The Full Package - Monday

As if watching someone else from a distance, Dave saw his hands turn the material inside out as they brought it closer to his face. The crotch was still puffed out on either side of the seam down the middle, and he imagined the pussy lips that had filled those tubular furrows just minutes before. A strange electric tingle shot through his body when he noticed that there was a thin line of clear cream along the center seam, right where he supposed the opening of her pussy would have been.

Dave brought the bikini to his nose and took a tentative sniff. It smelled a little of sweat and ocean and sunscreen, but mainly had a sweet and tangy flavor that immediately reminded him of sex. He had never done this even with Lisa's panties, and he felt a wash of embarrassment even as his body reacted with a renewed rush of blood and tingling nerves. His cock fairly sprang up to point at the ceiling; he had never had such a strong reaction nor gotten hard so quickly as far as he could remember -- especially from just a smell and the view of a girl's swim suit. Not that he been in this particular situation before, he had to admit.

Dave heard the doorknob jiggle and he tried to toss the bikini bottoms back over the handrail as he turned his prominent erection to the wall. He grabbed some more soap and continued to lather up as whoever it was entered and walked over to the separate door to the toilet. Out of the corner of his eye Dave noticed that either he had missed the rail completely or the suit had fallen, and was now lying half-in, half-out of the shower, with the lined crotch open and facing up. The door to the toilet closed without anyone saying a word and before he could turn around to see who it was.

Mentally kicking himself for what seemed the hundredth time on this trip, he picked up the suit, wondering if it had been Lisa or Cody who walked in, whether they had seen the suit lying on the floor, and even a little voice from his ego wondering if they had been looking at his bare ass as they walked by. As he brought the suit over to the rail again, it accidentally brushed against his still-hard penis and he paused as it sprung up even stiffer than before. Despite having flushed a deep red of shame that either one of the girls may have seen the suit and wondered what it was doing on the floor, an even stronger flush of adrenalin and hormones now caused his hand to lay the suit bottoms over his erection.

With warning bells clamoring for attention, he carefully placed the inside crotch directly over the head of his cock, feeling the wet and slightly gooey substance he had seen earlier touch the sensitive hole at the very tip. Knowing he had little time but arguing to himself that he just wanted to know what it felt like for a moment, Dave wrapped the soft inner lining of the suit, as small as it was, around the head and upper shaft. He squeezed it slightly, amazed at how hard he had become with so little contact, then slowly stroked it up and down several times. His eyes closed and his mouth opened in a gasp at how good the soft synthetic fabric felt on the smooth skin of his cock.

Images of Cody swimming flashed through his mind again, her thighs separating and squeezing together repeatedly in her scissor's kick. He imagined the soft material around his cock as it had been pressed up into her pussy, pushed back and forth over her mound as she swam and pulled in between her lips whenever she spread her legs.

Without the usual tingling sensations warning him of an impending orgasm, Dave suddenly felt his prostate muscle contract and his balls convulse as he went over the edge.

Murphy's law took full control in that moment and the door to the toilet swung open. With the little conscious will left to him, Dave turned to the wall, cock in hand, as he felt his cum surge upward through his shaft to spurt out into the lining of Cody's bikini. He barely noticed the sound of the water running behind him as his body was wracked with intense waves of pleasure. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning but couldn't help but thrust upward as the multiple ejaculations took over his groin.

"I said, 'what happened on the beach?'" he heard Lisa from behind him.

"Mmm hmm," he managed to grunt as his cock jerked upward in its last contraction. The crotch of Cody's bikini bottoms was now completely covered in his creamy white cum.

"That's all you have to say?" she asked. He suddenly wondered how much she had seen of his 'sun-screen application'. He risked a glance behind him and saw that she was applying makeup but didn't seem to be looking in his direction.

"What, um...what is there to say? It's a beach. It was hot." he replied when he could finally catch his breath. He turned off the water and reached for a towel, casually laying the bikini on the shower pole as he stepped out.

"I mean, did Cody and Armand seem to get along? I was thinking more about him...he seems smart and he is really cute..." She blushed and added, "I mean for her."

Dave was too relieved to get jealous at her remark. Coming down from the fantasy he just had about her, guilty thoughts of Cody and his recent non-brotherly feelings towards her dominated his mind.

"Um, yeah," he finally said. "They really seemed to hit it off." He felt a strange constriction in his gut as he spoke, and he realized that something in him didn't really want Cody to like Armand.

Lisa turned back to the mirror, nodding in apparent satisfaction. Dave had carefully kept the bath towel in front of him and he now quickly wrapped it around his waist before escaping out the door...

...to see Cody lying on the bed staring at him as he emerged. His erection had not yet subsided and he was painfully aware of the bulge it created in the towel. Cody's eyes were wide and despite her casual attitude over the last couple days she appeared to be blushing.

She didn't turn away, however, and Dave took a breath and just walked past the bed, trying not to think about what it looked like from the side. He knelt down in front of his suitcase and began rummaging around for clothes. He glanced up to see Cody still staring at him, though her blush seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

"Do you mind turning around, please?"

"What? It's no big deal, bro. You saw me changing all morning at the store, after all," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"You closed the gate every time, if I remember correctly," he answered.

Dave noticed that she was already dressed for dinner and was wearing a turquoise t-shirt tucked under a black skirt that stopped at mid-thigh. Her legs were tucked under her on the bed and he thought he could just see the dark outline of her panties between her legs. He had seen her breasts before - under her bikini top - and he knew they were larger than Lisa's despite her petite form. This particular skin-tight top, though, was apparently designed to display them; even without a bra they seemed to lift her already-perky breasts as if for inspection. Her long nipples poked out noticeably from the thin, stretchy material, and just looking at her sent a new wave of guilt washing through his body.

"But you... oh, all right!" Cody said in exasperation. She rolled on to her tummy facing away from him but he left the towel on just in case as he stepped into his underwear. "It's really not a big deal, anyway," she went on. "We all used to walk around naked at home when we were kids."

Dave tried hard not to picture that just then, and he didn't really feel like discussing their shopping trip experience anyway. He wasn't really sure why he was being such a prude about it, since apparently it didn't bother her one bit. He just couldn't help but feel a little strange with his wife around, not to mention that he was starting to get excited again just from looking at her.

He had to admit that it might also be that he was feeling something more than brotherly-interest in her. It was one thing to notice that she was sexy -- he was a guy after all. It was quite another to actively lust after her.

Is that what he was doing? Was all that had happened really his fault? Maybe not all of it, but as he thought about last night, the incident on the beach, and his most recent interlude with her bikini just a few minutes ago, he began to wonder if he had crossed a line. Or, more honestly, how far had he crossed?

He looked over at the feminine curve of her figure on the bed and immediately noticed that she had her knees bent and was casually swinging her feet back and forth in the air. Her skirt had scrunched up a bit and from his angle directly behind her, he could see to the tops of her thighs and the beginning curves of her petite butt cheeks. Before he could pull his eyes away, he caught a glimpse of a silky purple material between her legs. He was almost certain that she had bought a pair of small purple silk panties that morning.

Dave began to wonder whether the more pertinent question should be: how far was he willing to go in the few days they had left?

He angrily shook his head and concentrated on getting his underwear on. Was he such a lech that he couldn't go ten minutes without staring up his sister-in-law's skirt or some other perversion? He was determined to stop this slide down the slippery slope of desire before he got himself in any more trouble.

He tried to ignore his rising penis, barely acknowledging the strange fact that it had recovered so quickly from his orgasm in the shower. He pulled his briefs up over the rebellious member, leaving an obvious bulge in the cotton fabric. His towel had already fallen to the floor and he determinedly grabbed his jeans out of his suitcase and fairly yanked them on.

When he got to his crotch, however, he realized that he was going to have a hard time zipping them up. He tried closing his eyes and thinking about baseball, as he heard sometimes worked, but it didn't seem to do any good -- he kept thinking of Cody's spread legs and purple panties a few steps away. Finally, he just bit his lip and pulled his pants together to button them at the top, reaching in to move his penis to the side before carefully zipping up.

As he pulled on his shirt, he vowed to himself to try and behave the rest of the trip, avoiding being alone with or even looking at Cody, if that's what it took. As soon as the thought went through his mind, though, he felt a strange sadness well up inside him. He paused for a moment and turned to look at her thoughtfully.

That was when he noticed she had rolled over and was staring at him with a smug smile on her lips. Her skirt was still bunched high and one knee was up, affording him a clear view of the gusset of her purple panties.

"Were you...?" Dave began.

"I told you it was no big deal!" Cody interrupted, suddenly defensive, and promptly slid off the bed -- though not before her skirt was pulled to her waist by the bedspread and he was afforded a full frontal view of her tiny silk panties.

"Let's go get a drink," she said, smiling again and grabbing his arm. At a loss for words and feeling a distracting and all-too-familiar pulsing in his groin, Dave wondered again -- and not for the last time - how he was going to survive the next couple days.

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They had knocked on the bathroom door only to be told by Lisa that she had to stop by the business office to check for a fax and that she would catch up with them. Cody walked arm in arm with Dave all the way to the bar, making him feel awkward...yet strangely content. When she finally pulled away to sit down he even found he was slightly disappointed.

Lisa appeared after they had already ordered drinks, but she quickly joined in with a Long Island Iced Tea -- a surprise to Dave who knew that his wife was not a big drinker.

"Everything ok?" he asked.

Lisa glared at him, "Just peachy!" She took a gulp from his beer before apologizing. "A little stressed, that's all. I'll be fine."

Dave and Cody glanced at each other as Lisa took another swig. They had another half hour before their dinner reservations at the hotel restaurant, and Dave hoped that his wife would pace herself until then.

The time passed quickly, with Lisa saying very little but Cody talking animatedly about some brochures she had found and all the things they could do the rest of the week. By the time they made it to their dinner table, Lisa was quite a bit more relaxed, if not that coherent. The waiter seemed to be taking forever, and Dave's stomach was growling loudly. Cody started quizzing her sister on what had happened at the salon, but before Lisa could get an understandable answer out, Armand passed by and noticed the three waiting to order.

"Mis amigos! I used to think that this was a huge hotel, but I seem to see you all the time!" He quickly signaled the maitre d'. "We get quite busy around dinner, but I assure you that the food is well worth the wait."

Lisa looked over at Cody then up at their handsome benefactor and Dave could almost see the gleam in her eye. "Why don't you join us for dinner?" she asked. "We would love the company, wouldn't we Cody?"

Lisa suddenly cringed and grabbed her leg, but Armand didn't seem to notice.

"That is quite a tempting invitation." He looked at Dave for a moment. "I never like to intrude on my guest's pleasure, but in this case since there seems to be... how would you say... an inequality of gender?" Dave stared back at Armand, but his face was unreadable. "Allow me to arrange a few things first, but I will be back." He smiled and bowed slightly to Cody and strode off.

"Why did you do that?!" Cody whispered fiercely at her sister.

"Oh, come on! You know he's hot!" Lisa replied. "I was just trying to help you out." She tried to take another swig of her drink, but there was only ice left. "He owns the freakin' hotel, too..."

"I thought you didn't trust him, Lisa," Cody replied.

"Well, I changed my mind! He seems nice enough." She leaned over and took Cody's hand. "You deserve this, sis."

Cody shook her head, but let it drop.

The waiter never seemed to make it by their table, but Armand returned shortly and an amazing dinner soon followed. Dave thought he must have told the chefs to pull out all the stops because he had never tasted anything so good. Instead of allowing them to order, Armand had the waiters bring out a sampling of half the menu, it seemed, with a taste of so many wines that Dave lost count. He was sure they were very expensive, but after the first few he ceased to pay attention - nor was he able to taste much difference, he had to admit.

Armand was charming throughout dinner, but somehow managed not to dominate the conversation. He acted very interested in their lives back in the states, and asked many questions, but seemed to realize whenever he hit a stressful topic and would quickly change the subject. Despite her initial denial, Cody appeared to be fascinated with Armand and her eyes never seemed to leave his face. In spite of, or maybe because of, their host's social graces and obvious good looks, Dave couldn't help but feel some resentment at his presence. In his semi-inebriated state, he accepted the fact that he may even have felt a tad jealous.

When it was all over and the many dishes had been cleared away, Armand invited them to a small party he was having in the penthouse of the hotel.

Before Dave could reply, Cody jumped in, "Don't your parents live there?"

"Oh, no -- at least not usually," he replied. "They have a home on the mainland. They visit and entertain sometimes, but most of the time they let me run things here. And, of course, I get the nicest place in the hotel." Somehow he could brag and sound self-deprecating at the same time. Despite all of the favors Armand had done for them, Dave was beginning to dislike him.

"We really appreciate the invitation," he managed to get in before the girls could commit them. "We'll talk about it."

It was Lisa's turn to kick him under the table, but Armand graciously retired from the table to get ready for the party, telling them offhandedly as he left that it was a pool party and that they could bring their swimsuits if they wanted. He said it started in just a little while and that they were welcome to come by anytime.

Cody and Lisa were all for at least 'stopping by' the party, if for nothing else than to see the penthouse suite. Lisa reminded him that it was only polite considering that Armand had comped most of their hotel charges and had just fed them an amazing dinner. Since Dave couldn't think of any coherent reason not to go, he finally shook his head and gave in.

When Cody opened the door to their room, Lisa took him aside for a moment. "If things work out with him, maybe she could stay for the rest of the trip." She was whispering loudly and slurring her words and Dave was not sure how serious she could be. "It would be good for her!"

"That wouldn't exactly be safe, now would it?" He chided her.

He knew he was wasting his time when she rolled her eyes and replied, "She's a big girl. He's a nice guy. Besides," she winked in a way she probably thought was sexy, "if she hangs out with him, that will give us time to finish what we started this morning." She smiled at him and brazenly stroked his crotch with her hand.

Despite her intoxication and none-too-subtle gestures, his body immediately reacted. He wasn't too sober himself and his mind started picturing what they could do in the privacy of their bedroom -- alone. He was still extremely horny from all the teasing over the last 24 hours and suddenly Lisa seemed to be making a lot of sense.

The two girls quickly disappeared into the bathroom to "freshen up" and check their makeup, so Dave sat on the couch and flipped on the television. He heard the sound of a hair-dryer and wondered for the millionth time about the vanity of women. Especially when they were going to a pool party...

Pool party... something was tugging at his brain when suddenly Cody came out of the bathroom holding her bikini.

Dave thought he might faint.

He had totally forgotten about the swimsuit.

He watched in silence, holding his breath as Cody dropped the bikini onto the bed and reached up under her dress to pull down her panties.

"Sorry," she said, glancing up at Dave as she pulled the purple silk down her legs and over each foot. "I know you're squeamish, but Lisa's throwing up in there -- which is probably good for her, but it's grossing me out."

Cody grabbed her bottoms from the bedspread and stepped into them. When she pulled them up past her knees, Dave couldn't help looking into the liner of the crotch, remembering in a haze of fear what he had left there.

"Um, so we're not quite so shy when the shoe -- or underwear -- is on the other foot, are we?" Cody asked sarcastically.

Dave glanced up to see her staring at him with an amused smile. He turned beet red and dropped his eyes, but not before he saw her pull the suit up between her legs, dragging her skirt up at the same time. He caught a glimpse of her bare pudenda and the landing strip of pubic hair above it just before they were covered by the material of her bikini.

"Really, Dave..." Cody started, but quickly looked down as she pulled the bottoms tight into her crotch. "That's strange. These are still really wet..."

Dave thought his heart would stop and he looked out the window, dreading the question that would come next.

Just then Lisa came out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth.

Cody looked up, startled, and her voice squeaked a little as she blurted out, "Are you still going?" She had quickly dropped her skirt down over her swimsuit as soon as Lisa appeared.

"Why don't you wear your new bikini?" Cody continued rapidly, definitely a little flustered. "It is a pool party, and you did just get waxed, after all."