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Subject: {ASSM} Getting Away from it All - Ch. 3 (M, g-6, F, rom, tease, no sex)
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Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 18:10:06 -0500
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Comments are welcome and will be taken in ASSD or the e-mail addy
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comments will be posted to ASSD(unless there's any objection by it's
regs). A little unorthodox and probably useless but for now I prefer
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....and just so you'll know:

The following contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. On top of
that a good number of them contain prepubescent children. If for any
reason it's illegal for you to read anything like this e.g. under some
specific age or maybe because of it's content I highly encourage you
to try hitting up a bingo parlor or skate park instead.

Also keep in mind that I wrote this, not lived it and to my knowledge
know of no one who has lived it. If you know anyone who has lived this
including yourself it's pure coincidence. Get over it. If you know
anyone who wants to live this including yourself I insist that any
such parties cease and desist from such thoughts and stick with
fantasies such as this. If you know of anyone living this including
yourself I must say that no matter how good a story ends, real life is
not a fantasy. Please stop.

If you feel offended by anything so far written then why the hell are
you still reading? Go knit a ball warmer or something!

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Chapter 3

After arriving home the threesome opted for some ice-cream before bed
and all seemed to have returned to normal as they all sat at the table
and joked and laughed about Arnold being the new Governor and various
other oddities of California life. But as they said their good-nights
Isabelle seemed a little pensive. Gavin related it to their
conversation before but Brenna sensed the uneasiness as something her
mother wasn't telling anyone about. Each retired to their separate
rooms.

Gavin thought about the talk on the beach with his sister. He
remembered first being turned-on by things they'd done as kids. He'd
gotten hard-ons playing doctor and she'd massaged him as a part of his
treatment. It had been a while since he thought about that but it was
really a turn-on for him. He used to specifically use that as an
ailment so she'd do it. He remembered how when they traded places his
sister wanted him to massage her there too to fix her ills. Taking
himself back to those days turned him on too. He'd thought his sister
had been such a little fox and still was. Surely the same feelings
weren't what was behind her recent behavior. These thoughts plagued
his ability to sleep.

Brenna lay in bed worrying about her mother. What was wrong? She
counted the possibilities till she finally made it to sleep.

Gavin and Brenna woke up about the same time both groggy from a
restless night. The smell of bacon permeated the house. Each donned a
full complement of day attire and greeted each other in the hall.
They smiled, gave a little good morning hug and headed off for the
kitchen wiping their eyes.

"Good morning sleepy heads!" Isabelle said cheerfully.

She looked at each endearingly and placed a couple of plates in the
microwave and hit a button starting it up.

"You guys had me worried", she said. "I thought I was going to miss a
goodbye hug before I took of for work."

She turned and picked her daughter up and gave her a big hug and then
reached for her brother for a family embrace. Gavin and Brenna were
taken aback. She sure was acting different. Brenna had never seen such
mood-swings in her mother.

"I've gotta go," she said lowering Brenna to the floor, and grabbing
her purse, "your breakfast is in the nukerator." "Y'all try not to get
into too much trouble okay?" With that she was out the door and gone.

Brenna and Gavin just looked at each other. "Last night I thought
maybe she knew about us or somethin'," Brenna said, "but now I don't
think so."

"Yeah," Gavin agreed, "I dunno."

The microwave dinged and they sat and ate breakfast contemplating the
day. Neither was in the mood for much and after Isabelle's odd
behavior sex wasn't a very comfortable thought. Gavin decided to hang
out and do some reading and Brenna figured she'd call her friend down
the street and invite her over for a while. She'd never gone so long
without getting together with her. After they cleaned up Gavin found a
Crighton book on the shelf he hadn't read and started in. Brenna
watched some cartoons for a while then called her friend. Shortly
after the doorbell rang she let her friend in and introduced her to
her uncle.

"Uncle Gavin this is Wenda. Wenda this is my uncle Gavin."

Gavin looked up and greeted Wanda who was smiling wide-eyed at him.

"Hello," he said.

"Hello," she echoed.

Gavin felt a little self conscious at the look he was getting from
her. Brenna noticed too and suddenly felt a bit jealous and grabbed
her hand and drug her off to the back yard.

"Wow your uncle sure is a hunk!" Wenda said reaching privacy.

"He's not available!" Brenna told her a bit sternly and quickly
changed the subject.

They played for a few hours going back and forth between her room and
the back yard while Gavin read. Once he finished the book he made
sandwiches and chips for everyone and returned to the living room to
find another book while the girls sat in the kitchen. After lunch the
girls decided to head over to Wenda's house for a while which was
about five houses down.

Gavin fell asleep half way through the book. When Brenna returned she
found him sleeping soundly and went off to her room to take a nap too.
It had been a long day after a rough night and she was admittedly
tired. Gavin awoke, went to the bathroom and then continued reading.
About that time Brenna emerged from her room still dressed and
yawning.

"I didn't know you were here," he said.

She just hobbled up to the couch and groggily climbed up and snuggled
next to him and he hung his arm over her grasping her hip. She sat
there and yawned a little more and finally asked for the remote. She
watched cartoons the rest of the afternoon while Gavin read. Isabelle
arrived just after Gavin had finished and switched over to the news.
She cheerfully greeted the two and Brenna rushed to give her mom a
hug.

"How about some Shakey's tonight?" she chimed.

"Yeah!" Brenna cheered jumping up and down clapping her hands.

Gavin asked What it was and Brenna explained about the pizza Parlor
with the silent movies and stuff.

"Wow," he said, "that's sounds like a great idea!"

"I stopped to buy a dress on the way home and got you one too Brenna",
said Isabell. "You wanna wear it tonight?"

"Yeah!" she said following her mother down the hall.

Her mother reached in the bag and pulled out two soft red and pink
things made out of soft, stretchy material that feels like towels. She
handed her the pink one and then continued off to her room. Brenna
took hers into her room, stripped to her panties and studied the
strange thing. A moment later she was standing in her mother's door
shocked at what she saw. She was wearing a tube that hugged the
contour's of her body starting just above her breasts and stopping
very high on her thigh. She looked at the thing in her hand, found
both ends and stepped through it and was pulling it up just as her
mother turned after finishing up adjustments on hers.

"Whadya think?" she asked stepping towards her little girl and helping
her adjust it on her body.

Brenna didn't know what to say. All she could think was how sexy it
looked. She was amazed her mother would get such a thing for herself
much less her.

"Ooh, panty lines," Isabelle groaned. "Honey I think this would look a
lot better if you took your panties off."

Stunned, Brenna bugged her eyes out at her mother!

"It's okay," her mother said turning sideways and lifting her dress.
"I had to do it too." "You'll just have to be careful to keep your
legs together."

"Okay," Brenna said and pulled of her panties and pulled her dress
down as far as she could and turned to take her panties to her room
but was stopped by her mother. Isabelle stooped over to adjust her
dress.

"If you stretch it down like that it'll pull down from the top," she
said pulling the bottom back up high on her hips again and tufting her
hair.

Her mother was certainly acting strange but nevertheless she went and
put on some sandals.

Gavin could hardly keep from popping his eye's across the room when he
saw his sister come out from the hall but managed to keep a cool
demeanor.

"Hey that looks nice," he said and Isabelle responded with a smile and
a twirl.

Nice my ass that's fucking hot! he thought to himself. Just then
Brenna appeared. He couldn't believe it. Suddenly he found himself
fighting an erection.

"A matching set," he said choking on his words as he tried to maintain
composure. "You both look great."

He'd had to say it. That's what you say to women when they show off
new dresses. You don't when it's this much of an understatement but
that's what he had to say. Brenna and Gavin just gave each other a
dazed look but he couldn't help taking in a good look at her figure so
tightly wrapped and perfectly outlined. Brenna smiled and gave a bit
of a blush. She felt sexy and knowing Gavin thought she was sexy gave
her a tingle.

"Ready to go?" Isabelle said proceeding around the back of the couch
and towards the door.

Gavin flung himself from the seat and followed behind the two as they
made it out the door. Both of them had the most perfectly rounded
asses proved by the fact that Gavin bonked his head on the hanging
plant on the porch.

His sister talked almost the whole trip to the restaurant. Gavin was
reminded of her bubbliness as a child. From the passenger seat he
watched her as she talked taking in frequent peaks at her figure and
legs. From the back seat behind her mother his niece and lover could
see what was going on and grew jealous. She turned a little and lifted
her right leg up on the seat and made some distracting movements
pretending to look out the opposite side of the car. Gavin glanced
back to find her little pussy staring him in the face. He quickly
turned his attention out the front of the car wondering how the hell
was he going to make it through the evening. The possiblity that his
sister may be similarly lacking of undergarments plagued his ability
to keep Woody from popping up.

At Shakey's Gavin sat with both on either side - or they sat to either
side of him. He was horny as hell and though his attention wanted to
be on the two he was with he tried to keep it on Buster Keaton.
Unfortunately some mini-skirted mother with her hip-hugger jeaned and
halter-topped daughter would walk by or some-such thing. Some of the
things California females wore made him feel a litte less out of place
but they'd get him going again causing him to think of the two at
either side of him and how incredibly sexy they looked. And that got
him wondering again how out of place they really looked. His head was
spinning. He tried to act normal and to most he seemed to be other
than the fact the two he was with were very provocatively dressed. But
these same two it was obvious he was not himself. Brenna also knew her
mother was not herself.

After dinner they hit up a carnival they saw off the freeway. Each
seemed to do the best they could at acting as if there was nothing
different about them but occasional looks from others made that more
difficult. Brenna noticed other boys and men looking at her. That made
her feel a little more emboldened even though some of the men kinda
gave her the creeps. As shy as she was she couldn't help show off a
little.  Gavin started feeling like the envy of every male there as
they passed. Nevertheless each was having fun almost as normally as
they would any other day. Only tonight there had grown an air of
daring.

Brenna's jealousy subsided as her mother didn't seem to be trying to
compete with her dispite her attire. Brenna was never much of an
attention getter and knew that under the circumstances Gavin couldn't
give her undo attention. Gavin seemed as happy-go-lucky as he had been
so far the whole trip. This made her love and want him even more and
she made subtle attempts to turn him on even if it meant teasing some
of the other strangers in the crowd.

They rode the Tilt-a-Whirl. Isabelle insisted on being on the inside
and Brenna dared to be on the outside. Consequently she suffered a
fair squishing but enjoyed every second of her uncle's body pressed
against his. A couple of bucks and a little tush wagging got all three
into one Zipper basket. Getting in and out both girls gave the
operator an appreciative peak at was was, and was not unerneath those
little dresses. As they stepped away the operator grinned and gave
Gavin his two bucks back. Gavin got two big plushies from his years of
experience shooting out stars with a BB-gun. He was never any good
tossing soft-balls in the basket and opted to hang back as the girls
reached over the counter for a few tries. He stood across the midway
admiring their asses and counting the number of men and boys passing
who did the same.

His sister was up to something. She acted fairly normal other than the
attire but almost overly cheery especially considering her demeanor
the day before. The dresses were an absolute mystery to him. It wasn't
her nature. Brenna wouldn't have told her about them. If she had her
reaction would certainly be different than this - wouldn't it? But
then Brenna seemed as shocked as he. He brushed off the possibility of
a nervous break-down due to financial stress and losing her marriage.
Through his puzzlement he couldn't dismiss how turned on he was by the
nights events. The possiblity that his sister was trying to attract
him came to mind too but getting Brenna the same kind of dress?!
Nothing made sense.

It was late by the time they got home and each was quite tired.
Isabelle pretty much said it for everyone.

"Goodnight kids," she said, "I'm beat," and with that she headed
straight down the hall to her room.

"Me too," said Brenna following close behind.

Brenna glanced back at her uncle shrugging at her mother's actions
that evening. Gavin shrugged back as he she turned and then he watched
the two and their magnificent bodies outlined on cloth tubes disappear
behind their respective doors.

Gavin sat on his bed befuddled for only a moment deciding a good sleep
is the best answer.

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