Pleasure Unleashed:>Ep4

Holly almost rolled her eyes at the whole thing. All four of the men in her life were just so competitive with one another. What made that worse was that Kayden and Reilly always tried to be as much like Chris as they could, whereas while Casey looked more like his father he had the much more independent streak from her.

Not that their 18-year-old son wasn't competitive or didn't joke around like his brothers and father. He did. A lot. Only Casey tried to come out on top his way rather than trying to be more like his father. All of that, and the fact he was the youngest, often made Casey the object of the other three's attention and jokes. Casey could handle himself, of course, but Holly did have to step in sometimes when the others could take things a little too far, even when they honestly meant it as part of their joking and friendly competitiveness. She seemed to spend her life mediating between the four of them in one way or another.

"He was out last night." Holly replied, defending her absent son, "Which isn't a surprise given it is the first three-day weekend of the summer. You would have done the same at his age."

Chris nodded a little acknowledging that as Kayden and Reilly wiped their foreheads and took a drink after the last bag on the yard was on the truck.

"True. But he knew what time we had to be going if we were going to make it before it got too late." Her husband retorted as he leaned on the side of the truck bed with his arms folded with an innocently resigned expression. It was as plain as day to Holly that he was fighting hard to hold back his laughter. "Maybe the walk would do him some good; show him the world doesn't revolve around him and his social life."

Holly gave him a long-suffering, flat stare that Chris had no right to look amused by even if she was still half-smiling herself as she gave it to him. It was always about playing each other up and getting one up on the rest of them. Guys.

"He'll be here soon. He said he would be back, so you won't be too late going. Besides, you haven't finished packing up what you've got yet." She replied in a mock-stern voice before she glanced behind her to the bags just inside the doorway behind her. "So you just shush Christopher Clarke or 'your' son won't be the only one missing a boat in the next week or more."

Whether it was her tone or the small way that Holly's lips curved at the insinuation, Holly was more than pleased to see the sudden way that her good-looking, joker of a husband suddenly stood up straight at that.

"Ouch! Now that was uncalled for." He responded in such a way that Holly couldn't help but laugh softly at the mock-hurt in his playful expression. "You see guys, this is why you never let a woman get this kind of power over you, otherwise she always comes out on top."

"Dad!" Both Kayden and Reilly exclaimed at the same time, and this time Holly laughed a little louder as she shook her head at her husband as if to say he had been a bad boy.

For his part, Chris didn't waste his good humour even as he told the two to go fetch the rest of the things from the house before clearly making his way towards her. Holly only had time to feel her stomach flutter excitedly at that, and Chris only had time to make it to the end of the truck bed when suddenly a voice came from the side of the house.

"Going somewhere, Chris?" Came the familiar gravelly drawling and Holly suddenly wished she was wrapped up in her heaviest and most concealing clothes despite the heat.

"Nothing gets past you, Pete." Chris replied as he looked from Holly to their pervy next door neighbour after giving Holly a smile that was half-amusement and half-commiseration. "Just for the weekend though. Thought the boys would like a trip out of the city considering how hot this weekend is supposed to get"

Holly wrapped her arms around herself even more tightly and tried to hide as much of her thin robe-half-covered body as much as she could behind the doorframe without appearing to move at all. Even so the slight movement drew Pete Abernathy's eyes like iron to a lodestone and as his groping, lascivious gaze fell on her the 38-year-old mother suddenly couldn't wait for her shower for reasons other than the heat.

How the man's eyes could be as greasy as his thinning grey hair, Holly had no idea, but the way he ran his eyes quickly up and down what he could see of her slender body made Holly feel as if he was just inches from running his wrinkled hands over her. She couldn't hide the disgusted shudder she felt at that but fortunately none of it showed on her face and if Pete had noticed he thankfully didn't bring it up.

"Holly going with you?" Her creepy neighbour asked Chris without taking his eyes from Holly for even a second. Holly tried to discretely shift a little further back into the house, which made her husband's playful side beam cheekily through the smile he gave to her as he caught her subtle movement.

"Not this time, just a guy's weekend." Chris replied with a significant playful smirk at her, and innocently paid no mind when she gave him a shocked, warning look in response. They both knew what he was doing though -- this was payback for Holly having got one over on him about Pete earlier -- as her husband's amused expression only deepened as he added, "Holly has the weekend all to herself. Looking forward to it, aren't you babe?"

Holly didn't respond, only giving her loving husband a more significant look that only deepened his amusement until he seemed about to burst out laughing. He was just so competitive and never took things seriously -- and he always took things too far! Holly shifted a little uncomfortably, though she couldn't move any further into the house without it becoming too obvious, and so she just sufficed herself with giving her husband a look that promised retribution later. Let him see what a week without sex was like! No, two weeks!

Into that momentary pause, their oily neighbour spoke up completely unaware of the silent exchange.

"Ah, I see. Well, if you get bored and want any company to pass the time, you only have to knock on my door. Wouldn't want you to feel lonely." Pete said in a tone that he likely thought was subtle but was about as far from it as if he had whispered it creepily over her shoulder while running his old, greasy hands down her arms.