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Alex and the others were laughing loudly. Alex considered going after him, but Reagan stopped her playful torment and reached out for his hand.
“Come on back,” she said. “I’ll behave.”
Kenny smiled, his face three shades of pink, and stood in between Alex and Reagan.
“I can’t believe you told her,” Kenny said, looking at Alex.
“Well, I kind of knew already,” Reagan said. “You’re the only one I know that looks at me more than Ms. Taylor during class.”
“Titty Taylor?” Wade said, grinning. Ms. Taylor was a teacher that was very well endowed, and like to accentuate it by wearing low cut tops.
Reagan snickered and nodded. “All the other boys can’t take their eyes off her boobs, but Kenny just keeps drooling over lil ole me,” she said, primping herself playfully.
“Yeah, yeah, stop with the kickin’,” Kenny said.
“We’ll have to go to dinner sometime so you can explain how awesome I am,” Reagan said, taking his hand in hers. “If you can keep from staring at my boobs long enough,” she said.
He sighed, and shook his head but then turned and looked at her when he realized she’d basically told him she’d go out on a date with him. He smiled widely, glancing at Alex for a moment, and then back at Reagan. The two dissolved into conversation.
Wade came over and stood next to Alex as Toni went over and began to dance and talk with her friends.
“Kenny’s a pretty good dude, and Reagan seems like she’s a pretty funny chick,” Wade admitted. “You’ll be proud to know that he held his own with my pals. He even talked about having a swim party at the end of the year, possibly.”
Alex smiled. “I knew he had it in him.”
Wade looked at her suspiciously. “I saw you say something to him before we left you two alone, and then he had a spring in his step.”
Alex grinned and shrugged, leaning back against a Mesquite tree.
“You know you said something to him,” Wade prodded.
She smiled and shrugged, but he wouldn’t be dissuaded.
“Sometimes, all you boys need is a little sexual confidence,” she said. “I told him… to think about fucking Reagan,” she lied. Wade didn’t need to know that she was fucking all of her friends as well as him.
The look on his face let him know that he didn’t believe her.
She sighed. “He might have seen me naked a few times. I told him that there was only one other guy in the world that’s had that privilege.”
He smiled. “Now that I believe,” he said, sliding close and wrapping an arm around her.
She slid easily into his arm then and watched Reagan and Kenny talking, as well as her sister and everyone else at the party conversing. The party dragged on, and Toni got more and more inebriated. When she started trying to pull her panties off, Wade decided it was time to leave. He chuckled and picked her up, bodily.
“Wade, mind if we take Reagan home?” Kenny asked.
Wade shrugged and the five of them headed to his truck. Toni was blabbering on about something, but Alex pulled her head into her lap. She heard her sister snoring a few minutes later. Arriving back at her house, she waved at Kenny as he helped Reagan into his car so he could drive her home before she opened the door for Wade so he could carry Toni up to her room.
“Thanks,” Alex said, walking him back downstairs.
“It was fun,” Wade said, hugging her gently. “Fuck you tomorrow?” he asked.
Alex rolled her eyes, grinning and blushing all at once, but didn’t answer him.
“Night, Wade,” she said.
Feeling icky from spilled drinks, sweat, and sand, she opted for a quick shower. She lit a candle in the bathroom and kept the lights low, turning the cold water on and rinsing herself off and then stepped out. The door opened then and Dane looked in as she stood in the dim light, water droplets dripping from her body.
“Alex?” he asked, peering in.
She stood quietly in the dim light, her nipples almost painfully erect atop her full, proud breasts. He stepped quietly in. Thinking he was going to walk past her, she backed up against the wall to let him through, but he just stood there watching her. It seemed like several minutes of silence passed between the two, but neither moved or spoke. Alex stood there dripping and sexy, Dane quietly watching in his boxer shorts.
“Sorry about earlier,” she said eventually, little goosebumps rising on her skin. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Dane smiled. “Apology not accepted,” he said with a smile. “You definitely don’t need to apologize for being that fuckin’ sexy.”
Alex smiled. “You really think I’m sexy?”
He chuckled, as if the answer were obvious. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now? I mean, I know you’re my sister, but goddamn.”
She glanced down and raised an eyebrow at the sizable bulge in his boxers.
He followed her gaze with a wry smile. “Sorry. He’s got a mind of his own.”
“Didn’t Sally take care of that for you?” she asked.
He shook his head. “She was actually called in to work.”
She frowned. “That sucks.”
He nodded. “You’re telling me.”
“Shoulda come to the party with us,” Alex said. “You could have nailed one of Toni’s friends.”
He shrugged. “I can always take care of myself.”
She smiled. “I say that too, and speaking of, that’s why I was so irritated today. You interrupted my “me” time.”
“I know,” he said, grinning. “I could tell what you were doing while I was pissing.”
His erection had been maneuvered by the idle movements he’d been making, and had just poked through the slit in his underwear.
“Fuck,” she groaned, closing her eyes. “Having that guy out isn’t safe around me,” she warned. She fought an incredible urge to drop to her knees and take him completely into her mouth just then.
He apologized and put it away, turning to leave, but stopped to stare at her once more.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said. “You are so fucking hot.”
Alex smiled, still standing nude in front of him.
Dane smiled and leaned forwards, kissing her on the cheek. “Good night, baby sister.”
Alex smiled and turned to leave the room. Tiptoeing quietly to her bed, she slid between the sheets and fell quickly asleep. She couldn’t shake the events in the bathroom from her head though, and knew that if Dane had wanted to, he could have fucked her right then and there, and she wouldn’t have stopped him. The thought caused her to have sex-filled dreams that night.
*****
Samantha
Samantha smiled at the pretty couple that came in. She grabbed a couple of menus and turned towards them.
“Welcome to Double D’s,” she said, smiling. She felt his gaze go to the low-cut top baby-blue top she was wearing and her barely contained cleavage. Fighting to keep from blushing, she turned to speak to them. She still couldn’t believe that Pastor Dan said she should work here.
“Do you have a preference or is this your first time here?” she asked, and pointed at a board to their left. On it were pictures of girls. All wore basically the same outfit that Sam was wearing, though the colors of the tops varied greatly in color.
“First time,” the man said. Sam smiled and nodded, glancing over at the woman. She was momentarily surprised to see the woman staring at her cleavage too.
“Well then, let me just say that the Double D is a “breastaurant” that has accepted the reason that men come here and we embrace it.” She pointed both of her hands to her own breasts and looked back up smiling as she’d been trained. “The Double D tries to set itself apart from other restaurants of this type by adding choice to the equation. This is our server board,” she said, and pointed at the sign again. “On it are all the waitresses that we have working right now. If you see one you like, you can pick her if her section has an open spot. It doesn’t always work out that way, so we allow you to pick again if she’s got too many tables. If you want, you can also sit at the bar, and will receive the same quality service by our female bar staff.” She always felt silly repeating the rehearsed line that the owner had taught her.
“Is there a topless section?” the man asked, drawing an eye-rolling from his wife.
Sam smiled. “Yes. Rachel and Kimber are working in the topless section tonight. Do you have a preference?” she asked again.
The woman rolled her eyes again and smirked at him. “It’s your birthday, just pick.”
“Rachel,” he said, grinning.
“Let’s see,” Sam said, moving over and checking the chart. Rachel didn’t look like she had too many tables, so Sam ushered the two over to her section and sat them.
“Rachel will be with you guys shortly,” Sam said, placing the menus in front of them. “My name is Samantha if you need anything else.”
She retreated back to the front and sighed, still very unsure of this job. She’d started two weeks ago, at Pastor Dan’s request, about a month after her dad had said that she had to find something. The first week was purely training. She’d sat in an office and watched videos, and then there was on-the-job training, where she walked around with a different waitress every night. The following week she’d been put on hostess duty. She didn’t mind that at all. She wasn’t a stranger to hard work, and she supposed that working at a restaurant like this wasn’t bad. She hadn’t told her parents, of course, a fact that weighed heavily on her. When she told Pastor Dan that she was feeling a lot of guilt about not telling her parents about the job, he had said that parents have an innate sense of protection over their children, and they don’t always see the big picture.
She supposed he was right; he usually was. Still, it didn’t do much to calm her anxiety.
Sam had been shocked at the uniform she was asked to wear. It had a single color top with a striped skirt, black and whatever color the top was. Sam had selected baby blue as hers. It seemed the most innocent color and she was desperately trying not to feel overwhelmed. The skirt was shorter than she preferred, and the top was so low-cut that she almost felt naked the first time she put it on!
She didn’t hate her job, of course. She didn’t have it in her to hate anyone or anything, really. Sometimes, the stares got old of course, but could she really blame the people for staring? The tops were just so low-cut! She supposed that she enjoyed work, most of her co-workers were very nice. All the guys in the kitchen were very sweet to her, telling her how good she looked and walking her to her car if she got out late. The other girls were super nice as well, always complimenting her and helping her out if she had questions.
There was one important rule to follow while she was at work, she learned.
There were no boyfriends or husbands allowed to come in while you were working, she learned. She doubted that Keith would have felt very comfortable there anyways. Sure, he liked to stare at her breasts the few times she’d let him see them, but she doubted he really expected to be able to see others. She had made sure to assure him that it was safe, however, and that she enjoyed her work. Still, part of her worried that she might not be able to hold his attention and he’d find another girlfriend if she worked too much and didn’t spend time with him.
“Maybe Pastor Dan would have some advice on how to keep Keith interested, she thought. She’d have to sit down talk to him after she helped him achieve a release tomorrow.