The waiter brought the menu, and Mom studied it longingly. “What am I allowed to have?”
I looked questioningly at Glenda, who smiled and nodded. “Anything you want Mom,” I said. “You’ve earned it. Tonight is all about what pleases you and makes you happy.”
She grinned and looked at the waiter. “I’d like to order the biggest steak you have, loaded with fries,” she pointed at me. “For him, and I’ll have a small steak with salad.” I opened my mouth to protest, but she shook her head. “For the last eight months you’ve supported me by eating the same as me, so now it’s your turn to have what you really like.”
I thought it best not to mention all the junk food, like burgers and fries, pizzas, and fried chicken I’d had for my lunches, so I shrugged. Steve and Glenda placed their orders, and when our meals were served, along with a bottle of wine, compliments of the management, Mom and I lost no time in demolishing our first juicy steaks in almost a year.
As the waiter took away our empty plates, Steve rose and extended a hand to Mom. “I think it’s time for a victory lap for my star client,” he grinned, leading her on to the small dance floor. I had never seen her dance before – it hadn’t exactly been my Dad’s forte – and I was surprised how nimble she was. They stayed out on the floor for another two songs, and when they returned to the table, it was almost as though some fairy godmother had waved a magic wand. Mom was beaming, and had a spring in her step I hadn’t seen since I was a child.
We finished the bottle of wine and ordered another, and for the rest of the evening I took turns with Steve dancing with Mom and Glenda. That is to say, they danced and I shuffled, because like many people I had two left feet, and mine seemed to be pointing backward.
When the second bottle was almost empty, I was sitting with Glenda watching the others gliding around the floor, and she remarked “They dance well together.” I nodded agreement, then she floored me by adding, a little to casually, “You do know Steve wants to fuck her?”
It took me a few seconds to recover my composure enough to respond, choosing my words carefully. “The only thing that concerns me is her happiness, so if that’s what it takes, then so be it..”
She looked at me in surprise. “Doesn’t it bother you that Steve wants to move in on your territory?”
I looked at her sharply. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You don’t have to pretend,” she said calmly. “She told me how you tried to seduce her, and how she lay awake all night wishing she hadn’t stopped you, although by all accounts you both more than made up for it since.” She had described so precisely what had happened that I knew she was telling the truth, and I was lost for words. After a short pause she said thoughtfully, “I suppose in a way that might explain why you never made a play for me, although heaven knows I gave you enough encouragement. That is until I realised you weren’t interested, so I gave up.”
I could have kicked myself for having misread the situation so badly. “It wasn’t lack of interest,” I said carefully. “I just don’t like being teased.”
She looked hurt. “I wasn’t teasing, I was offering.”
I pointed to the gold band on the third finger of her left hand. “And there was that. I don’t take other men’s wives.”
This time she laughed. “That’s to deter serial pests. For some strange reason society frowns on brothers marrying their sisters.”
Before her admission could sink in, Steve and Mom returned. Taking his seat, Steve glanced at Glenda with a raised eyebrow, and ordered a fresh bottle of wine. When it arrived, he took it before the waiter could uncork it, and stood up. “How about we finish the party at our place?”
“That’s the best night out I’ve had in years,” Mom sighed as I drove towards home.
“Same here,” I agreed, then trying to sound casual, I asked, “Did you know that Steve and Glenda are brother and sister?”
“Of course I knew,” she replied. “I’ve always known. In part that’s what helped me find the courage to let you do me.”
“In that case I have a lot to thank them for. There was something else too. Glenda told me Steve wants to fuck you.”
“Oh?” Her tone was guarded. “What did you say to that?”
“I told her what I always tell you. The only thing that I’m interested in is your happiness. If Steve fucking you makes you happy, then I’m all for it. The big question is do you want it?”
There was a long pause before she answered. “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m really not sure. He’s already seen what I have, or at least most of it.”
“Oh? Only think? When? How?”
“Yesterday. He was checking that everyone had left before he locked up. I was getting changed out of my sweaty leotard, and he walked in on me as I was pulling my briefs up. I know he saw my breasts, but I can’t be sure about my pussy.”
I shouldn’t have asked, but it came out before I could stop it. “What did you do? Were you embarrassed?”
“If it had happened a few months ago,” she said frankly, “I would have been mortified, but lately I’ve grown proud of my new figure, so I let him look. After all, I wouldn’t have it if it hadn’t been for him.”
“Did you like him looking at you? Did he try to touch you?” I persisted.
“Yes and no. As I said, I’m proud of my figure, so yes, I like being looked at, and no, he’s far too professional to mess around with clients.”
By now I was pulling into the driveway at home, and locking the car, we went next door, where Glenda was just turning the key in the lock. Once inside their house, Steve poured wine for the ladies, and took a couple of beers from the fridge for himself and me. Mom seemed a little edgy when he sat beside her on one of a matching pair of two seater couches, positioned at right angles facing the TV.
Glenda and I took the other, and she took a sip of her wine and nudged me. “Wait for it,” she whispered, with a sideways glance at her brother. “Any minute now.”
It took more than a minute, but just as Glenda had anticipated, Steve took a sip of his beer and looked down at Mom’s breasts. “Were you OK with me seeing those yesterday?”
Now that the subject had been raised, she seemed to relax. “Yes, of course, why?”
He replied with his customary forthrightness. “Because I’d like to see them again.”
I wasn’t expecting her response, but after our conversation in the car I wasn’t surprised. She looked at me nervously, and when I smiled she nodded her head. “OK then.” She closed her eyes and leaned back as he unbuttoned the top of her dress, drawing in a deep breath when his mouth covered her nipple.
Glenda couldn’t hide her excitement as she squeezed my hand. “It’s going to happen! He’ll feel her pussy now.” she whispered. “Oh God! This is exactly the way he did with me the first time he fucked me! I’d always liked him sucking my tits, but it wasn’t until he started feeling my pussy for the first time that I realised that subconsciously, I had always wanted him to do what I was now certain was about to happen. When he took off my panties and put his hard cock inside me I was over the moon!”