The Mistake Pt. 04

I sighed and turned my gaze to her chest. It was just easier this way. The white bikini did look pretty good on her though, hugging her curves perfectly. To add to the effect she even did a little jump, making them jiggle in a very familiar way. My male brain couldn't help but draw parallels to our mother. Claire's was smaller but only just and if she ever had a kid they would probably end up bigger. I wondered if her nubs were just as pink...

Something hit my face at the same time as she let out a laugh. I fumbled with my trunks for a moment, trying not to stumble.

"That was like ten seconds! Perv perv perv!" she said as she bounced all the way into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.

I stifled a sigh and the urge to throw something after her. First mom and now Claire. If this plan of ours worked it would be a miracle. At least I had my priorities straight. Or well, sort of. First things first though, I needed to have a little chat with mom.

Having successfully changed into my trunks I then went to mom and dad's room across the hallway.

"You guys ready?" I asked, opening the door without knocking. We had just arrived after all. How busy could the be?

"-It's not-" That was dad, mid sentence, stopping when I entered.

Well fuck, awkward. It looked like they were in mid argument. They had both changed into their swimwear. Dad in similar trunks to mine, his white while mine were black, and mom in her sexy-as-fuck red two piece. She had her arms folded and I could see lightning brimming in her eyes. The near scowl on her face was very telling.

"Uh, sorry...?" I said, taking a step backwards.

"It's fine," dad said. Turning to look back at mom he added, "Yeah, we're ready. I just need to go to the bathroom."

They turned away from one another at the same time, dad going into the bathroom and her going over to the balcony window. The second the bathroom door clicked shut I walked up behind her.

"You're losing it." I spoke with my voice very low so dad wouldn't hear. Despite the risk I slid my arms around her stomach. She tensed for a long second before relaxing, leaning back into me. "I know why."

"Then maybe you could enlighten me," she replied, equally low. "Everything he says... it just grates on my nerves. Like nails on a chalkboard. And I have no idea why."

"I could tell you why," I said and pressed the palm of my hand into her abdomen, feeling her abs tense up a little. Delicious, really. "But you wouldn't like it."

"Oh Mr Allknowing now is it?" she huffed.

"No," I said, placing a quick kiss on her shoulder. "Just you-knowing."

She sighed and I could feel her relaxing even more. The tension in her shoulders slowly dissipated. It wouldn't last for long. I knew what would though.

Snap decision time.

"Follow my lead," I whispered, following it up with another kiss on her shoulder.

"Wha...?" she began as I disengaged and turned around.

"Hey dad," I called. "We're gonna go ahead."

"Uh, okay, that's fine," he said, his voice muffled from the bathroom.

I gave mom a pointed look before making my way towards the door. It took her mind a full second to catch up.

"We'll be by the pool," she called, moving to follow me. After a second she added, "Honey."

I didn't say anything but I gave her a smirk as I held the door for her. She wasn't amused, returning an eye roll in passing. Instead of heading off to the elevators though I nodded to Claire's and my own room just across the hall.

A few things happened in rapid succession the moment I pushed the door open.

"-ck yes..."

"Oh god!"

Mom whirled around and I cursed under my breath. Claire let out a surprised yelp and pushed away from the bed, stumbling backwards into Nicholas standing right behind her. Only half of her swimsuit was still on her body, the bottom half glaringly absent. Nicholas had even less on than her.

All of two seconds passed in shocked silence. I recovered first.

"Do you guys not know what a lock is?" I hissed as I pulled mom inside, quickly closing the door behind her. For emphasis I made a show of turning the lock with a loud click. "What if it had been dad or Rose who walked in? Or Liam?"

Claire blinked and then she scowled, recovering a moment after me. "Do you mind?" she snapped. "We're kind of busy here if you haven't noticed."

"I have noticed," I hissed back, pulling mom across the room. "And you're lucky it was us and not anyone else. What are we? Fucking amateurs?"

Immediately Claire got on the offensive. "Piss off. It was just a fu-" She was silenced by Nicholas' hand coming down on her shoulder.

"You're right," he said, eyes hard. "The door was my slip. It was sloppy."

"Yeah well," I said, still pulling the shell shocked woman behind me, edging in behind Nicholas. On some level I realized how awkward it was, him standing within touching distance, balls deep in my sister. I was too pissed off to care though. "Just don't let it happen again."

I grabbed mom by the shoulders and spun her around, pushing her down over the other bed, facing the window away from the other two.

"What are-" she began but I wasn't in the mood.

"You be quiet," I said and pushed harder when she tried to stand back up. "You're even worse than these two. Acting like a stuck up little bitch, nearly ruining everything within five minutes."

She tried to stand again but I held her there. "I'm not a-"

"Right now, yes you are," I said and moved one hand up to her neck, keeping her there, using the other to pull down her bikini bottoms. "But at least I can fix you and this is the only place available. Now be quiet. This is awkward enough already."

"Let go-" she began, her arms flailing. I just pushed her face into the mattress, muffling the rest of what she tried to say.

"You two can continue or go away. I don't really care," I said without turning my head.

With my free hand I edged my trunks down, pulling my dick out. I heard a gasp behind me as I began pushing into the woman in front of me. It might've been Claire but it could just as easily have been Nicholas. I didn't care. Mom felt just as good as she had every other time.

"Lets make this easy shall we?" I said as I bottomed out. "You two don't turn around and then we won't turn around either."

Mom stopped struggling the moment I began fucking her. If it was because she liked it or if she was too embarrassed to do anything else I couldn't say. Probably the latter though as she pulled the closest pillow towards her and buried her face in it. I wasn't sure what the other two were doing. After a minute I picked up a stifled gasp though, definitely Claire that time.

It was awkward yes, but there was no other place for it. Mom was being a liability because of the simple reason that she hadn't been fucked. She didn't realize it but it was something I had picked up on ever since we started doing it. If she went too long without a release she got testy and easily annoyed. I could only assume it was her body responding to her lack of satisfaction over the years. Now that she was getting it on a regular basis her body probably got scared that it would stop if it went too long between sessions. I suppose it wasn't unlike being addicted to a drug, withdrawal symptoms and everything.

It was pretty easy for me to remain quiet. Judging by the second set of muted grunts in the room Nicholas had similarly little issue with it. I tried not to focus on it, the fact that I was fucking my mother mere feet away from where my sister was getting equally fucked. Difficult, though, not to be very aware of it. After all, I could literally feel the movements going on behind me, hear the slight creaking of the bed and absolutely make out the groans from my sister. She tried to be just as quiet as mom but was having roughly the same amount of success with it.

What was supposed to be a quickie took a bit longer than planned. I imagined both mom and Claire had trouble letting themselves go enough to allow their bodies to relax. It wasn't an issue for me though as mom had already emptied me a few times on the plane, allowing me pretty much full control over my next release. Still, we couldn't be gone for too long or it would look weird, more than it probably already did. I decided to speed things up.

Leaning forward a little I slipped one hand around and under her, quickly finding her button near my pistoning dick. That would've probably been enough but to make it a certainty I placed my other thumb over her other hole, gently massaging it. I had done it once before just as she came and while she had admonished me for it afterwards I was sure it had been the reason for pushing her over edge.

The effect was immediate.

"Ohgod-hrk," she cried into the pillow, realizing she had made a sound and tried to bite it off. It ended up sounding really odd, sort of like someone choking mid-word.

I picked up a whispered, "Fuck..." from behind me. Definitely Claire. "This is... ugh... so wicked..."

It was wicked, and super weird. Especially when mom began to writhe against the bed as she came, moaning out even more sounds into the pillow. I had to follow her forward as she slumped on the bed, supporting myself with one arm on the bed and the other on her neck while still pounding into her from behind. Despite the situation I could feel myself getting close, the familiar churning starting to build.

I couldn't help but notice from the sounds that the exact same was happening behind me. Claire was letting out almost identical sounds to her mother, only less muted. I could only assume it was because she wasn't being pressed into a pillow.

One of mom's hands came up in an attempt to remove the one holding her down. She tried to say something but I didn't understand it. I was so close. Still, there was just something about her movements and noise that made me let up.

"No... don't..." she moaned, her voice deep, still surfing her orgasm. "No mess..."

She twisted around, my dick slipping out of her as she did. My initial reaction was to push her right back down and take my release from her. It wasn't necessary though as she quickly got down on her knees and took me in her mouth. It took me a full second to realize why she did it. She didn't want a mess inside her since she would be wearing a swimsuit. It was smart, if a bit odd, remembering something like that at such a moment.

"Ugh... yes... she's right..." I heard Claire moan behind me.

A moment later she cried out her own orgasm, being a lot more vocal in hers than mom had been. That was probably the weirdest feeling I had ever felt, listening to my sister coming while climaxing in my mothers mouth. I wasn't sure if it ruined the experience or added to it, such was my sudden confusion.

What a magnificent release it was though. Mom did such a good job of keeping the mess to a minimum, her mouth flexing around me as she swallowed, her tongue flicking over the head and sending sensitive pulses of electricity down my shaft. She managed to take almost all of it, only a single drop leaking out at the side of her pink lips, falling from her chin down onto her breasts.

I was breathing hard and had to steady myself with a hand on her shoulder. She had her eyes closed, her brow slightly furrowed. Even after I was finished she remained there on her knees, with my dick in her mouth, unmoving. There was a slight tremble around her closed eyes. Was she...?

"Claire..." Nicholas let out, his voice choked and held back.

It brought me right back into the here and now. Mom too it seemed. She rose from the floor, eyes still closed and trembling. Before I knew what was happening she had grabbed me under the arm and was leading me through the room. No, not leading, pulling, hard and rough. It was so sudden that I got an unintended eyeful of Claire with a very erect dick in her mouth before the bathroom door slammed shut after me.

I turned to face her and-

*Smack!*

My head flew to the side from the force. The stinging pain set in a fraction of a second later, my ear slightly ringing. The yelling began even before I recovered.

"You fucking bastard!" A punch on my shoulder sent me stumbling back. It wasn't hard but I was already dazed. "How dare you? In front of my own daughter! In front of your sister!"

A second slap barely missed my other cheek, her fingers grazing my nose as I leaned back just in time. She was furious, angrier than I could remember seeing her. Ever.

"You had no fucking right!" She grabbed something off the sink counter and threw it at me. The small hotel shampoo bottle hit me smack center on the forehead, hurting real bad. "Do you even realize...!" Another punch that I managed to block, aimed at my stomach. "I'm your mother dammit!"

For some god damned reason the only thing I could think about, the only thing my mind registered, was how god damned sexy she looked like that. Her bikini clad breasts bounced in time with her attempted punches and she still had her bottoms down around her thighs. Her eyes were livid, shooting lightning and oozing rage. So much passion, so much heat. It was... beautiful... sort of.

It went on for a good minute. I didn't think it would be a good idea to stop her so I let her pelt me with both hands and words. It wasn't supposed to be funny, I knew this, and the pain she managed to inflict on me helped immensely with not laughing. I did have to hold back a chuckle when she called me a 'son of a bitch' though.

"Now get the fuck out of my way asshole!" she yelled, having successfully pulled up her bottom part before shoving me to the side and into the shower cubicle.

She ripped the door open before I had time to blink. It bounced against the towel rack as she stormed out. A second later the room door was also ripped open before being slammed shut.

Well. Shit.

Whispers, quiet. Right. Fuck... There was no way the other two wouldn't have heard all of that. I took a few seconds to compose myself, pulling my hand down my face and taking a few deep breaths.

When I stepped out of the bathroom Nicholas was facing away, looking out the window. He had a t-shirt on now. Claire stared at me, eyebrows raised, standing in roughly the same spot as before. Thankfully she had both her bikini parts back in place.

"Bad move bro. Bad move," she said. It wasn't teasing this time.

"Whatever," I mumbled and picked up a shirt at random from my bag, swinging it over my shoulders. I didn't look at either of them. "I'll leave first. Then you. Then Nicholas."

I threw my phone on the bed along with my room card. "If anyone of the others see you leaving our room Nicholas then you just forgot something and I asked you to grab my phone for me."

I didn't stick around to see if they understood or even agreed to what I had said.

The necessity of such subterfuge was debatable, yes, but the debate was over the moment I closed the room door behind me. I had taken a single step down the hallway when...

"Sam," a voice called behind me. The jolt that ran down my back was smoothly hidden by my sudden whirl around.

"Uh, Liam..." I said, momentarily taken aback.

Why was he there? Had he...? No. Calm down.

Just like me he had a pair of swim trunks and a shirt on, a towel slung over his shoulders. His flip flops on the stone tiled floor echoed in the empty hallway as he walked up to me.

"Hey," he said. "Seen Claire?"

It took me a moment to calm down enough to read him. He looked happy and not at all like he had noticed something. I had really only talked to him a few times in the past. Pretty decent guy though, from what I had gathered. Very friendly.

"Uh," I grunted, blinking. I didn't have a lie prepared. "No. I think, uh... I think she went down to the pool. With the others."

"Oh," he said, looking a little disappointed.

I quickly recovered. "But you know how she is," I said and slapped him on the shoulder. "So eager and easily distracted. Probably just wanted to be the first one in the water."

I felt pretty shitty about lying to him. He had done nothing to warrant it. It's why I had talked to him as little as possible in the past. I didn't want to get dragged into Claire's shit. Now it was our shit though and I didn't have much choice.

He let out a chuckle. "Yeah, you're right," he said. "I thought I heard shouting. Figured maybe it was her."

Well shit. Their room was right next to ours so I suppose it wasn't that surprising.

"Oh yeah. I heard it too," I said as we began walking down the hall. "Think it might've been the room over though. Sounded like someone was getting yelled out pretty bad."

"No shit. Wouldn't want to be the guy on the receiving on of that. Sounded real bad," he said.

No. No you definitely wouldn't want to be that guy. Suppose I needed to find a moment to get mom alone and apologize. For some reason I wasn't so sure it was going to be that straightforward though.

Oh well. One step at a time. First up, find a place without any blunt objects...

-o-o-o-o-o-

Claire

I couldn't help it. I laughed. A lot. Enough that I had to sit down on the bed.

"What're you laughing at?" Nikki asked, looking at me over his shoulder.

It took me a second to calm down. "Sam is such a beast!"

He just raised an eyebrow at me.

"Come on," I said, grinning at him. "Don't tell me that wasn't just the most alpha thing you've ever seen? Didn't you hear them? He played her like a fiddle!"

The corners of his mouth quirked. "I heard."

I smirked at him. "I bet you did. Don't think I didn't notice the change in your thrusts the moment she came. I think you might be an even bigger perv than my brother."

"I won't lie," he said with a shrug, turning fully towards me. "It was pretty hot." The bulge in his trunks hadn't gone down completely, I noted.

"Weird more like," I said and echoed his shrug. "It is what it is though."

I contemplated taking him for another round but decided against it. I really wanted to though. But Sam was right. It had been sloppy, leaving the door unlocked like that. It was probably not a smart idea to antagonize him further by disregarding his exit strategy too. Adding to that he was probably not in the best of moods either after mom's shit. He was a big boy though and would no doubt get her under control.

-o-o-o-o-o-

"This place is pretty nice," Liam said, sitting in the tanning chair next to mine.

I gave him a quick glance. His muscular chest was glistening in the sunlight, wet from his recent dip in the pool. I was wet too for the very same reason and I didn't miss how his eyes wandered over my chest. Did he ever think about anything other than tits, ass and sex? Probably not much. Could I really blame him though? No, of course not. Still slightly annoying.

Okay, no. Very annoying.

But I suppose he could be allowed.

"It's perfect," I said, giving him a big smile. He returned it. Damn he was charming.

The place really was quite nice. I had expected it though, being a five star hotel and all. The pool in particular was gorgeous. Huge and sky blue. It was even large enough to have a small island in the middle, complete with a few tanning chairs and a small bar. That's where Liam and I were laying. The others were across on the other side of the water, sitting in a group.

Strangely though, despite being such a beautiful place there were very few people around. Two dozen, at most. Thinking about it though it made sense. The beach was literally across the road and I think most people would agree that beach trumps pool. Really, the only reason we weren't out there too was because we had just arrived. Everyone seemed a little tired from the trip and I guess it just felt better being close to the rooms.