Regretless

"Well you should know." Dave replied with the smile still on his face.

I swear I felt my heart skip a beat. Two questions ran through my head, the first was did he see me standing in the hallway, and secondly, what, if anything, did Alison tell my brother? The uncomfortableness of the conversation left me speechless.

"Look Bry, I don't want any awkwardness between the three of us, and I certainly don't want any between you and I."

I swallowed hard as Dave went on to say, "I just want to let you know that Alison told me about your little run in last night while I was in the shower."

My heart was racing, my head spinning, and the only thing I was able to say was, "I'm sorry."

Dave chuckled, "What are you sorry for, she was the one that walked downstairs topless. The way I see it, she was practically asking for her titties to be seen, and knowing her, it wouldn't surprise me that she wanted you to see them."

I let out a huge sigh of relief, and began breathing again.

"Yeah, but I still feel a bit weird about it." I said as the much needed oxygen returned to my bloodstream.

Dave took a sip of his coffee, "Bryan, trust me, there's nothing to feel weird about. Besides Alison didn't seem to mind, in fact she almost seemed giddy to tell me all about it."

I chuckled. "Really? Honestly it was so dark." I said setting my coffee cup down before continuing, "But I could make out just enough, that I couldn't turn away."

We both laughed. With a huge smile still lingering on his face Dave stood up to refill his cup. Glancing at the clock above the sink, I realized it was about time for me to head into work.

"Well on a serious note, I suppose I should probably get my hungover ass to work. Dave, do you still want me to pick up that paint on my way home?" I asked as I slipped on my shoes.

"Yeah, if you don't mind. I'm hoping to put on the first coat of paint on the downstairs bathroom today. Which means tonight we'll just need to slap on a the second coat and install the shower fixtures, and we can check another room off the list." Dave said making his way back to the kitchen table.

"Sounds like a relaxing way to spend Friday night." I replied as I grabbed my keys from the countertop and bent over to pickup my gym bag.

I continued, "Oh, and while it hurts to say it now, you should really pickup another bottle of whiskey for later tonight."

"Trying to see Alison's tits again aren't you?" Dave sarcastically asked while pointing his finger at me.

"No comment." I said grinning, before closing the door behind me.

That morning at work I didn't get a damn thing accomplished, other than thinking about how good it felt to have Alison on top of me, with nothing separating us but a pair of her moist panties. I couldn't help but to wondered what exactly would've had transpired if we had just a bit more time together on that couch.

With that being said, as the whiskey wore off and my mind started to clear, a seed of guilt started to grow. No matter how I tried to rationalize what happen last night, I knew then, just as much as I know now, what had happened was completely and utterly immoral.

As the work day dragged on, that sense of guilt continued to distract me, and in all honesty, I found myself glad that Alison and I didn't have the time to make an even larger mistake.

Let me tell you, five o' clock didn't come quick enough, but when it finally did, I was out of work like a bat out of hell. I stopped at home to freshen up and grab a change of clothes, before swinging by the hardware store to pick up the paint.

On the way to Alison and Dave's house a feeling of anxiety came over me. How would it be to see Dave knowing what I had done to him. Hell, for that matter what would it be like to see Alison now that we were sober and had the day the reflect on last night. I couldn't come up with an answer to that, but as I pulled up in front of their house I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd quickly find out.

No sooner than I put the car in park, I heard a ding from my phone. It was Dave letting me know that he and Alison just picked up a couple of Maria's Pizzas, and that they'd be home in a few minutes. My phone dinged again, Dave stated that they had left the back door unlocked.

I grabbed my bag and the two cans of paint out of the trunk and proceeded to make my way up their driveway. I opened the screen door and made my way into their utility room. I rested my bag on top of the washer that was in the process of going through the spin cycle and set the paint cans down on the floor.

As I stood back up, I couldn't help but to notice the white pair of satin panties, with the black lace trim that Alison had on last night. They were resting in a laundry basket on the small counter top that was next to the washer.

Despite the feeling of guilt I carried with me all day, I was instantly drawn to them. I swear I must have walked through this utility room and past laundry baskets full of Alison's worn under garments at least a thousand times, but up until last night I never would've thought twice about rummaging through them. Yet, here I found myself wanting, hell it was more like needing to take hold of the panties that I so wrongly caressed last night.

My heart rate increased as I slowly reached into the basket and picked them up. The softness of her panties took me back to last night when I first felt Alison's ass.

I ran my thumb across the cotton gusset, recalling how sloppy wet Alison was. I proceeded to hold the gusset to my nose, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Alison's vaginal nectar, which instantly brought life to my cock.

Eventually I lowered the intimate garb in my hand and noticed a shimmer of pink in the laundry basket below. I set down the white panties and realized that the entire basket appeared the be filled with clothes Alison must've worn sometime this past week. I reached for a pink thong.

I picked the small thong up, giving it a good once over, before eagerly lifting the gusset to my nose, letting the arousing aroma of my sister in law's excited pussy flood my senses for the second time.

"Well I'll be damned." I thought to myself as I tossed the pink thong back into the laundry basket. I reached for a light blue bra that had caught my eye, disproving my thoughts of her not even owning one.

Curious to know the size of the tits that I fondled and had in my mouth last night I located the tag which read 32 D. I put the bra to my nose and immediately noticed the all to familiar aroma of Alison's perfume.

The buzz of the dryer scared the shit out of me, suddenly snapping me out of my panty and bra induced trance. I knew it wouldn't be long before Dave and Alison would be home, so I placed the bra back in the basket.

Against my better judgement I snatched the white satin panties with the black trim, deciding to take a small memento from today's excursion through Alison's intimates. I quickly shifted the remaining clothes around trying to put them back like they were before I went rummaging through them.

I briefly seen a set of head lights illuminate the driveway before turning off. I took this as my cue to get the hell out of there. With Alison's panties in my left hand, I grabbed my bag with my right. I opened the kitchen door, before swiftly closing it behind me, providing a visual barrier for me. I hurried to open my bag as I slid off my shoes. I heard a car door close, followed by a second, as I stuffed the stolen panties deep inside my bag. I zipped the bag closed and set it down on the chair as I heard the screen door open.

With my heart still racing, I took a deep breath trying to regain my composure, and opened up the kitchen door.

"I thought I heard you guys pull in." I said as calm as I could.

Alison was carrying the pizza's as Dave brought in the beer and what appeared to be a bottle of liquor wrapped in a brown bag.

"Perfect timing Bry!" Alison excitedly said as she walked in, setting the pies on the kitchen table.

"I literally just walked in the door." I replied.

I continued, "Thanks for picking up pizza, you guys didn't have to do that."

"Oh don't worry, we plan on making you work off the debt later." Dave replied setting the case of beer on the table before ripping the top of the box open and tossing me a cold one.

"I figured that much." I responded with a chuckle.

Alison set some plates on the table, to which we loaded with pizza before sitting down to eat. Although not much was said during dinner, I figured it was more related to the fact that the pizza was that good, as opposed to last night's quandary.

Dave's phone began to ring. He got up, quickly wiped his hands on his napkin, and walked toward his phone that was charging on the kitchen counter.

"Go figure." Was all Dave said before answering the phone.

I took another slug of my beer as Dave leaned against the counter, obviously irritated as he gave short snappy answerers to whom ever was on the other end.

"No I understand Jim." He said rolling his eyes.

"Yep, I'll see you there." He added before hanging up the phone.

"Son of a bitch!" Dave shouted as he looked back at his phone to ensure he ended the call.

"I have to head into the station. Jim needs me to cover for Jay's producer Paul. Something about Paul's wife going into labor." Dave said with an annoyed, semi- sarcastic tone.

Dave opened up one of the cabinet drawers and grabbed out a zip lock bag.

"When do you need to leave?" Alison sympathetically asked.

"Like ten minutes ago." Dave said as he stuffed a few pieces of pizza in the bag.

"Fuck it." He continued as he finished the remainder of his beer setting the bottle on the table before continuing, "Well Bry, looks like you get a well deserved Friday night off. What are you doing tomorrow night?"

I smirked, while finishing what pizza I had left in my mouth.

"I wouldn't even know what to do with myself on a Friday night." I joked.

"Honestly Dave, I'm already here and mentally motivated to work, so I've got no problem putting on the remaining coat of paint in the bathroom."

"Are you sure? I feel bad leaving you to work alone." Dave said zipping his bag of pizza closed.

"Hello?" Alison snapped back before continuing, "You act like I haven't slapped gallons upon gallons of paint on these walls."

"She has a point Dave." I coyly stated.

"Thank you Bryan." Alison said flashing me a smile.

"Ok ok. I see I'm out numbered, so I better get the hell out of here." Dave said taking a piece of pizza for the rode.

"Love you babe. I should be home shortly after midnight." Dave said leaning over to give Alison a kiss before adding, "And thanks a lot Bry. I really appreciate it bro."

"No problem Dave." I replied while giving him a nod.

Dave opened the door with his free hand as I reached for another piece of pizza.

"Oh, if you're feeling ambitious, the shower fixtures were delivered today, they're on the bathroom counter. Just saying." Dave quickly added before closing the door.

"So demanding!" I jokingly shouted back through the closed door.

Alison laughed as she stood up reaching across the table, grabbing Dave's empty bottle.

"Are you still babysitting that beer?" She asked grinning.

"Easy now, easy now." I managed to mumble having just taken a bite of pizza. I gave her the universal empty beer bottle shake and she snatched it from my hand, before placing all three empties in the trash.

Alison circled back grabbing her and Dave's plate. I finished my slice and stood up, walking the empty plate over to the sink where Alison was washing the dishes.

"Thanks." She replied as I made my way back to the table, consolidating the remaining pizza into one box. I placed the leftovers in the refrigerator and walked the empty box out to the recycle bin. While outside I pondered if, how, and when I should bring up last night. At this point it didn't appear things were awkward between us, so I didn't see an immediate need to push the issue.

Alison was just finishing up washing down the table as I closed the back door behind me.

"Thanks again for the pizza." I said reaching into the beer box taking out two bottles and setting them on the damp table before walking the remainder of the case over to the fridge.

"With as much help as you've given us the past couple of months,

it's the least we can do. But you're welcome." Alison said as she rinsed out the wash cloth. I grabbed the bottle opener off of the counter and made my way back to the table.

"Well I suppose." I said opening the bottles before continuing, "That bathroom isn't going to paint itself."

I handed Alison her beer and we clanked bottles.

"To Friday." I said.

"To Friday indeed." Alison replied.

We took a sip, and the two of us reluctantly made our way into the lower level bathroom to assess how we'd approach this evenings tasks.

I set my beer down on the bathroom counter and opened the shower fixture box.

"Wow these chrome faucet heads are really going to pull the detail of the shower together!" I said removing one of the fixtures from the box.

I slid the large glass shower door open, stepping into the oversized shower.

"I can't believe how well it contrasts with the tile." I said holding up the shower head.

"Thank you very much." Alison replied smiling as she flicked her hair back.

"I like your style." I said stepping out of the shower.

"I know you do." Alison playfully said as I put the shower head back in the box.

Alison continued, "So what's the plan Bry?"

"I was thinking that you could paint around the woodwork, the porcelain, and any other narrow areas that I can't reach with the roller." I paused to take a sip from my beer, then proceeded, "That way I can start on the ceiling, then finish with the walls. Sound good?"

"Sounds like a plan." Alison said setting her bottle down before continuing. "But first, I need to change into some more paint appropriate clothing."

"You do that, and I'll bring the other ladder in from the garage." I told Alison as I followed her out of the bathroom.

Alison made her way upstairs as I walked out to the garage. I grabbed a new roller, a few brushes, and the ladder before making my way back into the house.

I carefully leaned the ladder against the door frame as I shuffled around a few of the drop cloths. I opened the ladder then laid out two paint trays and headed in the laundry room to grab the paint.

I made my way through the kitchen and pushed open the partially closed laundry room door. To my enjoyment I was greeted with a view of Alison bending over as she took the wash out of the dryer.

She was wearing her ultra thin, light gray spandex shorts that hugged her ass and pussy about as tight as physically possible. These shorts were undoubtably my favorite that she wore, but unlike all the other times, I instantly could see something was very obviously missing. By the way the seam in her shorts perfectly nuzzled itself deep in between her copious ass cheeks and meaty pussy lips, it was evident that she wasn't wearing any panties tonight.

Alison looked over her shoulder catching me in the act of ogling her delicious underside. A sinister smirk came to her face, "Did you need something, or did you just come in here to stare at my ass?"

"I...I was just going to grab the paint." I managed to splutter out nodding toward the cans.

Alison stood up and turned around, at which point I noticed her erect nipples poking through her paint tainted white T-shirt. When my eyes reunited with her's she said, "Well you're not going to find the paint in there."

I exhaled and smiled back. "Sorry about that.." I timidly said.

"Come on Bry, it's not like you haven't seen my nipples before." Alison said sexily taking a step closer to me.

"That doesn't mean I still don't enjoy looking at them." I said stealing another glance.

"It's ok to look, it's just when you start touching that we get in some trouble." Alison replied gently pressing her breast against my chest.

"Yeah about that..." I started.

Alison cut me off. "Ssssshhhh." I could feel the heat of her breath as she continued. "We both had some fun last night, let's just leave it at that."

Alison inched closer. "Now we've got some painting to do." She said taking a step back and bending over to pick up the paint cans.

I stood there frozen in place and speechless.

Alison winked, as she handed me the cans of paint. "I'll bring in some cold beers after I toss the wash in." She said nodding to the basket of her undergarments.

I continued to stand there for another second or two with an awkward smile on my face, not quite feeling that last night was properly put behind us, but for the moment I was fine with that.

I made my way back into the bathroom with a semi hard on, and more confused than I was before Alison and I had our little talk.

I set the paint cans down on the drop cloth, before finishing the remainder of my lukewarm beer.

I knelt down and proceeded to pry the top off the desert tan paint can. I reached for a clean paint tray liner as Alison walked in carrying her portable speaker in one hand and the two beers in her other.

"Have no fear, the beats and beer are here!" Alison said causing me to bust out in laughter due to the corniness of the comment.

"You liked that hey?" Alison said as she bent over placing the speaker on the bench in the shower. Yeah, I said bench in the shower, but I'll get to that in a bit.

With me kneeing that put her ass at eye level and a few feet from me. As I gawked at the view, I noticed that her light gray shorts appeared to be few shades darker in between her thighs. However, before I could confirm what I thought I seen, she quickly stood back up, handing me my long awaited, ice cold beverage.

"Cheers!" Alison exclaimed.

We touched bottles and took a drink.

Alison proceeded to fumble with her phone trying to sync it with the bluetooth speaker.

"I swear I have a love hate relationship with this damn thing!" Alison said in frustration as she bent back over, placing her beer next to the speaker that she was fumbling with.

I chuckled as I again feasted my eyes on my sister in law's gorgeous ass and camel toe. This time she had her thighs parted just enough to confirm my earlier suspicion, as it was now quite clear that the wetness seeping from Alison's pussy was indeed causing the fabric of her shorts to darken in her most intimate of spots.

I was lost in a haze of sexual desire as Alison fumbled with her phone and speaker.

"Think you could try to sync to this stupid thing?" Alison asked as she suddenly stood up and turned around.

My eyes were immediately drawn to Alison's well defined and excessively moist camel toe that was at eye level, and easily within reach. I peered up, making eye contact as she gazed down at me. She had a sexy smirk on her face as she dangled the wireless speaker slightly in front of her exposed bellybutton.

"Sorry Bry, but is this outfit going to be to much of a distraction?" Alison playfully asked shifting her hips.

Sensing her flirtatious undertone I smiled back as I continued stirring the paint.

"I wouldn't say the outfit's the distraction." I replied smiling as I took another peek at the shorts nuzzled deep in between my sister in law's mound.

"Are you sure?" Alison asked as she slowly crouched down, which caused her thighs to spread wide giving me a full on, unobstructed view of her damp, spandex covered snatch.

"Because I'm pretty sure we aren't supposed to be painting the drop cloth." Alison added, pointing at the paint can.

I quickly shifted my focus from Alison's mound to the vast amount of paint running down the side of the paint can.

"Oh shit!" Is about all I could mutter as I reached for the rag.