Sins Of Our Blood--Ch4

For the next half hour, I watched my mother perform a slow tease, much to the delight of the onlooking crowd. Everyone was entranced. The entire room was completely spellbound. When she took her camisole off, I couldn't help but swallow in anticipation. Her flesh seemed otherworldly. It was perfect. How she maintained such soft looking skin at her age was beyond me. But I didn't care about that, not really. When she started to hint at what lay beneath her teddy, I held my breath subconsciously.

As my mom slowly revealed her naked body to the room, my brother's fingertips started digging into my thigh. I hadn't even realized he was still touching me. The movement pulled my attention to my crotch just long enough for me to realize that I was tremendously aroused. The tingle that had started earlier while I messed with Teddy was there, but it was ten times more potent. Reaching over, I put my hand back on his leg to match. He didn't even look my way when I started slowly rubbing his thigh again. His grip loosened and then he rubbed mine in return. I'm not even sure he realized he was doing it, but the thrill was tremendous.

Teddy gasped and at first, I thought it was from my hand caressing his leg, but when I looked toward the stage again, my mother's breasts were fully on display. I gasped, too. I couldn't help it. My lord they were perfect! They weren't huge, but they were far from small. On her petite body, they were just right. I knew her bra size was the same as mine, from past memories. Seeing them in the spotlight, on display for an audience of strangers, made me shudder with desire.

Her performance lasted longer than anyone else's. That made sense once we found out she was the final "act" of the night. This "strip club" really was not like any strip club I had ever been to. It wasn't one of those seedy dives you find in the middle of the suburbs. No, this place was top class. And clearly my mother was the headliner. Me and my brother continued fondling each other's legs the entire time. It almost seemed subconscious, except for the arousal it was creating within me.

When my mom left the stage at the end of her show, I swear I heard a collective whine of disappointment from the crowd. Everyone seemed to start breathing again at the same time, and voices rose as people began chatting. Wow, she really had commanded an entire room with her body alone. She had never uttered a single word.

Breathless, I turned toward my brother and found him staring at me, dumbfounded. We quietly pulled our hands back into our own laps. His body trembled a little, but he didn't speak. I noticed that the most recent pitcher of beer stood nearly full on the table. We had all completely forgotten about it. Quickly pouring a round of drinks, the four of us chugged down a full glass in less than ten seconds. I refilled our glasses one more time, emptying the pitcher, and then we finished those too. After that, Ava and Jamie said they were going to head out. Teddy and I followed them outside without a word.

Fortunately, neither of them commented on the fact that they recognized the last performer. I was pretty sure they had no idea she was our mother. Most of our friends had never met her. Teddy ordered an Uber to take us back to his apartment, as we had arranged earlier. We said our goodbyes to the other couple and left. They had a hotel room booked in the city for the night.

We sat in silence the whole way home, both of us clearly lost in thought. When we walked into my brother's apartment, the alcohol finally caught up to me. I nearly tripped on my way to his couch and then collapsed onto it, out of breath. Admittedly, I was somewhat drunk. Which may have played a large role in what happened next.

Me and Teddy spent the next twenty minutes talking about what we had witnessed. He was obviously just as shocked as I was. I wouldn't exactly say we were mortified. But the surprise was still taking its toll on both of us. We sat right next to each other on his couch, despite there being three cushions. Our knees were touching while we chatted.

Finally, I said with a shake of my head, "I had no idea mom could be so sexy, Teddy!"

He shifted his body a little as he nodded his head. "I know!" he said, and for the first time since this whole revelation had occurred, he started grinning. Then he made an exploding head gesture with his hands while he said, "She was hot as fuck!"

When he lowered his arms again, I felt his hand brush against mine. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol, the wild night behind us, or something else altogether, but feeling his touch sent an urgent thrill through my body that I couldn't suppress in time before it made me shiver. Tipping my head down, I stared at our hands which were still in contact. When I lifted my eyes, I found my brother staring at me. My heart started fluttering erratically in my chest and my breath caught. What was that look in his eyes? I opened my mouth a little, but didn't say anything.

Reaching my other hand out, I took hold of Teddy's arm. Then I turned his hand over, so his palm was facing upward. He glanced down, frowning at what I was doing. Without a word, I held his hand while I ran the fingers of my other one slowly up the underside of his forearm. He sucked in air so sharply, it sounded like a hiss. Then I watched as my brother's entire body shuddered. When I reached the middle of his arm, I changed direction and slowly trailed my fingertips back down toward his hand. He inhaled sharply again when my fingers ran over his wrist. So that was a sensitive spot on him, was it? I forced myself not to grin while I continued my tantalizing finger-trail up and down his arm. I did it for nearly five minutes, until he started to squirm. By that time, his breathing was light and shallow, although he sounded like he was trying to hide that fact from me.

Slowly lifting my head up, I looked into his eyes. He had his lips parted just like mine were. He held my gaze for thirty seconds while I continued running my fingers along his skin. When I reached his wrist once more, he gasped and his eyes fluttered briefly. Then I whispered, "I'm really horny right now."

I could not believe I had just said that to Teddy. But the second the words were out, I realized that there was no one else in the world who I wanted to say that to but him. It also dawned on me that if he said the same words back, I would literally throw myself at him. My own brother. I really was that horny. Horny after seeing our mother seduce an entire crowd. Myself included. I held my breath, my fingertips unmoving on his arm. He stared at me and I couldn't read his face at all. I would give anything to peek into his mind just then.