Chapter 17: Good Massage
After dessert was over, the couples began to break up to relax in their postprandial lassitude, most going off to their bedrooms.
Kaitlyn and I followed Miguel and Carmen toward the bedroom they were sharing; we had a mission.
Kaitlyn cleared her throat to catch their attention halfway down the hallway, speaking quietly enough that it wouldn’t carry back into the living room, where we’d left most of the group. “Hey, you two, we don’t want to intrude on your plans, but, well, you remember ‘magic hands?’”
“How could we forget?” acknowledged Carmen, adding, “But we’re a bit too stuffed for a repeat.”
“Actually, we want to check in on the baby,” explained Kaitlyn, wiggling her fingers meaningfully.
I clarified, “We can see some things that doctors can’t short of throwing a lot of radiation at you. It’s as safe as ultrasound but higher resolution than an MRI.”
“Oh!” Carmen said. “Well, sure, come on in.” When we were all crammed into a bedroom intended for one underage child, she asked, “How do you want to do this?”
“It starts like a massage, but in deference to your doubly-full stomach,” I joked with a smile, “we’ll begin with you on your back rather than face down as we normally would with a massage.”
Carmen began stripping without being prompted.
I dropped my mage’s loin cloth and motioned the other two to sit on a large combination toy box and dressing bench. As seating, it was a bit tight for two adults, and Miguel looked a bit uncomfortable sitting pressed up against his nearly-naked sister. Kaitlyn sensed this and said, “Oh, relax, Miguelito, it’s fine,” while slipping an arm around behind his back. By the time Carmen was down to her skin, they were looking more comfortable together.
Carmen lay supine on the bed, straight as a board, and I straddled her thighs, sitting straight up, hands on my own thighs, most of my weight on my heels rather than Carmen’s legs. I slipped into a trance and began directing my magical awareness into her body without letting any of the power transit my shins to avoid dissipating it through the bedspread. With Carmen also naked, it was almost as good as doing magic out in nature, with nothing unnatural between us. I was limited to the size of my internal magical reserve this way, but it would suffice for my current purpose.
I hadn’t known much about neonatal development until recently, and I was certainly no expert at it now, but I’d crammed as much studying in as I could in the time I could spare between classes and our magewear experiments. I knew several signs to look for, both good and bad, and I found only the first sort.
“Everything looks fine to me, Carmen,” I reported after a few minutes of poking around inside.
“Oh, that’s good,” she said uncertainly.
“Do you know the baby’s sex?”
“No, the doctor said it’s too early yet.”
“Do you want to know? It’s not too early for me,” I said, trying not to sound smug, but probably failing.
Miguel rose, and he and Carmen looked at each other and nodded, so I said, “It’s a healthy little girl.”
“Oh!” said Carmen, and she reached out and squeezed Miguel’s hands, tears coming to her eyes, his locked on the sight of it.
After giving them a few moments, I went on, not wanting to mislead them about my abilities, “You still need to go to your OB/GYN and other doctors’ appointments. This is just an extra check-up from a motivated amateur.”
“Good to know, but…” Carmen faltered.
“Yes?” I inquired solicitously.
“I thought you wanted to massage me?” she finished.
“I hadn’t planned on it, but I’ll happily do that for you if you want. All perfectly chaste,” I said, glancing at Miguel.
“Please,” she said simply.
“Kaitlyn, let’s try that new technique, the powder massage. It’ll work well here on the bed like this, less messy than oil. There’s some talcum in the hall bathroom.”
As she went to fetch it, I said, “How would you like to make it a six-handed massage, Carmen?”
That brought a smile to her face. “Oh, that sounds wonderful!”
“We will certainly endeavor to make it so,” I promised as I climbed off her and knee-walked towards the right side edge of the bed. “Carmen, please come to the center of the bed, then open yourself like in a jumping-jack pose, hands off the edge of the bed, feet towards the footboard’s posts.” Then turning my attention towards her husband, I said, “Miguel, strip and kneel between her legs. Tuck in as close as you can get without touching her.”
When Kaitlyn returned with the powder, she slipped out of the mage-thong without being bidden, kneeling on Carmen’s opposite side, across her hips from me. “These are our massage therapy outfits for our most extra-extra special clients,” she said with a wry grin.
Carmen smiled back at her sister-in-law who began to sprinkle our working media over the other’s smooth Mexican-American skin. Then the three of us began using the powder to glide our hands over her body, causing her eyes to close in delight as we continued to caress her softly all over.
A few minutes into the massage we began to notice that she was lubricating, so Miguel dusted his hands off and began working her soft labia with his thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan in deeper delight.
Carmen whispered, “Slip one inside,” and Miguel responded by sliding his left middle finger up her passage, continuing to use his right on her labia and clitoris.
“Haaaah, hahhhhh!” she gasped. “Faster, Miguel!” He obliged with both hands while Kaitlyn and I kept caressing the rest of her body, making orbits around her breasts, passes over her nipples, glissandos down her flanks, and long smooth ski runs down her thighs. We went back and forth across her body from toes to fingers and even up her neck, touching everything on her front and sides except for the one place that she let only Miguel go.
A few minutes later, she was squealing with delight. “Ooooweeeee Lito, another finger!” she begged, and he obliged that wish, too while we continued her powder massage.
“Inside me, Lito, get inside me!” Carmen demanded. Miguel didn’t hesitate precisely, but he didn’t move to accede, either. She repeated insistently, “Now, Lito, now!” Miguelito was plenty hard and Carmen was quite wet, so he slipped quickly inside and began pumping steadily.
Kaitlyn and I began switching off massaging him as well, like traffic on a double-decker bridge, the one on top focusing mainly on his back and especially his flexing buttocks, but also caressing around to his front. After we’d given his front a powdering, he sunk down upon his pregnant wife, weight supported on his forearms, and began gliding his chest and belly over hers, pausing occasionally for a long passionate kiss before resuming his pumping in that most intimate of lovemaking positions.
A few times during their session, I could feel Miguel getting close to the edge, so I reached my power out to him through my fingertips and brought him back, wanting Carmen to have at least one vaginal orgasm first. She looked with passion and surprise at him each time we did this, knowing him well enough to expect that it was over, only to find that he was still going.
In an effort to push them along to completion, Kaitlyn and I began to focus on Carmen’s secondary erogenous zones, wrenching squeals of delight from her, twice pushing her into a shuddering orgasm. As the first one hit, Kaitlyn had to gently grab Miguel’s shoulder and slow him down, knowing how Carmen’s fiery pussy felt at that moment, knowing she wanted to feel his fullness more than further stimulation. I felt Kaitlyn monitoring the orgasm with her own power, letting Miguel go when she could feel Carmen was ready to resume.
When Kaitlyn and I could tell they were coming towards a staggered pair of orgasms, we orchestrated it into a simultaneous orgasm, me guiding Miguel, she guiding Carmen. By the moment of climax, Carmen’s knees were up and wide and Miguel was pounding her in a plank pose, so Kaitlyn reached under her sister-in-law and began rubbing her anus, eyeing me to do the same. I got no particular thrill from rubbing Miguel’s winky one-eye, but I was most gratified by the clench I got just at the moment of release.
If there was any doubt elsewhere in the house what was going on down the bedroom hall, there wasn’t once we pushed them to this final orgasm.
“Rrrraaaaaiiigghhhh!” yelled Miguel, jamming his cock deeply into his wife, scooching her a few inches up the headboard, his neck, back and legs arched into a graceful curve, the two touching at a tangent.
“Aaaaayyyayyayyaaaiiiiiggggh!” bellowed Carmen, her inner thighs bouncing insistently on his hips in time with her core’s contractions. Then she grabbed him, pulled him down atop her, and hugged him tightly enough that he had difficulty regaining his breath.
I motioned Kaitlyn up and out the door with me to let the lovers fizz together in their postcoital bliss.
“So, good massage, then?” Jess joked when we walked into the living room.
Everyone erupted in laughter.
After Kaitlyn and I sat down with them, we noticed that they’d found all of our discarded clothing. The scrubs were neatly folded on the coffee table, but they’d clearly been examining our handiwork on the magewear before being distracted with aural voyeurism. We brought them back to their prior topic, answering questions about the garments.
That night in bed I said, “I think I know what we’re getting the family for Christmas.”
“Yeah, several of them were looking positively acquisitive there after lunch,” she agreed.
“Have you got their sizes?”
“Most of them. I’ll get the rest before we go.”
“Maybe we can create a merchandising sideline?”
Kaitlyn looked thoughtful, then said, “I dunno. It’s a lot of work making what we need for ourselves.”
“A lot of that is going into experimentation,” I pointed out. “Once we settle on the designs and build up our initial wardrobes, we’ll spend less time on upkeep and creation of replacements.”
“Sure,” she agreed equably, “but we can expect these to wear out faster than store-bought clothing, even with magical laundering. We’ll have to spend a fair bit of time repairing damage to the seams and cloth, making new pieces as the old ones wear out. I don’t know how we’ll keep up with making more for others at the same time.”
I thought for a while as clearly as I could while I caressed Kaitlyn’s tight body, then said, “We could rent a building and hire some workers to make them to our specs here in town. It’d be a selling point: locally made, local designers, and all that. We might even be able to get it into the tourist shops.”
“Mmmm…” Kaitlyn replied, whether at my ideas or my caresses, I could not say. After a time, she decided, “It’s a nice thought, but let’s get the massage business launched before we start a clothing line, okay?”
I kissed her on her neck by way of answer. This led to other kisses and then to other activities. I was most grateful for my luck in catching Kaitlyn that night.
We stayed through the long weekend, doing several more massages, though none quite as active as that first one.