Story: Jersey Shored

Jersey Shored
By Varian Milagro
Based on the story idea by David Plymouth


“How much longer should we wait for Lynn, dear?” Ting-lan asked.

Ting-lan stood outside a two story, brown shingled house with her husband, Kang and their two children, Shen and Luan. Like her husband, she had a slight Mandarin accent. Both were second generation Chinese Americans and picked up the accents from listening to their parent’s speak broken English at home. Thankfully, both children spoke fluent, accent free English and Chinese. At five-three, she was the shortest of the family and the only one who carried extra weight. Her daughter stood a couple inches taller and had the body of a ballet dancer. Ting-lan wasn’t fat, but had a fuller figure not uncommon with women in their mid-forties.

The sun was out and the smell of saltwater in the air. The roar of the ocean and hundreds of people at play came from beyond the house. To the left and right of the house were similar rectangular homes, either permanent vacation homes or more likely, rentals.

“If we had cell phones we could call her, Father,” Shen said. Like his father, he stood five-eleven and had a slender build, although age had filled out Kang’s frame whereas Shen looked like a strong wind would blow him away.

“I do not want to hear anymore about cell phones.” Kang glared at the green, white and red garage door. “I want you to paint over that this week.”

“What color, Father?”

“Confer with your mother. I only care that we no longer have the Italian flag on our new vacation home.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you suppose that is her car?” Ting-lan pointed at a Cadillac convertible with dealer plates and a temporary license taped to the back window.

“Mrs. Masterson drove a Pontiac when she showed us the house. Perhaps she bought a new car with her commission on the sale.” Kang turned to his son. “Check the front door, Shen.”

As Shen ran up the stairs to the front door, a man approached from the neighboring property. He was Caucasian and in his late thirties. He had the kind of build that looked like he’d played sports as a younger man, but now spent most of his time watching others play on television.

“Hello, I’m Jim Anderson,” Jim said with his hand outstretched toward Kang. “Are you the new neighbors?”

“I suppose we are,” Kang said as he shook Jim’s hand. “I’m Kang Huang. This is my wife, Ting-lan and my daughter, Luan. My son, Shen, will be rejoining us in a moment.”

“My wife and daughter are at the beach at the moment. I tell you, I am glad to see a family moving in to that house. We live here full time and that house has been the bane of our existence for the last couple summers. All summer long it is one non-stop party. Loud music, drugs, sex, you name it. We were thinking of moving, but then we’d heard that the place had sold and it wouldn’t be a rental anymore.”

“It is our vacation home and we are not the party types.”

“The front door is unlocked, Father,” Shen said as he rejoined the family.

“It was nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson. We will have your family over for dinner once we are settled.” Kang watched Jim depart and then said, “Everyone grab something from the car. Let’s see our new home.”

Ting-lan whispered in her husband’s ear.

“Oh yes. Luan, close your eyes and follow your mother.”

“I’ve already seen pictures of the house. It won’t be a surprise.”

Kang eyes narrowed. “Do as you are told, Luan.”

Luan shrank under her father’s glare. “Yes, Father.”

Luan took her mother’s hand and followed her up the steps and into the house. After being led around a couple corners her mother stopped, placed her hands on Luan’s shoulders and turned her body 90 degrees to the left.

“You may open your eyes, Luan,” Kang said.

A giant red bow sat on top of a black, Yamaha baby grand piano.

“Happy birthday, angel,” Ting-lan said.

“It’s beautiful!” Luan squealed. She hugged her father and then her mother. “I can’t believe you bought me a piano for our vacation home.”

“We know how much your music means to you and we didn’t want your vacation to be a torture,” Kang said.

Luan flipped open the keyboard lid and ran her fingers over the pearly white keys. “I want to play it right away.”

“We need to unload the car first,” Kang said.

“And then we’ll need to get started on dinner,” Ting-lan added.

“Is it all right if we have a tour of the house first?” Shen asked.

“That is a marvelous idea,” Ting-lan said. “We can decide on what furniture, if any, we will be keeping. A lot of it will go straight to the trash, starting with that.” Ting-lan pointed at a plastic phone in the shape of a duck.

Besides the large living room the house had a large kitchen, a dining area, six bedrooms, three bathrooms, and two large decks. The floors were all hardwood as were the walls. It was also furnished with a lot of tacky décor, mostly Italian or nautical themed items.

It was on the back deck that they finally found the missing real estate agent. She was in the eight-person hot tub, having her own little party. She had a drink in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. A pack of cigarettes and a half empty bottle of tequila sat on a small bench within arm’s reach. An empty bottle of Absolute lay on the floor of the deck. A beige pantsuit and sensible women’s lingerie draped over a lawn chair. Several glossy shopping bags with the name “One of a Kind Lady” and silhouettes of well proportioned women, sat next to the chair. In the distance the ocean and parts of the white Jersey beach were visible.

“Welcome to Seaside Heights!” Lynn shouted as she stood and shook out her long black hair. She wore a pink, string bikini that strained to accommodate her breasts and plump posterior. “How do you like your new house?”

“What is the meaning of this, Mrs. Masterson?” Kang said. His annoyance at the presumption of the realtor to use his property without permission, took a back seat to his shock over her new look. The slender Caucasian woman he’d met last month when he and Ting-lan first visited the property had been replaced by a woman desperately trying to recapture her youth. It appeared that inside of a single month she’d had her hair dyed black, spent thousands augmenting her breasts and buttocks through surgery, and spent every day in a tanning bed.

“What have you done to your body, Mrs. Masterson?” Ting-lan asked.

“I decided to get a makeover. My husband left me for some young, dumb bitch and I figured if you can’t beat them you might as well join them.” Lynn stepped out of the hot tub, took a deep drag on her cigarette and wobbled to her shopping bags. “I got all new clothes, too. Check out this dress.” Lynn held up tiny piece of sparkling black spandex.

“Please extinguish that cigarette, Mrs. Masterson,” Kang said. “I was unaware that you smoked otherwise I would have informed you that we do not allow smoking on our property.”

“Yeah, the smoking is a recent thing, so are the boobs.” Lynn hefted her breasts and smiled. “Can you hand me that towel?” she asked Shen as she pointed to a towel less than three feet away.

Shen picked up the towel. “Here you go, Mrs. Masterson.”

“Call me Lady-L. It’s my new name. Can you be a big sweetie and help dry me?”

Ting-lan pulled her son away from the shapely real estate agent. “Please give us the house keys. You may dry yourself out here and then come inside and change your clothes.”

“Okey-dokey.” Lynn reached into the pocket of her pantsuit, removed a set of keys and handed them to Kang.

While Kang and Shen unloaded the car and Lynn Masterson changed in one of the first floor bedrooms, Ting-lan and Luan familiarized themselves with their new kitchen.

“Will Shen have classes with you or Father?” Luan asked.

“He may end up in my economics 101 class, but he’ll have to wait until third year to have one of your father’s classes,” Ting-lan said. “Even then your father’s graduate students teach most of his computer science courses these days, one of the benefits of full professorship. We lowly associate professors still have to teach our own classes.”

“If I go to Princeton I hope I have one of your classes.”

“Hopefully you will be at Julliard, studying music.” Ting-lan opened a drawer and made a face. “We will be throwing out all of these kitchen utensils. It looks like some of these were never washed.”

“Will we eat out while we’re here?”

“Of course not. The food they serve in restaurants these days is vile, full of chemicals and fats.” Ting-lan pulled the drawer out and dumped its contents into a black garbage bag. She then handed Luan a pair of yellow, rubber gloves. “I want every surface in the kitchen scoured before we even think about bringing any food in here.”

“We’re on vacation, you know,” Luan said with a snotty tone.

“Do not let your father hear you talk to me in such a fashion, young lady. You may be old enough to vote, but that does not mean that you are too old for a spanking.”

“Yes, Mother.” Picking up a sponge and a 409 spray bottle, Luan got to work.

By time Kang and Shen had the car completely unloaded, Ting-lan and Luan had started making dinner and Lynn Masterson had finally emerged from the bedroom. She wore the sparkly spandex dress which barely covered her ass or tits. In addition to the tiny dress she wore a pair of platform heels, hoop earrings that brushed her shoulders, a half pound of makeup and so much perfume that people on the far side of the boardwalk could probably smell it. Despite that, Kang still invited her to join them for the family meal.

“Oh, that’s so sweet, but I need to get to Adrenaline Tattoos. I want to get some work done before I hit the clubs tonight. I want to look sweet for all those fine, sexy guidos.” She minced over to Shen. “What do you think about ‘Lady L’ in cursive right here?” Lynn dragged a long fingernail across her chest, just above her ample cleavage. When no reply came she pulled a card out of her purse and handed it to him. “Call me after you’ve spent some time in the hot tub and we can hook up.”

Shen slipped the card in his pocket as Lynn wiggled her way out the front door. Ting-lan snapped her fingers. Shen placed the card in his mother’s outstretched hand.

After dinner Luan was finally able to play her new piano. After a few warm up exercises to loosen up her fingers and verify that the piano had been properly tuned, she launched into Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in G Major. Ting-lan sat on the other side of the room, proofing an economics journal for Harvard University Press, lying up against her husband while he reviewed his notes for an upcoming meeting with Princeton’s board of regents. Shen was rereading “War and Peace”. Other than Ting-lan occasionally interrupting Luan to point out a mistake in her playing no one spoke for the next hour.

After quiet time, the family changed into their matching Tai Chi outfits, white cotton pants and long black cotton jackets. When their father led them outside and toward the beach, both Shen and Luan were horrified.

“We’ll look like stereotypes,” Luan whispered to her brother. “A Chinese family practicing martial arts in matching outfits.

“Can’t we do Tai Chi by the hot tub, Father?” Shen asked. “There is more than enough room up on the deck and it has a view of the ocean.”

“Do not ask questions to which you already know the answer. A connection to the chi of the earth is a vital part of the exercise.”

As they exited the house Luan pulled her hair back and used a rubber band to create a pony tail. Her black hair fell to her shoulder blades and had a tendency to flip into her face when doing Tai Chi. While Luan liked her long hair she sometimes thought that it would be nice to wear it short like her mother. Ting-lan’s hair barely touched her shoulders.

When the Huang family walked onto the crowded boardwalk, Luan’s fears were realized. Several people pointed at the family and a couple people even laughed. They made their way onto the beach and found an area not occupied by people lying on beach towels, playing volleyball, throwing Frisbees or generally showing off their bodies. Luan and the rest of the Huang family had never understood the desire to lie on a beach for hours on end, doing nothing except increase the chances of skin cancer.

As Kang led them through a session of Tai Chi, Luan had to admit that the beach was a nice location despite the audience. The warm sand felt great on her feet as the sun warmed her face. She ignored the people around her and concentrated on breathing in the fresh, ocean air. They were nearly finished with their workout when a group came upon them that were impossible to ignore.

“Joey, check out Mulan,” a muscular man in his early twenties yelled. He was shirtless, deeply tanned, and had glistening, black hair. Tribal tattoos circled both arms. “You can karate chop me any time, sweetheart.”

“When you get sick of Dim Sum you can try out my Italian sausage,” Joey said who was just as muscular and tan as his buddy.

“Leave the chink girl alone, Gino,” a young woman said. She had her raven hair piled high on her head and wore a black bikini that barely covered her artificial breasts.

“Gia’s right,” said another young woman in a nasal whine. She too had a fake tan to go along with her fake boobs. “Besides, I’m hungry and you promised me a dinner at Fabio’s”

“Give it a rest, Adriana,” Gino said as he glared at his companion. “We’ll eat when I say.”

Shen stopped following his father’s movements and stepped toward Gino. “You need to apologize to my sister.”

“I don’t need to do nothing, chop sticks,” Gino slammed his chest into Shen’s and knocked him down. Although Shen was a few inches taller, Gino had him in weight and all of it from sculpted muscles.

Ting-lan ran over to Shen and helped him stand. “Please do not fight.”

“You better step off, mama-chan,” Adriana said as she pulled a cigarette from her purse. “Gino’s been spoiling for a fight all day and he’s always wanted to go up against someone who knows chopsocky.”

Luan raced to Joey and then pushed on his chest. “Leave my brother alone. We don’t want any trouble.”

“Give Joey a kiss and we’ll leave you guys alone,” Gino said.

“Give Joey a kiss and I’ll kick your slant-eyed ass, bitch.” Gia stepped forward, her face an inch from Luan’s.

“That is enough,” Kang said. “There will be no fighting. Ting-lan, Shen, Luan step back.”

Ting-lan and her children stepped away from the trouble makers.

“There’s going to be a fight, old man,” Joey said. “If you want to get your ass kicked instead Hop Sing Jr., it’s fine with us.”

Kang stood silently, his hands at his sides, his feet shoulder width apart.

“If that’s how you want it,” Gino said and then threw a punch straight at Kang’s nose.

The punch didn’t land. He threw another and Kang dodged that one as well. Kang’s body barely moved as he avoided every punch that Gino threw. When Joey got into the act Kang got a whole lot more animated, leaping, twisting and even rolling to avoid their fists. A crowd began to form.

“Fuck this shit,” Gia said as she removed a small black tube from her purse.

“Look out, Father,” Luan yelled as a jet of liquid flew from the device in Gia’s hand and into Kang’s face.

“You want some too, bitch?” Gia said as she pointed the pepper spray at Luan.

Kang’s hands shot to his face and Gino landed a punch. Kang went down and then Joey kicked him. Shen ran forward to help his father just as a police siren wailed from the boardwalk. Joey and his crew looked to the sound and then ran down the beach in the opposite direction. A half a minute later a uniformed policeman ran after the group as another stopped and checked on Kang.

“Are you all right sir? Do you need medical attention?”

“I will be fine. Please go help your fellow officer.”

“Stay here, we will need a statement.” The policeman ran after his partner.

Shen helped his father to a sitting position. Although Kang tried to hide it, Shen could tell that he was in pain.

“Perhaps medical attention would be wise, dear,” Ting-lan said as she knelt next to her husband, her face twisted with worry.

“It is nothing that a good night’s sleep will not cure, my love.”

A few minutes later another set of police arrived and took everyone’s statement. Afterwards the family was led to a police van where Gino and Joey sat with their hands handcuffed behind their backs.

“Are these the gentlemen who assaulted you, sir?” the police officer asked Kang.

“I do not wish to press charges, officer,” Kang said.

“We do not need you to press charges, sir. We just need you to answer the question truthfully.”

“Yes officer, the gentleman on the left punched me and the one on the right kicked me in the ribs.”

The family returned home and Shen helped his father to his bedroom. Kang’s eye was swollen and he clutched his left side. Ting-lan filled a couple plastic bags with ice, placed one on Kang’s face and the other on his ribs.

“Mother, I would like to go down the boardwalk to do some shopping,” Luan said.

“I do not want you out there with those ruffians,” Ting-lan said.

“I need a swim suit for tomorrow. The one I have no longer fits well.”

“Your mother has spoken, Luan.”

“Yes, Father,” Luan said, looking at the ground.

***
After breakfast the next morning, Luan sat in the living room playing the piano while her father prepared for his meeting, her brother read and her mother continued her review of the economics journal. Luan loved playing the piano and she enjoyed playing for others, although playing with her mother in the room was tiring. She knew that she wouldn’t be half the pianist she was today if it wasn’t for her mother’s insistence on perfection, but it would be nice to play for fun while they were on vacation. She was currently playing Franz Liszt’s “La Campanella”. She’d yet to make it through the whole piece without being interrupted.

“Allegretto not allegro, Luan,” Ting-lan said without looking up from her crossword.

“Mother, I still need a new bathing suit before we go on the speed boat tour.”

“I know, dear. We will go just as soon as you play the piece as written. The admissions board at Julliard will care how you play the piano, not how you dress on vacation.

An hour later the ladies were at Sunset Beachwear, one of the many clothing stores located on the Seaside Heights’ boardwalk. While Ting-lan tried on sun hats Luan checked out the swim suits. She was holding up a purple one piece against her body while looking at her reflection a mirror when a guy wearing a shirt with the store’s logo approached.

“Purple is a good color for you,” the man said. He was blonde, in decent shape and looked like he was close to Luan’s age. “I’m Brad. Can I help you pick out a swimsuit?”

“Um, thank you. I’m Luan.” Luan felt her face flush.

“Might I suggest something in a two piece?” Brad grabbed a purple bikini from one of the racks. “What are you, about a size two?”

“I don’t think I should get a bikini,” Luan said.

“Oh, you should definitely get a bikini. You’d look great in one.” Brad took Luan’s hand and led her to the other side of the store. “Tell you what, just try it on and tell me you don’t like it.” He opened a door to reveal a changing room.

Luan entered the room and changed into the bikini. While the bikini bottom fit perfectly the top was a 34B and a little loose. Being in between sizes, Luan was forced to choose between too tight and too loose when it came to bras; she always went with too loose. Her mother was a perfect 36C and never had a problem picking out bras. Luan took a deep breath and stepped in front of the changing room mirror. As she looked at her reflection her face turned red. The mere idea of parading in public dressed in little more than colorful underwear shamed her, not that her mother would let her buy something so revealing.

“Are you going to come out?” Brad asked from the other side of the door.

“No,” Luan said in a quiet voice.

“Don’t you like it?”

“That isn’t the problem. I’m practically naked.”

“I can fix that. I’ll be back in a second.” A minute later Brad returned and dangled a garment over the top of the door. “Put this on over the bikini.”

Luan took the flimsy piece of cloth from Brad. It was a purple sarong with an intricate floral design. She wrapped it around her body like a towel and stepped out of the changing room.

“You don’t have that on quite right; may I help you with it?”

Luan looked around the store, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.

“Come in here.” Brad pulled Luan into the changing room, closed the door and removed the sarong. He gazed at her body for a second before saying, “There’s a lot of different ways to wear a sarong, but for you I think you’ll be most comfortable if you wear it like this.”

Brad wrapped the sarong around Luan’s neck and then tied it behind her back. It covered her torso and the tops of her legs. The outline of her body and the bikini were vaguely visible through sarong’s flimsy material.

“You are smoking this sarong, Luan.” Brad said as they both looked in the changing room mirror. “Ready to face the public?”

“Okay,” Luan said with a tiny smile.

Brad opened the door and then placed his hand on the small of Luan’s back and ushered her into the store. Ting-lan stood a few feet away, a look of horror on her face.

“Luan, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” Ting-lan said.

“Mother, this is not what you think. Brad was helping me with the sarong. That is all.”

“Get your things. We are leaving.”

“I still need a bathing suit, Mother.” “I will buy one while you get your clothes back on.” Ting-lan turned and stormed to the other side of the store.

“I’m sorry if I got you into trouble,” Brad said.

“It is not your fault,” Luan said as she reentered the changing room.

Brad held the door open. “Listen, let me make it up to you. Let me take you dancing tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. My mother will not let me go out with boys while I am still in high school. She thinks it will interfere with my studies.” Luan pulled the door closed.

***
Ting-lan lectured Luan the entire walk back to the house. When they entered the living room they found Kang lying on the couch. While Luan disappeared into her room to try on the swimsuit her mother had bought for her, Ting-lan checked on her husband.

“I do not think that I will go on the speed boat tour today. I am afraid that those boys injured me worse than I’d realized. Either that or I am just getting old and heal slower than before.”

“You are not old, my love. What you need is an ice pack to reduce the swelling followed by heat to improve circulation and speed healing. I will get you the ice pack and then make you a nice hot bath.”

“I can do that, you go with the Shen and Luan. I do not wish to spoil your day.”

“Dear, a speed boat tour was never my idea of fun, nursing my husband back to health sounds like a good day to me. Let the children race up and down the coast. In fact, instead of a bath, why don’t we both spend some time in the hot tub together?”

When Luan emerged from her room she was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, having left the swimsuit her mother had purchased lying on the bed. The swimsuit Ting-lan had bought embarrassed Luan as much as the bikini had, but for an entirely different reason. Her mother had bought her an ugly, old lady swimsuit. She decided that if the opportunity to go swimming presented itself she’d just stay in the boat.

“About time you showed up,” Shen said when Luan entered the kitchen. “We need to leave right away or we’ll miss the tour.”

“Where are Mother and Father?”

“There not coming, it’s just you and me.”

Luan had mixed feelings about this. She loved her parents dearly, but a day without her mother’s micro-management would be a blessing.

***
Shen and Luan had a great time on the speed boat, racing along the New Jersey coast. When they stopped in Cape May for lunch, the opportunity to swim did present itself and Luan wished she’d brought the ugly swimsuit. She sat on the beach, watching her brother splash in the waves, feeling foolish in her jeans.

When they arrived back home it was nearing dinner time. They were surprised to enter the house and not smell their mother’s cooking. They looked around, but did not find their parents. They eventually checked the back deck and found the couple in the hot tub, making out. Two bottles of Merlot, one unopened and the other nearly empty sat on the bench next to a pair of wine glasses. Classical music played on the outdoor stereo.

“We’re home,” Shen announced.

Kang broke the kiss, but still held Ting-lan close to his body. “How was the boat ride?”

“It was a lot of fun,” Shen said as he gaped at his parents. While it wasn’t shocking to see his parents kiss or drink alcohol, neither he nor Luan had seen them drink before dinner or kiss with such passion.

“That’s great to hear. We had fun too, didn’t we, baby?” Kang kissed his wife’s neck.

Ting-lan giggled. “Not in front of the children, sweetie.” She pushed her husband away and turned her attention to Luan. “I’m sorry for how I acted in the store earlier today. I bought you a present as an apology; it’s on your bed. What time is it?”

“It’s nearly five.”

“Oh dear, I forgot to cook dinner,” Ting-lan said as she accepted a wine glass from Kang. She took a sip. “Why don’t you two go find something to eat on the boardwalk? Your father and I had a late lunch, so we’ll stay in.”

Kang hopped out of the hot tub. He wore a new swim suit, one that was typically worn by a younger man, who was in better shape. While Kang wasn’t fat, in fact he was on the slender side for a man in his late forties, he wasn’t well muscled. He pulled a wad of cash out of his wallet.

“Here, have some fun tonight,” Kang said as he thrust the cash into Shen’s hand.

Ting-lan climbed out of the hot tub with her husband’s help. She had a new swimsuit as well. It was a one piece, but was one of the smaller one piece swim suits that Luan had ever seen. “You should give the hot tub a try before you leave though. It will make you feel like a new person.”

The couple dried each other off and Luan headed downstairs to change into her swimsuit. It occurred to her that her father’s bruises were gone and he no longer moved with pain. The hot tub must be very restorative as her mother had suggested.

A wrapped present sat on top of Luan’s bed. She opened the attached card. It read, “Luan, I am sorry for the scene I made in the swimsuit store. Brad helped me purchase this. He is a very nice and would make a good boyfriend for some lucky girl.” Luan opened the box to reveal the purple bikini and sarong. She put the swimsuit back in the box and changed into the ugly swimsuit that her mom had bought earlier in the day. She wasn’t about to wear the skimpy suit around her brother.

Shen and Luan spent a half hour in the hot tub, listening to light jazz while talking about school. Neither wanted to get out, the pulsating jets of heated water felt so relaxing, but they were both hungry, not having eaten since a light lunch over four hours ago.

After changing into their street clothes they looked around for their parents in order to say goodbye before departing for the evening. They heard them before they saw them. As they neared the master bedroom the unmistakable sounds of people having sex filled the hall. Both turned bright red; they left the house without saying another word.

Both Luan and Shen felt invigorated as they walked amongst the crowds along the Seaside Heights’ boardwalk. Anything seemed possible. They had a pocket full of cash, the night to themselves and a town built with entertainment in mind.

“What would you like to do first?” Shen asked.

“I want to eat, but I don’t want anything Chinese. I want something quick and bad for me.”

“How about hot dogs?” Shen said with some glee.

“Perfect.” Luan grabbed her brother’s hand and skipped to the nearest hot dog stand.

After a quick meal sitting on a bench, watching people walk by, Luan said that she wanted to do a little shopping. After browsing in a couple souvenir stores they entered a clothing store called, “Shore Store.” By the look of the merchandise, and the clientele, the store catered to the young, party minded set. Luan browsed the ladies t-shirts while Shen looked through the tank tops. Twenty minutes later Luan exited the shop wearing a black, off-the-shoulder t-shirt with “You Only Live Once” written in pink block letters and Shen wore a tank top that read, “Free Hugs.”

They’d only made it ten feet from the store before a busty young woman wearing gaudy jewelry walked up to Shen and said, “Nice shirt, cutie” and gave him a hug.

Shen smiled and added a swagger to his walk as he and his sister headed to Sunset Beachwear.

A smile broke out on Brad’s face when he saw Luan enter the store, but vanished when he saw Shen. The smile returned when he found out that Shen was her brother.

“I get off work in about twenty minutes,” Brad said after Luan told him what she and Shen were up to. “I could show you two around. The Casino Pier is a lot of fun.”

“I don’t think our parents would like us to go to a casino,” Luan said.

Brad laughed. “I think they’ll approve of this one.”

The Casino Pier turned out to be an amusement park. Initially Shen worried about being a third wheel as Brad led them down the boardwalk, but with Brad and Luan walking together it was evident that Shen was unaccompanied. He was stopped several times along the way by cute girls wanting the free hug his shirt offered.

Luan had a nice time at the amusement park. She didn’t care much for the rides, but she enjoyed Brad’s company and the way he doted on her. After the first ride, Shen wandered off by himself, hoping to find more girls interested in free hugs. Luan stayed with Brad and rode whatever ride he suggested. After the third ride he took her hand in hers and held it as they walked to the Ferris wheel. They held hands for the rest of the evening.

After a couple hours Luan said that it was time for her to go. She didn’t want to leave Brad’s company, but she knew that her parents wouldn’t want them staying out too late. It was already nearly nine at night and the family was typically in bed by ten. Before they tracked down Shen, Brad pulled her to off to the side of the carnival games where there weren’t a lot of people.

“I had a great time tonight, Luan,” Brad said as he held both of her hands.

“I did too.” Luan gazed into Brad’s beautiful hazel eyes.

“Can I get your number?” Brad asked as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“I don’t have a phone,” Luan said. “My father says that man survived millennia without the need to be instantly updated on every little thing.”

“Come by the store tomorrow. I get off at the same time. We can hang out again.”

“I’d like that a lot.”

Brad leaned forward and kissed Luan. It was a quick kiss that sent Luan’s heart soaring. She was in a daze as they walked around the pier, looking for Shen. The kiss had been her first and she hoped that there would be more to come on the following day from Brad.

When they finally found Shen, he was giving away a lot more than a free hug. He had a girl up against a chain link fence, kissing her passionately as she explored his back with her well manicured hands.

“How was your night or do I need to ask?” Luan said as they walked back to the house.

“It was going really good until you interrupted. Why do you want to go home so bad? Weren’t you getting along with Brad?” “I had a great time with Brad, but don’t you think Mom and Dad will want us home before ten?”

“Not from the sounds coming from their bedroom when we left,” Shen said.

As they approached the house they saw Kang pull into the drive way. He waved to them when he got out of the car.

“Just the two I was hoping to see,” Kang said.

Luan gave her brother an “I told you so” look and then said, “I’m sorry. We should have been home sooner.”

“Nonsense,” Kang said. “I was just hoping that I could have some help unloading the Explorer. After that I hope that you’ll join your mother and me in the hot tub. We’d love to hear about your evening.” Kang handed Shen a cardboard box filled with bottles of liquor and then grabbed a case of wine. “Luann, can you grab the bag of lemons and limes?”

While Shen and her father finished carrying the rest of the alcohol and mixers into the house, Luan went into her room to change. She sat on the bed for a couple minutes, trying to decide which bathing suit to wear. Earlier in the evening it had been an easy decision, she’d been too embarrassed to be seen in the bikini. Now, however, the decision was much harder. The one piece was ugly as sin. Plus, her mother had bought the bikini; it would be rude not to wear it. Luan changed into the bikini and admired her reflection. It looked good on her. She tied the sarong around her waist and wore it as a skirt. She liked the way the sarong parted when she walked, exposing her freshly shaven legs.

When Luan made it to the hot tub the rest of her family was already in the water. Katy Perry sang “Firework” over the stereo. A bottle of Crown Royal, two bottles of Merlot and a full wine glass sat on the bench next to the hot tub. Luan assumed that the wine was for one of her parents until she noticed that they each had a glass of Crown Royal and her brother held a glass of wine.

“Your swimsuit looks lovely, Luan,” Kang said as his daughter removed her sarong and then entered the hot tub.

“You are okay with me drinking alcohol?” Luan said when her mother passed her the glass of wine.

“In many cultures children much younger than you are allowed a glass of wine at celebrations,” Ting-lan said.

“What are we celebrating?” Shen asked and then took a sip of his wine.

“The best family vacation ever!” Kang said jubilantly. He held his glass out toward Luan and Shen. After clinking their glasses together he tossed back his glass of whisky and said, “Let’s get this party started!”

Luan sipped her wine, tentatively. Despite being her first taste of alcohol, she liked it immediately. Seeing her brother take a bigger drink she followed suit. Before they’d finished half the wine in their glasses Kang grabbed the bottle and refilled them to the brim.

“No empty glasses tonight,” Kang said. “What should we toast to next?”

“How about Luan turning eighteen three days ago?” Ting-lan said as she lay back in her husband’s arms.

“Excellent! To Luan being an adult.”

Luan tried to drink slowly, but her father made a toast every few minutes, and insisted on refilling her glass whenever it was less than half full. As her head spun and her vision wavered she looked over at her parents holding each other and found herself wishing that Brad was there to hold her.

“Your sister is lonely, Shen,” Ting-lan said. “While don’t you hold her?”

“What are you suggesting, Mother?” Shen said with a look of shock on his face.

“It is perfectly okay for a brother to hold his sister, especially if she needs cheering up.”

“I’m not sad, Mom,” Luan said.

“Go on and give your sister one of those free hugs you were advertising earlier,” Kang said.

Shen set his glass of wine on the edge of the hot tub, held his arms out and then said, “Come here, little sister.”

Luan looked from her brother’s arms to her parent’s smiles and then slid over and lay back against Shen’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her and she laid her head back and tucked it under his chin. She imagined that it was Brad that held her as she melted into her brother’s embrace.

***
Ting-lan woke up with her first ever hangover. As memories from the previous day flooded into her brain the hangover got worse. What had she been thinking? She’d given her children alcohol. She’d bought racy swimsuits for the whole family. She’d practically made love to her husband in the hot tub while Luan and Shen were in it with them. It had felt good at the time. More than that, it had felt right and no one else had complained.

She knew that she’d been too hard on the kids while they’d grown up. Too many parents were satisfied with their children scraping by, doing the minimum. Her children excelled because she pushed them. Shen had the kind of academic record that gave him his choice of colleges. Luan would likely attend Julliard the following year. Perhaps last night was just the whole family blowing off steam. Work hard, play hard. Wasn’t that the saying? Ting-lan rose slowly and made her way into the kitchen to make breakfast for her family.

***
When Luan awoke she ran straight to the bathroom and vomited. Hearing noises from the kitchen she went to investigate. After a moment her vision cleared and she recognized that person making the racket was her mother. Ting-lan wore her night gown without a robe. Luan looked down and realized that she was still wearing her bikini. Better than being naked, she figured.

“I feel like shit.” Luan said and then tensed in anticipation of her mother’s ire over the swear word.

Ting-lan winced and grabbed her head. “I feel rather poor as well. Can you grab some aspirin from the cupboard?”

Luan retrieved the aspirin, shook out a couple of pills for them both and then guzzled a bottle of water.

“Don’t overdo it,” Ting-lan said as Luan reached for another bottle. “Let that settle and then drink some more with your breakfast. Too much too quickly will make you feel sick.”

“Now that Father is feeling better will we do Tai Chi on the beach after breakfast?”

“I think that we’ll postpone Tai Chi until after lunch and go to the salon instead.”

“Salon?”

“Yes. I booked us for a mani-pedi. It’s not for a few hours, but I thought that we could window shop on the boardwalk for awhile, just the two of us. I think it will be great to have a mother-daughter day, don’t you? We can leave after breakfast.”

“In that case I should practice the piano before breakfast.” Luan entered the living room, sat at the piano and then stared at the piano keys, trying to get her vision to focus. Her head swam and 176 black and white keys swayed before her instead of the usual 88.

After a few minutes her head and stomach settled and she began to play. She worked though the scales and her headache spiked. Each key she struck felt like her brain was being stabbed with a fork.

“Why don’t you skip the piano this morning,” Ting-lan said as she closed the keyboard lid. “My head can’t take it. Besides, we’re on vacation and you can practice any time.”

After breakfast Luan and Ting-lan headed down the boardwalk while Kang and Shen hit the hot tub. Kang had a meeting with the Princeton board of trustees later that day and he wanted to recharge with a good soak first.

Their first stop was at Trendz, a jewelry and accessory store that catered to teen girls whose fashion sense had yet to mature and women whose sense had been stunted. A heart necklace, bedazzled with rhinestones, caught Luan’s eye, but she hesitated to touch it for fear of her mother’s disapproval. Ting-lan too was captivated by a pair of golden hoop earrings to care. The only earrings she ever wore were the small diamond studs that Kang had given her on their 10th wedding anniversary, yet the hoops called to her.

“Um, Mom, do you think it would be okay if I bought this necklace?” Luan pointed to the gaudy rhinestone necklace. “I’ll pay for it with my own money.”

“That’s okay, angel, I’ll pay for it.”

“They’re having a two for one sale, why don’t you get a necklace, too.”

“Oh, no I shouldn’t. Everything in here is too flashy,” Ting-lan said as she gazed at the sparkling jewelry.

“Oh, look at that rhinestone rabbit on the gold chain. You were born in the year of the rabbit, weren’t you, Mom?”

“I’ll get the rabbit if you get the rhinestone tiger.” Ting-lan gave her daughter a conspiratorial grin.

“Deal!”

In addition to the necklaces, Ting-lan bought a couple pairs of two inch hoop earrings. Ting-lan felt a sense of shame as she removed the diamond studs that had been in her ears for the last fifteen years and replaced them with the large, golden hoops, but she had to admit that they looked kind of hot.

For the next couple of hours Luan and her mother hit every shop that sold women’s clothes, shoes or accessories as they slowly made their way to Lucinda’s Hair and Nail Emporium. At each store they bought another item of clothing or accessory and wore it out of the store.

When they made it to the salon at the far end of boardwalk, Luan wore a black skirt that fell to her knees, a pink satin blouse, and a pair of sandals with a kitten heel. For accessories she wore the hoop earrings and tiger necklace her mother had bought for her at Trendz, several gold plated bracelets, a pair of oversized sunglasses, and a new leather purse which she carried in the crook of her arm. Ting-lan was dressed very similarly. If it wasn’t for the twenty-seven year age difference, people would have thought them twins.

After their mani-pedis, the ladies decided that it was time to eat.

“Do you mind if we don’t go home to eat?” Ting-lan asked, knowing that she should go home and make something healthy for her family. But every few feet there was someone hawking junk food, filling the air with the mouth watering smells of hot dogs, kettle corn, steak sandwiches, curly fries and other assorted deep fried treats. “I know I should make something healthy to eat, but everything out here smells so good. It seems a shame to walk all the way home.”

“I’m totally on board, Mom. What do you want to eat?”

Ting-lan looked around. It had been years since she’d any type of junk food. There were restaurants, food stands and carts everywhere, and she wanted all of it and none of it.

“Pizza! I want a damn pizza.” Ting-lan’s hands flew to her mouth. “Sorry, I guess I get vulgar when I’m hungry.”

A smile slowly replaced Luan’s stunned expression. “Well, I’m pretty damn hungry, too!”

Both ladies laughed.

Ting-lan bought two large slices with the works and a couple diet cokes. She briefly considered getting a pitcher of beer to share with Luan, but that would mean sitting in the restaurant and the ladies wanted to sit out on the beach and people watch.

“Mom, please don’t take this the wrong way, but you have been acting different lately. I’m not complaining, but you let me drink wine last night, we’re wearing clothes that would’ve freaked you out yesterday, and now we’re eating pizza.”

“I know, angel. I’ve been too hard on you and your brother. As you said yesterday, we are on vacation. It is a time to let loose and be someone else for a few days,” Ting-lan looked at a muscular, young man walking by. “Wow, can you imagine being wrapped in those arms.”

“Mom! You’re a married woman!”

“I can still look. You did think he was a stud, didn’t you?”

“Well, yes,” Luan said with impish smile. “Although I think the guy in the red shorts is hotter.”

Ting-lan let her eyes roam over the man in question. “He’s got a gorgeous tan, but I go for muscles over skin coloring.”

“Come on, Mom. Look at his six pack. It’s sexy as hell.”

“But he’s got no guns, angel. I want a man with biceps like cannon balls. Like that guy over there, the one with all the tribal tattoos.”

“Yeah, I see what you mean, Mom,” Luan said.

“You know, we should see if the boys want some pizza.”

“How are we going to do that? You and Dad won’t let us have phones and there aren’t any payphones around.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about that. I’ve been too uptight about the phones, too.”

“Really?” Luan jumped up. “I can get a smart phone? For reals?”

Ting-lan stood. “I think it’s time. We can get phones for everyone. I saw a phone dealer next door to Henna Haven.”

“I love you, Mom,” Luan said as she hugged her mother, “This has been the best day ever. You’re like my mom and best friend rolled into one.”

“I love you too, angel.” Ting-lan said and then gave her daughter a kiss.

After buying smart phones for the whole family, Ting-lan let Luan talk her into visiting Henna Haven. She then let Luan talk her into getting matching temporary tattoos on their shoulders. Luan’s read, “Like Mother” while Ting-lan’s read, “Like Daughter”; both were accompanied by interlocking lockets.

Ting-lan tried calling the house with her new smart phone, but there was no answer so she bought a large takeout pizza just in case Kang and Shen were hungry. If they weren’t, she and Luan would eat it for dinner.

When they arrived home they found the men of the house in the hot tub. They’d moved the television outside and were watching the New York Yankees play while drinking beer.

“Have you two been in the hot tub the whole time we’ve been gone?” Ting-lan asked as she set the pizza on the bench next to the hot tub.

“No,” Kang said, not looking away from the baseball game. “We found a health club nearby that has day passes and we got in some weights.”

“Did you have your phone meeting with the board of trustees?”

“I had them reschedule the meeting. I’ll do it later in the week.”

“Weren’t they upset that you cancelled last minute?”

“Fuck them. We’re on vacation.” Kang jumped up, splashing water onto his wife as he yelled, “Yes!” He gave Shen a high five. “Two run homer for our boys.” He finally looked at his wife. “Why don’t you girls join us? The game will be over in about thirty minutes and then we can hit the beach.”

Luan raced downstairs and changed into her bikini. She looked at the makeup kit Ting-lan had purchased at the salon. After a moment of consideration she decided against wearing makeup, but kept the bracelets, earrings and necklace on. When she made it back to the hot tub, Ting-lan was already in the water cuddling next to Kang.

“You look really nice today, Luan,” Shen said as Luan climbed into the tub. “I love your necklace and earrings.”

“You’re so sweet.” Luan gave her brother a kiss on the cheek. “You’re looking pretty good, too.” She ran a hand over Shen’s chest and then squeezed one of his biceps. “You get all this from one work out?”

“Yeah, can you believe it?” Shen flexed his arm to show off a bicep the size of an apple. “I can’t wait to hit the gym tomorrow.”

“My brother the stud,” Luan said as she accepted a beer from her father. “Why don’t you put your new muscles to good use and hold me while we watch some baseball.”

“Anything for my baby sister,” Shen said as he pulled his sister against his body.

By time the game was over Luan was feeling good. She wasn’t sure if it was the hot water mixed with the fresh ocean breeze, the alcohol, her brother’s strong arms holding her tight, or a combination. A tingly sensation ran up and down her body, making her nipples hard and giving her a gooey feeling down below. She knew that Shen felt it too; his manhood had been poking her butt for the last twenty minutes.

“Kang, can you program our phones with each other’s phone number before we go to the beach?” Ting-lan asked.

“Sure, baby. Anything for you.” Kang sat down, pulled the instructions for one of the phones from the bag and began reading.

Luan went downstairs, took a shower and then changed into her Tai Chi uniform. When she joined her family in the kitchen her mother was wearing a sarong wrapped around her bathing suit and was stuffing beach towels into a large bag. Shen was filling a cooler with beer and Kang was still reading the phone instructions.

Ting-lan laughed. “We’re not exercising today, silly girl. We’re on vacation. We’re going to find out what everyone else sees in laying about on a beach, soaking up the sun.”

Luan returned to her room and changed into her bikini and sarong. She pulled out her new makeup kit, drew fine black lines around her eyes and applied a touch of lip gloss to her lips. After untying her hair and placing her sunglasses on her head, she once again rejoined her family in the kitchen. Kang was still struggling with the instructions.

“Shen, can you help your father?” Ting-lan said. “I’d like to get to the beach before the sun sets.”

Shen helped his father with the phones and then all four headed to the beach. The girls lost the sarongs and laid down on beach towels while the boys ditched their shirts and started tossing a Frisbee to each other. They stayed on the beach until dinner time.

When they got back to the house, Shen grabbed the television from the deck and the family watched a re-run of “The Real Housewives of New Jersey” while eating cold pizza. Afterwards, Luan changed into her new skirt and blouse in preparation to meet Brad at the swimsuit store. Shen and Kang decided to walk with her and then check out the scene on the boardwalk. Ting-lan decided to stay home and watch more of the Housewives marathon.

Brad raved about Luan’s new look when she greeted him at the swimsuit store that evening. He jokingly accused her of kidnapping the real Luan and replacing her with an even prettier Chinese girl, which he hadn’t thought possible since she was so pretty to begin with. Luan loved every minute of it.

Luan told Brad that she wanted him to come back to her place so that they could spend some time alone in the family’s hot tub. He readily agreed. They exchanged phone numbers and were on their way.

“You live here?” Brad asked as Luan led him to the house with the Italian flag painted on the garage door. “This is where they filmed that TV show for MTV, the one with all the Italians with the fake tans. Did you know that not one of those bone heads was actually from New Jersey? They gave the state such a bad name.”

“I didn’t know that,” Luan said as they entered the house. She led Brad into the living room by his hand. “Mom, this is Brad.”

Ting-lan tore her eyes away from the television and then stood. “Yes, I know. He was kind enough to help me pick out your bathing suit yesterday.”

“It’s nice to meet you again, Mrs. Huang. I see where Luan gets her beauty from.”

“Such a sweet talker. Call me Ting-lan, no need for formality.” Ting-lan sat back down. “Better watch out, Luan. I might just steal this one away from you.”

“You’re funny, Mom,” Luan said with a laugh. “We’re going up to the hot tub.”

“You know, there are a lot of rumors about this house around town,” Brad said as they headed up the stairs. “Some people think it’s possessed or something. Personally, I don’t know about all that, but it sure is lucky.” “How is it lucky?” Luan asked as she stripped down to her bikini.

“Well, it not only survived Hurricane Sandy unscathed, but it also avoided being burned down in the huge fire that destroyed most of Seaside Heights in 2013.”

“That is lucky.” Luan waited for Brad to get in the hot tub and then let him help her get in. “That’s enough of the ‘no shit’ facts. It’s time to get down to some serious makin’ out.” Luan launched herself at Brad and stuck her tongue in his mouth.

They continued to make out for the next fifteen minutes. It probably would have been a straight half hour, but they were interrupted by Ting-lan bringing them refreshments. Luan ignored her mom at first; she was lost in the moment. Brad was kneeding her ass and she was rubbing her stiff nipples against his smooth chest while they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.

“I thought you kids might like some refreshments.” Ting-lan sat a tray laden with a bottle of tequila, a couple shot glasses, several bottles of beer and assorted snacks on the bench.

“What the hell, Mom?” Luan snapped when she broke away from Brad. “Can’t you see that we’re a little busy here?”

“Don’t cop an attitude with me unless you want your boyfriend to see you bent over my knee.”

“Sorry, Mom. I was caught up in the moment.”

“That’s all right, angel,” Ting-lan said as she turned to leave. “Try the deep fried pickles; they’ll change your life.”

Luan scooted over to the bench, poured two shots of tequila and handed one to Brad. They slammed the shots. Luan handed her glass to Brad and leaned back in her seat. The tingly feeling was back and she knew that it had nothing to do with the ocean breeze or alcohol. She was horny as hell. Her eyes lingered on Brad’s chest as he poured another round of shots and she found herself missing her brother’s new physique. Being held by Shen’s strong arms had been so much nicer than being held by Brad. The kissing had been great, but a couple times her mind had wandered and she’d imagined that it was Shen’s lips on hers. She looked down at the bulge in Brad’s shorts. At least he had one muscle that looked above average.

“Sit up on the edge of the hot tub,” Luan said as she accepted the shot from Brad. She slammed her shot as Brad moved seats. “You can have the pickles; I’m hungry for something a little meatier.” Luan pulled at the waistband of Brad’s shorts.

Brad pulled down his shorts, his erection springing free. “Tonight is going so different than I imagined.”

Luan’s heart pounded in her chest as she leaned forward and ran her cheek against Brad’s cock. Never in a million years would she have thought that she’d take a penis in her mouth of a guy she’d known for only two days. It was the action of easy girls; girls with no self respect; girls so desperate they offered up their bodies for a couple hours of male attention. Sluts. Yet, at the moment, she wanted Brad’s cock in her mouth more than she wanted anything else. She licked the length, from the base to the mushroom head and then took him in her mouth,

“Whoa, watch the teeth,” Brad said as he jerked back and almost fell backward onto the deck.

Luan flushed with shame. “Sorry.” She opened her mouth wider and tried again. She got about half his length into her mouth before she scraped him again and he jerked back, this time falling and landing with a loud thud.

“Fuck!” Brad screamed as he clutched at his back.

“Is everyone all right?” Ting-lan said as she ran onto the deck. “I heard a crash.” As she took in Brad’s nakedness her face turned almost as red as her daughter’s. “What on earth were you two doing?”

“I tried to give Brad a blow job, Mom. I screwed up and he fell out of the hot tub. Please don’t be mad.”

“Are you all right, Brad?” Ting-lan asked as she helped him stand. She’d considered giving him a towel to cover himself, but the sight of his thick erection clouded her mind.

“I’m fine. I just got the wind knocked out of me.”

“And yet you didn’t lose your erection,” Ting-lan said with admiration. “Why don’t you sit on the bench and let Luan help you out with that?”

“Mom? What are you saying?”

“You should finish what you started, angel. You don’t want Brad to think that you’re a tease, do you?”

“No, I guess not. But I didn’t do it right and he got hurt. He probably doesn’t want me to do it anymore.”

“It’s okay, really,” Brad said as he started to stand. “I should probably get going.”

“Nonsense.” Ting-lan pushed Brad back down. “Now come over here, Luan.”

Once Luan knelt in front of Brad, Ting-lan reached behind Luan and unclasped her bikini top.

“What are you doing?” Luan grabbed the cups of her top and held them against her breasts.

“Angel, if you’re going to put a man’s cock in your mouth you may as well show him your tits.”

Luan let the bikini top fall. “It’s just as well. The straps were digging into my back.”

“Well, no wonder. It looks like you’ve grown a cup size at least.”

Luan placed her hands on the bottom of her breasts and lifted them. “They feel heavier, too.”

“It’s true, there really is a curse on this place,” Brad said as he gaped at Luan’s tits. “I heard rumors about this place changing people, but I thought it was all bullshit.”

“Do you want to talk or do you want your cock sucked?” Ting-lan snapped.

“I want a blow job, Mrs. Huang. I mean Ting-lan.”

Turning to her daughter, Ting-lan said, “Now, I think the best way to teach someone a new skill is to show them how it is done properly. That way they’ll have an example in their mind when they try to repeat it.”

Ting-lan opened her mouth and slipped her lips over the head of Brad’s cock while stroking the base with her hand. She pulled back, licked around the head, up and down his length and then slid her mouth over him again, taking more of him in her mouth. She repeated this a couple times until she was able to get most of him in her mouth.

“That feels amazing,” Brad said with a moan.

Ting-lan let Brad’s cock slip from her mouth with a pop. “Think you can do that?”

“I think so.” Luan exchanged places with her mother and then tried to repeat her performance.

“Remember to stroke with your hand,” Ting-lan said as she watched her daughter slide her mouth over Brad’s cock. “Also, don’t try to take too much in at first. I can teach you some exercises that will help you deep throat a cock, but for now, stick with baby steps.”

Luan continued to work Brad’s cock. After a couple minutes he announced that he was going to come. Luan looked at her mother for help.

“Stay where you are, angel,” Ting-lan said as she placed her hand on the back of Luan’s head and kept her on Brad’s cock. “This is your reward for a job well done.”

Brad grunted a couple times and Luan tried to swallow as best she could. When she pulled away from Brad, semen trailed from the corner’s of her mouth.

“He tastes pretty good, doesn’t he?”

“You guys have to get out of this house. It’s cursed,” Brad said as he tried to catch his breath.

“You sound like my grandmother from rural China,” Ting-lan said as she walked away. “She was a superstitious old woman who lived in a hut and worked in a rice paddy, what is your excuse?”

“The curse is real,” Brad yelled as Ting-lan disappeared into the house.

“Do you really believe that the house is cursed?” Luan asked Brad as she wrapped herself in a towel.

“It has to be. You and your mother act so different from yesterday. Not only that, but your tits are bigger and so is your ass.”

“You know, when we arrived our real estate agent was acting real weird. My dad said that she was a normal business woman when he first saw the house, but she looked like one of those party girls when I saw her on Tuesday. She might know what’s going on.” Luan hurried downstairs to find Lynn Masterson’s business card.

***
Ting-lan sat in front of the television and tried not to cry as she watched Luan and Brad head out into the night. Luan wore a short skirt and a sleeveless top which exposed the henna tattoo on her shoulder that read “Like Mother”, something she’d been proud of until earlier that evening. As she reflected on the blow job, her shame was nearly unbearable. She considered getting drunk, but until the previous night she’d never been a drinker. Letting her children get drunk seemed tame to giving her daughter’s boyfriend a blow job while she was in the room. It had seemed so sensible at the time. Luan was obviously inexperienced at fellatio and it was a parent’s responsibility to teach their children.

Ting-lan mulled over Brad’s assertion that the house was cursed. Certainly strange things had happened recently, Shen and Kang had gained nearly ten pounds of muscle in an afternoon and Luan breasts had grown a cup size. Yet, it wasn’t uncommon for women’s breasts to swell during menstruation and the men’s muscle was probably a temporary pump that happens after a vigorous workout. That didn’t explain why she was so fucking horny.

Ting-lan rose and poured herself a large glass of crown royal and then sat in front of the television again. She tried to distract herself with “Real Housewives”, tried to resist fingering herself, tried to resist the impulse to go find Brad and let him fuck her. In 25 years of marriage she’d never considered straying for a moment. Tonight it was all she could do not to leave the house and fuck the first cute guy she found.

***
While Ting-lan fought her sexual urges, Luan and Brad talked with Lynn Masterson outside of the night club, Club Karma. She wore a dress that covered most of her breasts and waist and little else. Tattoos of vines and roses rose up her sides and she’d obviously spent a lot of time at a salon. Her nails were long and painted, her skin had an orange tint of a fake tan, her makeup was applied thick and her hair had been bleached and teased. She puffed away on her cigarette as Luan told her what had been happening to her family.

“Your boyfriend is right and wrong, sweetie. There is a curse, but it’s on the hot tub, not the house. Anyone who spends time in it gets jersified.” Lynn looked Luan up and down. “It looks like you’re on your way.”

“What do you mean ‘jersified’?”

“Guidos and guidettes. Men and women obsessed with their bodies, tanning, tight skimpy clothing, partying, and sex. I’m sure you’ve seen them on the boardwalk and beach. They’re hard to miss.”

“You knew this and you used the hot tub?” Luan pulled at the hem of her skirt, trying to make it cover more of her legs.

“My third husband had just left me for some little skank. I’m sick of men leaving me for trashy women. I’ve gotten so much cock in the last couple of days. It was the best decision of my life.”

“Is there way to stop the jersification? No offence, but I don’t want my family ending up like you.”

“None taken, sweetie. Just stop using the hot tub. I don’t know if you’ll go back to normal, but you won’t change anymore.”

Luan turned to Brad. “We should get back home and tell my mom. Then we can track down Shen and my dad.”

“Shen is inside Club Karma with your dad. I saw them dancing with a couple guidettes less than thirty minutes ago.”

“Can you tell them to come out here?”

“Come in and tell them yourselves.” Lynn dropped her cigarette to the boardwalk and crushed it out with her stiletto.”

“We’re both under twenty-one,” Brad said.

“Let me take care of that.”

Lynn led them to the front door of Club Karma. When the bouncer asked for ID Lynn whispered in his ear and rubbed his crotch. The bouncer waved Luan and Brad inside while Lynn rubbed her body against his.

House music hammered in their chests and made their ears hurt as the couple wound their way through the dark club. The smell of perfume, sweat and booze cloyed at their noses. Colorful lights rotated on the ceiling, nearly hypnotizing Luan. She clung to Brad’s arm, fearing that if they separated she’d never find him or the exit again. Nearly a hundred people bounced up and down on the dance floor and nearly as many crowded around a bar.

“Do you want something to drink?” Brad asked.

“What?” Luan yelled.

Brad pointed at the bar and then made a drinking motion with one hand. Luan nodded and then let Brad lead her to the bar where they were ignored by the bartender for the next several minutes. While they were waiting Shen appeared. Luan smelled cigarette smoke on him when he hugged her.

“What are you doing here?” Shen yelled.

“Looking for you and Dad. I need to tell you something important,” Luan yelled into Shen’s ear. She turned to the bar. “What the fuck do you have to do to get served around here?”

Shen slapped the bar, getting the attention of the bartender. He held up two fingers. “Two Jager Bombs.” He turned back to Luan. “Dad is fist pumping on the dance floor. I’m going to dance while you two drink. I’ll be back with Dad in ten minutes.” Shen headed out onto the dance floor, fist pumping the entire way.

Luan watched her brother and father dance with a couple tanned beauties while waiting for their drinks. Five minutes later the drinks finally appeared. As Brad paid for the drinks a tanned, heavily muscled man approached Luan.

“Damn, you’re lookin’ sweet, baby.” He held out a drink toward her. “My name’s Donnie, but you can call me ‘The Deuce’. I noticed you didn’t have no drink. Have this one and then dance with me.”

“I’m with someone,” Luan said, not accepting the drink.

“She’s with me in fact,” Brad said as he stepped in between Luan and Donnie. The guido had him by a couple inches.

“Beat it pal, before I beat you.”

“Leave us alone, please,” Luan said.

“You’re the one who’s going to get the beating if you don’t get out of my face,” Brad yelled as he shoved Donnie.

Luan stood transfixed, wanting to be horrified that people were about to fight again, but finding it secretly thrilling. A girl had to be pretty hot looking to have guys fighting over her. Brad swung a fist at Donnie, caught him in the shoulder and then doubled over when Donnie slammed him in the stomach. Donnie chuckled at Brad’s bent over form and then readied a fist to finish Brad off. The guido’s head snapped to the side as Shen blindsided him.

“One shot, bitch!” Shen yelled at Donnie’s prone form. “One shot!”

“Let’s see you do that again when someone is ready for you.” A pair of guidos challenged Shen, probably friends of the unconscious man.

“You will need to go through me first,” Kang said. “You will regret threatening my children.” He leapt into the air, kicked one tanned Italian and then the other with the same foot. He landed, nailed the speaker with an open palm and then elbowed his buddy. They collapsed on the floor next to their friend.

“We need to get out of here before the cops come, Special K,” Shen said.

“I told you not to call me that,” Kang said. “But you are correct. We need to get out of here.”

The four of them fled out the side door. Luan gave Brad a kiss goodnight and then followed her brother and father down the boardwalk toward the house.

“Why did you call Dad ‘Special K’,” Luan asked her brother.

“Cause he’s dumb as fuck now.” Brad pulled a pack of cigarette from his pocket. “Want one?”

“No,” Luan said as she watched her brother take a drag off his cigarette. “When did you start smoking?”

“Tonight. Dad started too. They taste pretty good. You should try one.”

“We need to get home, fast.”

As they neared the house they noticed that the Ford Explorer was missing. Luan removed her phone from her purse and called her mother. There was no answer. While leaving a message she heard the sound of high heels clicking on payment from behind. It sounded like a couple people were scurrying toward them. She turned to see Gia and Adriana mincing their way toward the house.

“You guys are so dead tomorrow. We know where you live and Gino and Joey are going to fuck you up.”

“We don’t want any trouble,” Luan said.

“Yeah we do,” Kang said.

Gia stormed up to Kang, her face inches from his. “They got arrested because of you. They’re getting out of jail on Friday and they’re going to kick all your asses.”

“If they come here, they’ll regret it,” Shen said.

A warm fluttery feeling spread through Luan’s torso as she watched her brother talk tough. “We didn’t mean for anyone to get arrested, but they’ll pray for the police to come and save them if they try to fuck with my brother.” Luan said. “He’s not called ‘One Shot’ for nothing.”

Luan told her father and brother about the hot tub and how it had been changing them. They all agreed that that they’d never use the cursed object again. Kang assured his children that he’d have it dismantled and removed from the house before the week was out.

***
Ting-lan stared out onto Temptations’ dance floor, at the throng of young, beautiful men and women bumping and grinding to the music’s pulse pounding beat. She’d tried to stay home and wait for Luan’s return, but when a commercial advertising the night club interrupted “Real Housewives of New Jersey”, her resolve crumbled and before she knew it she was climbing into the Ford Explorer and then driving across town. She wanted to dance, desperately. She wanted to dance with one of the hot, young studs, his hands roaming over her body as she twisted and twirled before him.

At the same time she yelled at herself to leave, to go home to her husband and children. Yet, she stayed, captivated by swirling lights as they reflected off the sparking jewelry and shimmering dresses of the young women dancing with the tall, muscular young men. She envied the attention the girls drew from the men, hating them for their youth and beauty and herself for craving the attention of a group of boys barely out of their teens.

Despite her self-loathing she studied the ladies, their makeup, tight dresses, flashy jewelry, designer shoes, the way they danced, they way they touched the guys when laughing at their jokes. Ting-lan looked down at her drab dress. It covered her legs to the shin and her chest to the neck. It had been her favorite dress until she’d entered the club. Now she wanted to burn it. And her ugly shoes. If she had a shiny dress and a pair of tall stilettos, one of the guidos on the dance floor might pay her some attention.

“Would you like to dance?”

Ting-lan turned to the voice. A man in his early twenties, wearing a blue, silk dress shirt and expensive slacks flashed a friendly smile at her. He had Italian facial features, large diamond studs in his ears, and the best tan money could buy. Ting-lan looked around to see if he was talking to someone else.

“I’m talkin’ to you, beautiful.” He held out his hand. “I’m Alberto Fantone, but my friends call me Alpha Dog.”

“I’m Ting-lan. I do not know how to dance to this type of music.”

“Just let your body move. There’s no right or wrong way. If you’re still unsure, just look around and do what the other ladies are doing.”

Ting-lan let Alberto lead her onto the crowded dance floor. She was hesitant at first and mostly swayed in place, not moving her feet. Alberto raised a fist into the air and pumped out a beat as he rocked his hips back and forth. Ting-lan looked to the other ladies on the dance floor, facing their partner, mashing their enhanced chests onto the man’s body or facing away, bent over, rubbing their posteriors against their date’s crotch.

“You know, you’re pretty hot for an older chick,” Alberto said.

“You think I’m pretty?” Ting-lan felt her face flush.

“Yeah, I’ve always had a thing for chinks and milfs.”

“What’s a milf?”

“One hot mama that I’d like to fuck.”

Ting-lan slid her hands over Alberto’s biceps and then pulled his arms around her waist. “You think I’m a hot mama, Alpha Dog?”

“Yeah, you’re hot, a chinks, and a mama. Just my type.”

Ting-lan turned around, bent over and grinded her ass against Alpha Dog’s growing bulge. He grabbed her hips and kept her there.

After several dances Alberto led Ting-lan off the dance floor and bought her a whiskey sour to quench her thirst. He held her close to his body as they drank, his hand roaming from her waist to her breasts and back again.

“Let’s get out of here, Mama Chinks.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Alpha Dog. I’m a married woman.”

“Don’t give me that married woman bullshit,” Alberto said with a snarl. “You want to fuck just as much as I do. I can smell it on you.”

“I’m not denying that I want to fuck. I’m not ready to cheat on my husband.”

“Then why did you come here? Why were you grinding up against me for the last half hour? You some fucking tease?”

“I’m not a tease!” Ting-lan grabbed Alberto’s groin. “I’ll give you a blow job, but I’m not having sex.”

“Fine with me,” Alberto said with a smile. “Follow me. I know someone who works here and you can suck me off in the office.”

“First, let’s drink some more,” Ting-lan said. “No offense, but I need to be drunk to do this.”

“You do what you gotta do. I don’t care if you need to sacrifice a chicken before you suck me, just as long as I nut.”

After several rounds of shots, Ting-lan felt ready to fellatiate Alberto. Once in the back room he dropped his pants and sat on an office chair. Ting-lan knelt and then sucked his cock like it had been bitten by a cobra and she was trying to save his life, all the while cursing herself. She cursed herself for being weak, for betraying her husband, for sucking a different man’s cock for the second time on the same night. She cursed herself for being too resolute. If she was going to cheat, she might as well go all the way. Now Alpha Dog was going to get off and all she was going to get was a mouth full of cum. She’d go home horny and unsatisfied to the arms of her husband. She hoped she could still be satisfied by someone over thirty. She hoped that she didn’t recoil when Kang tried to put his old man hands on her.

“I’m getting close, baby.”

Ting-lan pulled her mouth off Alberto’s cock for a moment. “Cum for me. Cum for Mama Chinks.” She stroked Alberto’s erection with her hand and then licked its length before swallowing him until he hit the back of her throat. When Alpha Dog’s cock swelled in her mouth, she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth, letting his cum strike her tongue briefly before swallowing, savoring his salty goodness before it filled her belly.

***
Luan was back in Club Karma, on the dance floor grinding away to the music. She caught her reflection in one of the mirrored walls and barely recognized herself. Her skin was several shades darker and had a distinct orange tint. She wore heavy makeup and a tiny dress that exposed most of her enormous breasts and barely contained her rounded ass. Her neck, ears, fingers and wrists were buried under gaudy jewelry. Between the pouf in her hair and the platform heels she stood nearly six feet, almost as tall as the heavily muscled man she was grinding against. She reached back, grabbed his hands and placed them on her enormous chest. As he squeezed her tits she ran her long, pink fingernails up his bulging forearms.

After the dance she kissed the guy, pulled a cigarette from her purse and went in search of her date. Several tanned guidos sprang at her with lighters, eager to be the one lucky enough to light her cigarette. She took a long, satisfying drag and then spotted Brad and Donnie at the bar, both carrying a drink toward her. As she accepted the drink from Donnie with one hand, she cupped his crotch with the other.

“Thanks for the drink, baby,” she cooed into Donnie’s ear and then kissed him.

“Hey, get away from my date,” Brad said.

“Get the fuck out of here, Brad. I only date guidos,” Luan said.

“This isn’t you, Luan,” Brad said. “You’re a nice, sweet girl. You’re going to go to Julliard and become a concert pianist.”

“Fuck you! I’m a guidette. I’ll always be a guidette,” Luan shrieked. “Beat the fuck out of him, Donnie.”

Donnie slammed his fist into Brad’s face while Luan laughed. He swung again and began to change. With every blow Donnie slowly transformed, looking more and more like Shen. By time the fight was over Donnie was gone and Shen stood over an unconscious Brad.

“You’re my hero, One Shot,” Luan cooed as Shen took her into his massive arms.

As Shen’s lips touched hers Luan woke up.

Luan sat up in bed and shivered, the feelings her dream had roused still vibrant and alive. She’d felt so sexy, so alluring, so powerful, making men hard, making them fight. Yet, she didn’t want to become a guidette, she wanted to become a concert pianist. She still could. As long as she stayed away from the hot tub, she could still realize her dream. Of course, if she spent a little more time in the hot tub, being a guidette would become her dream. A little more time in its warm embrace and she’d have the tits that drove men wild. Sure, she’d be a vapid, fashion obsessed, slut, but she’d love every minute of it. She’d be happy as a guidette, she knew that, so what was the problem? All she had to do was go upstairs, soak the night away and in the morning she’d live happily ever after as a buxom guidette.

After a half hour of internal turmoil she got up and made her way to Shen’s room. He woke up as she crawled into bed with him.

“Are you all right, Luan?” Shen asked groggily.

“I had a bad dream. I need to be held.”

Shen pulled Luan’s body against his with a strong arm. The fluttery feeling returned to Luan’s belly. She tried to ignore it and the warm, damp feeling between her legs as she snuggled up against her brother, her head resting in the crook of his arm. She no longer wanted to go to the hot tub. She wanted to stay in her brother’s arms forever. Luan wanted to feel guilty about how much her brother’s warm body and his masculine scent turned her on, but at least she wasn’t turning herself into a guidette.

Something told her that she’d never be able to sleep alone again. Her bed partner may not need to be Shen, but he’d need to be well muscled and smell as good as her brother. She drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on her face.

***
Luan woke in the morning, spooning with her brother, his morning wood poking her back side. Despite her better judgment she pushed her hips backwards and grinded herself against Shen’s iron cock. Shen kissed her neck and groped her tits. He grabbed her chin, turning her head toward his. As his lips neared hers, Luan opened her mouth to accept her brother’s tongue. Shen’s eye popped open and he jumped out of bed.

“Holy shit! I’m sorry, Luan. I thought you were someone else. I forgot that you got in bed with me last night.”

“It’s okay, Shen. I thought you were someone else, too,” Luan lied. “Nothing really happened so it’s no big deal. It can be our little secret.”

After breakfast that morning the family gathered in the living room. While Luan played the piano and Shen played a game on his phone, their parents sat in front of the television, Kang watching wrestling, Ting-lan reading her economics journal. Luan struggled with the Liszt piece she’d played almost to perfection two days prior. She switched over to one of Haydn’s easier piano sonatas and struggled with it as well. It didn’t help that she expected her mother to snap at her for her atrocious playing at any moment. In the end it troubled Luan even more when she didn’t.

“What’s this word, Shen?” Ting-lan asked as she shoved the journal into her son’s face.

Shen looked up and said, “Optimum.”

“Why don’t you ask me?” Kang said. “I know stuff, too.”

“I wasn’t sure you could still read, Special K.”

“Don’t call me Special K. I’m not dumb”

“That’s not how I mean it, baby. Your special to me and your first name starts with K.”

“Oh. I get it. That makes sense when you put it that way.”

“That one’s a hottie,” Ting-lan said as she glanced at the television. “I wouldn’t mind wrapping my legs around him.”

“Hey, don’t talk about other men like that!” Kang said.

“Oh, don’t be that way, sweetie,” Ting-lan said as she ran her hands over Kang’s bare pecs. “You know you’re the only man for me. You can’t blame a girl for looking though.”

“We’ll need to leave soon, Luan. We don’t want to be late picking up Cathy,” Shen said.

“Are we going to do Tai Chi before we go?”

“Fuck no,” Kang said. “That exercise is so lame. Me and Shen are pumping weights from now on. You like it when I pump weights, don’t you, Ting-lan?”

“I told you to call me Mama Chinks!” Ting-lan jumped off Kang’s lap, banging the coffee table and spilling their drinks. “You never do what I want.” She ran into the master bedroom.

By the time Luan and Shen were showered and ready to go their parents were back on the couch, being lovey-dovey again. Kang had his meeting with the board at eleven that day and Ting-lan wanted to do some shopping so Shen drove Luan to the Newark Liberty airport to pick up her best friend. Cathy had been in Europe with her parents and had flown home a week early just for Luan’s birthday. While Luan had a driver’s license, she wasn’t very comfortable driving on freeways yet.

Shen smoked a couple cigarettes on the way to the airport and Luan found that she didn’t mind the smell. She also thought it made her brother look like a “bad boy”.

Cathy was surprised at Luan’s improved bust line and wardrobe. It had been several months since they’d seen each other. Luan blamed her boob growth on it being “that time of the month”. Cathy said that she’d been gyped by her periods; all she ever got were headaches and killer cramps. Luan’s friend was a tall, slender blonde. They’d met in middle school at Saint Vincent Preparatory School for Girls and had been best friends ever since.

On the return trip to the house they got caught in a traffic jam a few miles from the house. When it reached 1pm, the time she was supposed to meet Brad at the house, Luan finally thought to call him. There was no answer. Ten minutes later the traffic cleared up and she got home fifteen minutes late for her date.

Shen helped Cathy with her bags while Luan ran into the house to see if Brad was there. She found her father in the living room, dressed only in his swimsuit. He was watching wrestling and drinking a Budweiser. There was no sign of Brad or her mother.

“Dad, did Brad stop by?” Luan asked.

“Uh-huh,” Kang said without looking away from the television.

“When did he leave?”

Kang shrugged.

“Where’s Mom?” Getting information from her father had always been hard, even when he used to be smart.

“She likes to be called Mama Chinks now and she’s in the bedroom.”

“How did the meeting go?” Luan asked as she walked toward the hall and dialed Brad’s number again.

“Oh, fuck! I forgot all about it.”

Luan shook her head and then stopped in her tracks. A phone was ringing. Luan recognized the ring tone. It was Brad’s phone and it was coming from her parent’s bedroom. The sounds of sex coming from her parent’s bedroom prepared Luan for the sight when she threw the door open.

“What the fuck?”

Brad jumped out of the bed, his erection glistening from Ting-lan’s juices. “I know this looks bad, but I can explain.”

“Get away from me, you sick asshole!” Luan said when Brad tried to touch her. “Mama, how could you?”

“I’m sorry, angel. I tried to fight it, really I did. But he’s cute and I was so horny.”

As Brad scrambled to get dressed, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hall.

“What is going on in here?” Kang demanded from behind Luan. “You were fucking this boy? How could you do this to me, Mama Chinks?”

“I’m sorry, baby. You know that it’s you I love, don’t you?” Ting-lan said. “Come here and let me make it up to you.”

“Right after I beat the shit out of this punk,” Kang said as he advanced on Brad.

“Yeah, pound his face in, baby,” Ting-lan said. “He was a shitty lover.”

“No, don’t hurt him.” Luan moved between Brad and her father, despite wanting nothing more than to see her father beat the crap out of the two-timing asshole.

When Kang circled around Luan, Brad made a break for the door and ran from the room.

“I hate you, Mama Chinks!” Luan stormed out of the room and into the kitchen.

Cathy stood with her mouth hanging open, staring at the front door, her suitcase still in her hand. “A half dressed guy just ran out the door.”

“Yeah, come with me and I’ll show you your room,” Luan said. “You’re probably tired from your trip. I need to take care of something. Why don’t you rest and I’ll see you in an hour or two.”

“That sounds fine,” Cathy said as she followed Luan to her room. “So, who was the guy?”

“Just one of the local assholes.”

Once Cathy was settled in her room, Luan changed into her bikini and headed to the hot tub. Neither of her parents had emerged from the bedroom yet. She didn’t hear any sounds coming from the bedroom which disappointed Luan. She wanted her father to really let her mother have it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shen asked when Luan walked onto the deck. He’d been looking out at the ocean, smoking a cigarette when she emerged from the house.

“I’m going to use the hot tub. Got a problem with that?”

“You know what it will do to you. Do you really want to become a guidette?”

Luan cupped her breasts and said, “Tell me that you wouldn’t love to see me as a guidette.”

Shen gulped as he watched his sister run her hands down her body, his cock swelling in his shorts. “It’s your life.” He turned and exited the deck.

As Luan slid into the hot tub, she noticed several damp towels lying on a lawn chair. An empty bottle of Jagermeister, five empty Budweisers, and an ashtray with four spent butts, one of which was stained with lipstick, sat on the bench.

Luan didn’t care that by sitting in the hot tub she’d piss away her chance to be a concert pianist. She didn’t care that she’d turn into a vapid guidette. She’d done everything her parents had ever asked of her, spending hours every day studying and practicing the piano while her classmates went to parties and had boyfriends. What was her reward? Her mother fucks her first ever boyfriend. She was going to become the type of woman who got any man she wanted.

Luan laid her head back, closed her eyes and let the hot tub do its magic.

When Luan opened her eyes again she wasn’t alone. Shen and Cathy were in the hot tub, laughing and sitting next to each other. Luan sat up, a biting pain in her shoulders and around her waist clearing her sleepy brain.

“What are you doing in here?” Luan asked Cathy.

“You didn’t tell me that you were going hot tubing when you abandoned me earlier,” Cathy said with a playful frown.

“You should get out of the water,” Luan said as she stood. “Let’s go to the beach. We can swim in the ocean and then lay out.”

“I just got in and it feels real nice,” Cathy said. “Give me twenty minutes at least.”

“Twenty minutes in the hot tub won’t kill anyone,” Shen said.

Luan pulled at her bikini straps as she dried her body on her way to her bedroom. Her breasts and ass had grown again and the bikini straps were digging into her skin. As she entered her bedroom she decided that once she changed into clothing that fit she’d get Cathy out of the hot tub and then she’d drain the water out. That would stop anyone from using it until it could be removed from the house. Her earlier rage at her mother had diminished and her reservations about becoming a slut had resurfaced.

Sitting on Luan’s bed were several shopping bags and a note. The note said, “Luan, I’m real sorry I fucked Brad. I did some shopping earlier today. You can have it all. Please forgive me. Love, Mama Chinks.” Luan dug through the bags, laying it all out on her bed, tiny dresses, short skirts, patterned stockings, sparkly tops, high heels, glittering jewelry, glossy bikinis, and racy lingerie. In addition there were bags full of hair products, makeup, and nail polish.

Luan stood in front of her bed, staring at her new wardrobe for a couple minutes, telling herself to change into her old clothes, the clothes she’d brought from home, even knowing that she was just delaying the inevitable. There was no way that she could pass up wearing such sexy clothes. But thinking that maybe if she resisted long enough she wouldn’t feel guilty when she walked out of her room dressed like a slut.

One article of clothing called to her more than any of the others, a gold bikini with black rings holding its satin material together. The guys at the beach would eat their hearts out seeing her new boobs squeezed into its shiny material. Once Luan stripped she checked herself out in the mirror; besides the red lines on her shoulders and around her waist, she looked really hot. She had real curves now, curves of a woman. She hefted her breasts and guessed that she was now a D cup.

After donning the gold bikini she found a pair of strappy stilettos that matched the bikini nicely. The shoes had gold straps that climbed her legs and a slender, black heel that complimented the rings in her bikini. Next she pulled out a fist full of black clip-on hair extensions and started applying them to her hair. In less than fifteen minutes her hair had gone from her shoulder blades down to her curvy ass. She added a bunch of makeup and a liberal dose of perfume.

She decided to thank her mom. As she approached the bedroom she heard the sounds of fucking again. This time, she opened the door slowly. It was her dad fucking her mom this time. She marveled at his new physique as she watched them fuck for a few minutes. Her father had one sexy backside.

Luan found that her bitterness and anger had faded away entirely as she walked through the main floor of the Jersey house. It was wrong of her mother to fuck her new boyfriend, but Luan knew that it was the hot tub’s fault. She walked into the living room and stared at her baby grand piano. Did she still want to be a concert pianist? Luan looked down at her new cleavage and at the stilts on her feet. She looked good and felt good. She still wanted her old life though.

Luan sat at the piano and did a couple warm up exercises. She struggled to remember the piano pieces she’d once known by heart. As she worked through Beethoven’s minuet in D it started getting easier. Initially she played like a second year student, but after playing the piece a couple times her old skill emerged. Luan smiled. Perhaps it wasn’t too late. She could still be a concert pianist, a busty, fasionista pianist. She ran upstairs to get her best friend out of the water before she changed too much.

Shen and Cathy were sitting much closer when Luan stepped out on the deck. Cathy had her back up against Shen’s chest as he gave her a neck massage, his head next to her ear, whispering something that caused her to giggle and blush.

Luan’s vision narrowed as she kicked off her heels and climbed into the hot tub. She grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the bench.

“Do you have a light, Shen?” Luan asked.

Shen stopped his massage and picked up the lighter sitting on the bench next to the cigarettes. “When did you start smoking?”

Luan cupped Shen’s hand as he lit her cigarette. “You made it look so sexy; I just have to try it.” Luan exhaled at her brother. “You know, my big boobs are so heavy that they’re hurting my back. Can you give me a massage?”

Luan let out a moan as her brother started kneading her back. Cathy crossed her arms, looking like a child who’d had her favorite toy taken away.

“You know, Luan, you’re reminding me of a bad photograph, overdeveloped and overexposed,” Cathy said.

“Stay in the hot tub for awhile and you’ll get a pair of your own,” Luan said as she laid her head on the side of the hot tub and took a relaxing drag on her cigarette. “Fuck the piano” she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and enjoyed her brother’s magical touch. This was the life, not slaving away every day, chasing a stupid dream.

“Well, I’ll let you two have some time alone,” Cathy said as she started to get out of the hot tub.

“No, stay! My back is feeling better already.” Luan sat up and crushed out her cigarette. She was going to need a fellow guidette to shop and tan with, who better than her best friend. “I’ll pour us some drinks. Shen, why don’t you tell Cathy how you got your nickname, ‘One Shot’?”

Luan exited the hot tub and went in search of alcohol. When she returned a couple minutes later with a bottle of vodka and cranberry juice, Shen and Cathy were cuddling again.

“Listen, I’m going to go down to the beach. Why don’t you meet me there after you’ve soaked for a while? I’ll be near the weight lifters,” Luan said as she poured a couple drinks. When she handed Shen his drink she whispered into his ear, “Keep her in the hot tub until she’s a real party girl.”

Luan grabbed her shoes and headed downstairs. She filled a beach bag with a large towel, baby oil, cigarettes and a couple beers. She donned her oversized sunglasses and headed to the beach.

The beach was crowded as usual, but being alone made it easy for Luan to find an empty spot near the free weights. Once she had her blanket spread on the beach she popped open a beer, lit a cigarette, and scanned the weight lifters for a likely partner. She enlisted a beefy, tanned guy named Jace to spread oil on her back. Once she was nice and slippery they started making out.

A couple hours later, after Jace went back to lifting weights, Luan was joined by Cathy and Shen. Luan’s brother was rivaling Jace in the muscle department, looking like he’d gained twenty lean pounds since she’d last seen him. He carried a gallon beverage cooler. Cathy’s figure had improved and she had black streaks in her blonde hair. She’d changed into a bikini and was smoking a cigarette.

Shen looked over at the free weights as he set the beverage cooler next to Luan. “We need to stay away from the house for awhile.”

“How long,” Luan asked as she extinguished her cigarette in the sand.

“I don’t know, a couple hours at least. Mama Chinks will call us when she’s ready for us. I’m going to let you ladies get reacquainted while I get my pump on.”

“Oh my god. I love that fucking hot tub and I love your brother’s cock,” Cathy said as she lay down next to Luan. “He’s got on hell of a salami between his legs.” She pointed at the beverage cooler. “That is filled with a watermelon-tequila cocktail. I thought we might get thirsty scoping out all the fresh guidos on the beach.”

***
While the girls scoped out the talent on the beach, Ting-lan lay in the hot tub, cigarette dangling from her lips, holding a Jack and Coke in her left hand while fondling her tits with her right. They were bigger, that was certain. She guessed that she’d gained a cup size at least and her ass was fuller as well. While her waist was still on the thick side, with a bigger top and bottom she now had a classic full figure hour glass shape, like Jane Mansfield or Mae West. With the right dress and a tall pair of heels, she’d be the one getting all the attention at Temptations. Those hot young guidos would drop their skinny bitches and run to her once they got a load of her sexy curves.

“Look who’s here, Ting-lan,” Kang said from the sliding glass door that led into the house.

Six fellow Chinese Americans stepped out onto the deck after Kang. Ting-lan recognized them instantly. It was her brother’s family along with Kang’s older sister and her family. They reminded Ting-lan of how she, Kang, Shen and Luan had looked when they’d first arrived on the Jersey shore three days ago. Ting-lan released her tit, crushed out her cigarette and hopped out of the hot tub.

“Oh my god, I’m so happy to see you guys,” Ting-lan squealed as she skipped over to her relatives, water dripping from her body, breasts flopping on her chest, threatening to pop out of her bikini top. Ting-lan hugged her brother, Lok, leaving large wet patches on his polo shirt where her boobs had smashed against him.

“Ting-lan, you could have dried yourself before hugging me.”

“Don’t be so fussy. You’re at the ocean; you’re bound to get wet. Besides, your clothes will dry quickly in this weather; could you ask for a more beautiful day?” Ting-lan twirled and then hugged her sister-in-law, Diayu.

“Is that a new swimsuit?” Diayu asked as Ting-lan hugged her daughter, Niu. “It looks like the kind of thing you see on a younger, skinnier woman.”

“I know, isn’t it darling?” Ting-lan abandoned Niu and hugged her nephew Bao. Ting-lan held the hug much longer than she had with the other family members, enjoying the feeling of his youthful body against hers. When she finally released the hug, she slipped her arm through his. “We’ve decided to throw Luan a surprise party. We’re all going to get in the hot tub and yell surprise when she walks through the door.”

“I did not bring swimwear,” Zhin said with a look of scorn. She was older than Kang by nearly a decade and her face showed it.

“You didn’t bring a bathing suit to the beach?” Ting-lan said with a derisive chuckle. “No worries, you can wear your underwear. When the hot tub jets are going you can’t see under the water.”

“We’re not bathing in our underwear, you silly woman,” Zhin said. “Besides, Luan’s birthday was last week and she knows that we were coming. It won’t be much of a surprise.”

“She told me just yesterday that she wanted to have a hot tub party. You know her, she asks for so little. It would mean so much to her to see her family in the hot tub when she walks through the door.”

“Well, since it is for Luan,” Zhin said, her face softening.

Ting-lan smiled. With Zhin on her side, the others would follow. “Kang will show you your rooms downstairs. Get changed and come back upstairs quickly. We need to be in the hot tub before Luan gets home.”

The family turned and headed into the house. Ting-lan held onto Bao’s arm, not letting him follow his family.

“I need you to stay up here with me; I need the help of a strong young man.”

“What do you need, Aunt Ting-Ling?”

“Call me Mama Chinks. Get undressed and climb into the hot tub with me and I’ll show you.”

When the others returned twenty minutes later Ting-lan finally stopped fawning over her nephew’s body. She couldn’t wait to see what the hot tub did to him and the others. Bao was in fairly decent shape, not guido shape, but much nicer than his father. Both Lok and Yuan were the palest, skinniest Chinese men Ting-lan had ever known. Their bodies look liked they hadn’t seen the sun in years and the heaviest thing they’d lifted was a pencil.

Despite turning twenty earlier in the year, Niu still had the body of a girl in her mid-teens, small A cups for breasts, a waist smaller than Kang’s thigh, and tiny hips. It was easy to tell which of the two women her mother was. Diayu looked like a poster woman for anorexia whereas Zhin had a thick, matronly body.

The ladies let their towels drop, exposing their plain, cotton bra and panties. The bras looked designed for support, something neither Diayu nor Niu needed, but Zhin required in abundance.

“Who wants a drink?” Ting-lan said as the others entered the hot tub.

“When is Luan arriving?” Zhin said.

“Anytime now. Just relax and enjoy yourselves, she’ll be here before you know it,” Ting-lan said as she poured Jack Daniels into her nephew’s glass.

***
Cathy and Luan hung out on the beach, talking, smoking and drinking, waiting for the call from Mama Chinks so they could return to the hot tub. After a couple hours the call finally came. They looked for Shen, but couldn’t find him so they returned to the house on their own.

The girls heard the party before they entered the house. The heavy thump of house music reverberated through the walls as they ascended the steps to the deck. When they stepped through the sliding glass doors, fifteen people shouted “Surprise”.

Ting-lan wore a bikini almost as tiny as Luan’s. While she lacked Luan’s youthful skin and tiny waist, her matronly curves had caught the eye of most of the males. Kang danced with his wife and his swimsuit did little to hide his excitement over her improved figure. Lynn Masterson danced inside a circle of tanned, muscular, young men. The hot tub was packed with Luan’s aunts, uncles and cousins. Everyone had a drink and was fist pumping to the music.

Ting-lan hurried over to Luan. “Happy birthday, angel. I hope you’ve forgiven me.”

“Yeah, I’m over all that, Mama Chinks,” Luan said as she pulled a couple cigarettes from her purse, handing one to her mom and keeping the other for herself. “Thanks for the clothes and shoes. They’re fucking hot.”

“I got another present for you, but it’s for latter after everyone is too busy to notice us slip away for a little while.”

Luan danced her way over to the hot tub and said hello to her extended family. While Cathy had met most of them, it had been a few years.

“Cathy, this is Uncle Lok, Aunt Diayu and my cousin Niu. Uncle Lok is Mama Chinks’s brother.”

Lok finished lighting his daughter’s first cigarette and then held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Cathy.”

Both Lok and Niu had gained weight since Luan had seen them last month. For Lok it was in his chest and arms, both of which bulged with muscles. For Niu it was in her breasts and ass; her bra looked like it was made for a much smaller woman. Niu finished taking a long drag on her cigarette, looking like she’d been smoking for years, and then waved a greeting as she let out a thick cloud of smoke into the warm night air.

“And this is Aunt Zhin, Uncle Yuan and my cousin Bao. Aunt Zhin is Special K’s sister.”

Like Lok, both Bao and Yuan now had muscular bodies. Diayu and Zhin both wore bras as bikini tops and looked like they too would need to do some lingerie shopping in the immediate future. Zhin’s matronly figure had been exaggerated even fuller. Diayu too had gained curves in the right places, no longer looking like a starvation victim, but more like a classy stripper.

Bao stopped massaging his mother’s shoulders and swam over to Cathy. “It’s very nice to meet you, Cathy. I didn’t know Luan had such a hot friend.”

Before Cathy could reply the music cut out. A chorus of “boo” erupted.

“Everyone, I want to make a brief announcement,” Kang said. He had his arm wrapped around Ting-lan’s waist and an erection visible in his Speedo. “We’re going to sing ‘Happy Birthday’, followed by Luan opening her presents, followed by the best fucking party this town has ever seen!”

Every one cheered and then started singing “Happy Birthday” to a very embarrassed Luan. Besides the present Lynn Masterson gave her, a tank top with the words “I’m the sweetest bitch that you’ll ever meet”, the presents from her family were ones that she would have loved a week ago, things like sheet music and a leather bound copy of “The House of Mirth”. Once the presents were out of the way the DJ started up the music everyone started dancing.

After twenty minutes Ting-lan took Luan aside. “It’s time for your real present, angel.” Ting-lan led Luan to the master bedroom.

Ting-lan opened the door, sitting on the bed were a couple of the guys who’d been dancing with Lynn Masterson earlier in the evening. Both were tall, tanned and had muscles bursting out of their Ed Hardy t-shirts.

“Hello gorgeous,” one of the guidos said as he stood. He reminded Luan of her brother; give him slanted eyes and a flatter nose and the two could be twins.

Luan pulled her mother into the hall and closed the door. “What the fuck is this, Mama?”

“It’s your birthday present. Aren’t they yummy?”

“Why are there two of them?”

“One’s for me, angel. You can’t have them both to yourself.”

“This is so fucked up,” Luan said and then opened the bedroom door.

Luan walked up to the guido who reminded her of Shen. “I’m Luan.”

“I’m Alberto, but you can call me Alpha Dog. This is my friend, Stefano,” Alberto said as he held out his hand.

Luan brushed the hand aside and kissed Alberto.

“Damn, she is ready to go!” Stefano hooted.

“Damn, Mama Chinks!” Alberto said when Luan finally broke the kiss. “You said your daughter was hot, but you skipped the best part, her amazing rack.”

“Should we go into separate rooms?” Luan asked as Alberto pulled her panties down.

“I want to be here for your first time, angel” Ting-lan said as she unzipped Stefano’s slacks. “It is your first time, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s my first.”

Alberto stopped pulling off his pants long enough to give his buddy a high five. A couple minutes later the ladies lay on the bed next to each other, their legs spread wide, as their men prepared to mount them.

“It’s going to hurt a little since it’s you first time.” Ting-lan said and then shrieked when Stefano crammed his large cock into her. “Sometimes it hurts even when it isn’t your first time.”

Luan squealed when the head of Alberto’s cock parted the inner lips of her pussy.

Ting-lan grabbed her daughter’s hand. “Oh, I’m so happy I get to be here with you. This is such a special time.”

Luan squeezed her mother’s hand tightly against the pain as Alberto pushed in deeper. “It fucking hurts, Mama Chinks.”

Ting-lan wiped a tear off her daughter’s cheek and then leaned over and kissed her forehead. “The pain only lasts for a little while. You’ll get used to it and then you’ll love it. Soon, you’ll be just as addicted to cock as I am.”

Luan’s mother was correct. Within a few minutes the pain gave way to pleasure and she was writhing beneath her first lover. She enjoyed it so much that she soon lost track of time, as did her mother. Ting-lan had meant to return to the party before their absence became an issue. By the time Kang noticed their absence and thought to look in the master bedroom, both Luan and Ting-lan were on their hands and knees, the Guidos plowing into them from behind, enjoying watching the mother and daughter share the occasional, tender kiss.

“Mama Chinks, you promised you wouldn’t cheat again,” Kang said when he entered the room.

“I’m sorry, baby. I fucked up again. You know that’s it you I really love, right baby?”

“You’re impossible!” Kang stormed out of the room.

“Don’t fucking stop!” Ting-lan said when Stefano started to pull out.

“But your husband,” Stefano said.

“Now that I got my hand caught in the cookie jar I may as well enjoy the cookie. I’ll go apologize to Special K once we both get off.”

“Would you two shut the fuck up?” Luan snapped as she bucked her hips against Alberto’s powerful thrusts. “You’re spoiling the mood.”

Luan spent the rest of the night up on the deck, dancing with Alberto or soaking in the hot tub. Other than gaining another cup size and her skin taking on a dark orangish tint, her body didn’t seem to change much more. At some point someone started handing out colorful pills with “XTC” stamped on them. Luan accepted a couple and the party went into full swing.

***
Luan woke up, alone, naked and to the sound of some asshole shouting, “It’s wake the whole house time.” She found a pair of sweats and then struggled to get them on, her bubble butt making it hard to pull the pants up over her hips and the volleyballs on her chest refusing to squeeze into the top. As she fought her clothes she tried to remember the previous night. She remembered the surprise party and then fucking Alberto next to her mother. She remembered staying in the hot tub until her skin turned a dark orange and dancing herself dizzy. She remembered taking the ecstasy and feeling more amazing then she’d ever felt before. The rest was blank.

Her body ached from her neck down, the back because of the boobs, the stomach and legs from all the twerking, her feet and ankles from all the dancing in heels, her pussy from all the fucking. Her asshole ached too, but she couldn’t remember why, making her think that she’d lost her anal virginity sometime after she’d done the drugs. It bothered her more that she didn’t know who’d had the honor than that the deed had been done. It could have been anyone. Once she’d taken the pills she gotten so horny she would’ve fucked a donkey.

Raised voices came from the direction of the kitchen. Luan abandoned the sweat shirt and grabbed the tank top Lynn had given her as a present. It showed a lot of side boob, but she didn’t care at the moment. She checked herself in the mirror, her makeup was smeared and her hair extensions were in disarray. The arguing grew in volume. Luan hurried out of her room to investigate.

Apparently Kang wasn’t the only man to be cuckolded by his wife the night before and her aunts and uncles were having it out. Uncle Yuan was yelling at Aunt Zhin while Aunt Daiyu screamed at Uncle Lok. Niu and Boa were cuddling together, drinking orange juice from champagne flutes, and smoking. Niu’s boobs had grown significantly as had Boa’s muscles. They both had deep tans and looked like a proper guido/guidette couple. Luan spied Cathy eating a donut and talking to Shen. Her hair was a midnight black and her skin a deep bronze.

Everyone looked like they’d just woken up. The men had swollen eyes and wore pajama bottoms; the ladies wore the men’s pajama tops. The women’s messy hair and makeup made Luan feel better about her own appearance. After a moment, Luan noticed a pattern about the pajama tops and bottoms. The top Cathy wore matched the bottom Shen wore. Niu and Boa wore a set, as did Aunt Zhin and Uncle Lok.

Luan grabbed a bottle of water, hoping to fix her cotton mouth and pounding headache.

“You don’t want to drink that,” said a guidette Luan didn’t recognize. She wore the pajama top that complimented Uncle Yuan’s bottoms. “You want some hair of the dog. It’s the best thing for a hangover. Have a mimosa.” The guidette filled a glass with vodka and then added a splash of orange juice.

Luan drained the mimosa and instantly felt better. After getting a refill, gabbing a donut and then bumming a cigarette off Niu she joined Shen and Cathy. She was about to ask Cathy if she could remember the tail end of the previous night when Alberto, Ting-lan and Kang entered the room. Ting-lan wore a pajama top that matched Alberto’s bottoms.

“I’m sorry, Special K,” Ting-lan said. “I didn’t mean to fuck Alpha Dog. I couldn’t help myself, he’s just so damn sexy.”

Luan leapt up. “You fucked another one of my boyfriends? How could you, Mama?”

Alberto turned on Luan. “Boyfriend? You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m your boyfriend. We just met, you stupid skank.”

“How dare you talk to my daughter like that,” Ting-lan said. “Kick his ass, Special K.”

“Whose side are you on, bitch?” Alberto said.

“My husband’s of course, you were a good fuck, but I love my husband.”

“Go on, Daddy. Beat the shit out of him,” Luan said.

“I’m out of here,” Alberto said. “Your whole family is fucked in the head.”

“Think you can walk out of here in one piece after disrespecting my family?” Kang said with a snarl.

Kang threw a lightning punch that hit Alberto in the stomach and then leapt, spun in the air and kicked Alberto in the face, sending him flying across the room. The juice head landed on the ground with a window shaking thud. “Get that fuck wad out of my house, Shen.”

“You’re my hero, Special K,” Ting-lan said as she hugged and kissed her husband.

After breakfast, Luan went into the bedroom with Cathy to get ready for the day. She stripped and then posed in front of the mirror, checking out her body. She ran her hands along the sides of her tits, which stuck out from her chest like silicone monsters, despite being real flesh. With her tiny waist and swollen hips and ass she made an hour glass look flat.

After donning her bikini she got to work on her hair. First she spent a few minutes reattaching the hair extensions and then she used a banana clip to create a pouf of hair on the top of her head, giving her a couple more inches of height. She wrapped her purple sarong around her hips, wearing it as a skirt, not wanting to hide her spectacular cleavage.

“You’re looking mighty fine, Tiara,” Cathy said as she slathered makeup on her face. “I wish my tits were that big.” Cathy’s breasts had grown in the last 24 hours, but she looked merely well endowed.

“Tiara? What the fuck you talkin’ about?”

“The guys started callin’ you as T.R last night. You know, as in The Rack, ‘caus of you got enormous tits. Don’t you remember? Anyways, I thought Tiara sounded more feminine.”

Luan cupped her breasts. “The Rack is more accurate. I don’t wear a Tiara.”

“You’re banana clip is kinda like a tiara.”

The girls finished their makeup and then started fighting over accessories. Luan only had twenty gold bracelets and it wasn’t nearly enough for the both of them. After ten minutes of screaming at each other the girls came to an arrangement. Luan told her best friend that the bracelets belonged to her and so Cathy could go fuck herself. Cathy said that Luan was a greedy bitch and could burn in hell before storming out of the house.

When Luan exited the bedroom she found the whole family crowded in the living room, waiting for her.

“Luan, everyone wants to hear you play the piano,” Ting-lan said. “Will you give everyone a treat?”

“You have a lot of nerve asking me for anything after fucking Alpha Dog.”

“I’m sorry, angel. I’ll try real hard not to fuck anymore of your boyfriends.”

Luan sat at the piano and tried to remember how to play Franz Liszt’s “La Campanella”, but it was a blank. She tried to bring up one of Haydn’s piano sonatas, but she couldn’t remember any of them. Then she remembered the sheet music that her aunt given her. She opened the piano seat and retrieved the music. The sheet music made no sense to her. She couldn’t remember if allegro was fast or slow. She knew which symbols were notes and which were rests, but not how they corresponded to the piano. Her face reddened as one and only one piano piece came to mind. Luckily her family seemed to like “Chop Sticks”. She played it three times to cheers from her family.

“Okay, everyone. Let’s all hit the beach,” Ting-lan said.

“I think I need a minute, Mama Chinks,” Luan said.

“Your father, brother and I will wait for you in the other room. I’ll have the rest of the family go on ahead of us.”

Luan lit a cigarette and stared at the keyboard. Her lifelong dream was over. There was no way she could become a concert pianist now. Everything she’d learned over the years was gone from her mind. She wanted to be upset, cry or something, but it didn’t bother her that much. She’d hit the beach in a few minutes and afterwards do some shopping and then party all night. She didn’t know what she was going to do next week when the vacation was over, but she looked good and guys thought she was hot. Fuck tomorrow, The Rack lived for today.

“Mama Chinks, would it bug you and Special K if I sold the piano?” Luan said.

“I thought that you loved the piano.”

“I did, but I don’t see the piano working into my new lifestyle. I want to be a proper guidette and that takes dedication. Plus, I was thinking if I sold it I could get a real Gucci hand bag and not some dumb knock off.”

“I’m so proud of you, angel,” Ting-lan said as she pulled her daughter into a hug.

When they broke the hug a minute later Luan screamed, “Come on people; let’s hit the mother fuckin’ beach! Woo!”

When the Huangs exited their house they ran into a familiar group of people. It was the two couples that had accosted them on the beach their first day at the Jersey shore.

“Are you sure that’s them?” Gino asked Gia. “It don’t look like them.”

“Yeah, it’s them,” Gia said. “Now are you going to fuck them up for getting you thrown in jail or what?”

“Damn, Mulan. You are lookin’ mighty fine,” Joey said. “You was cute before, but you’re lookin’ like a real guidette now.”

“My name ain’t Mulan.” Luan pointed at her tits. “It’s Luan ‘The Rack’ Huang. Get it right, juice head.”

“She ain’t no guidette. She’s Chinese, not Italian,” Gia said.

“We’re Chi-talians,” Kang said.

“Are you back talking me?” Gia snapped.

Kang opened his mouth to reply, but closed it and said nothing.

“That’s what I thought.” Gia looked up at Gino. “So, are you going to fight these fakers or stand here with your thumb up your ass?”

“I don’t think there’s going to be a fight.” Gino’s eyes were glued on Ting-lan. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

“I’m Ting-lan, but my friends call me Mama Chinks.” Ting-lan cocked her hip and gazed at Gino’s muscular torso with half-lidded eyes.

“We were just headed to the beach to work on our tans, want to come along?” Shen asked Adriana.

“Want to come along?” Adriana said in a mocking tone. “You gonna have to do better than that, Romeo.”

Shen strode over to Adriana, wrapped an arm the small of her back and kissed her. She pushed at his chest. After a moment her posture relaxed and she rubbed his rounded pecs. Shen broke the kiss and said, “So, you coming?”

“Not yet, but keep kissing me like that and I will be.” Adriana slid her arm through Shen’s and walked away with him.

Luan’s vision narrowed as she watched her brother depart with the guidette. Grabbing Joey’s hand she said, “I want to go to the beach.” After a couple steps she added, “Do you have a buddy for my friend, Cathy? Her tits are smaller than mine, but she’s real cute.”

Gino threw an arm behind Ting-lan’s legs and another behind her back and scooped her off her feet.

“You’re such a gorilla, you gorgeous beast of a man.” Ting-lan said as Gino carried her toward the beach.

Kang stared at his wife’s departing form, unsure what to do. He figured he should probably beat up Gino for touching his wife, but she had a smile on her face and he did like seeing her happy.

“Well?” Gia said. She had her hands on her hips, glaring at Kang with annoyance.

“Well, what?”

“Are you going to invite me to the fuckin’ beach or are we going to stand here all day?”

“Will you go to the beach with me?”

“Of course I’ll go to the beach. What are you, fucking stupid? What’s your name, anyways?”

“I’m Kang, but people call me Special K.”

“Just fuckin’ great. I get stuck with another fuckin’ retard,” Gia took Kang’s hand as they walked toward the beach. “Well, at least you’re built like a fuckin’ tank. How did you get so shredded so quickly? You were a bean pole last time I seen you.”

“Hot tub.”

“Not much for talkin’, huh? Well, that’s okay. I do enough talkin’ for three people. You just do everything I say and we’ll get along great.”

“Okay.”

Gia smiled. “You just might be a keeper.”

They weren’t at the beach long before the girls wanted to hit the shops and the guys wanted to hit the gym. They still wanted to tan, but figured they could hit a tanning bed later and save a bunch of time. Why lay out on the beach all day when an hour laying on a bed of light could do the same thing, only better. The sun tended to give a brownish tan and lacked that special orange tint.

The ladies spit up once they hit the boardwalk. Gia and Adriana led Zhin, Daiyu and Niu to their favorite clothing store so they could start rebuilding their wardrobes while Cathy, Luan and Ting-lan hit the Shore Store where Luan bought Cathy an armful of bracelets as an apology for her earlier tirade.

Their next stop was at Sunset Beachwear to buy replacement bikinis, each of them having out grown their bathing suits in the last 24 hours. While they shopped, Brad approached Luan.

“I’m really sorry about yesterday, Luan. Can I make it up to you?”

“Look, you’re sweet and all, but I need something different in my life. I want a nice, juiced, hot, tan guy who I can live my life with.”

“If I spend more time in the hot tub I can be the perfect guido for you.”

Luan cocked her head and curled her lip. “You had your chance and you blew it.”

Luan bought a pink, bedazzled bikini that sparkled in the sun. Ting-lan bought a leopard print bikini. Cathy bought a once piece with a v-neck that plunged to her belly button and cutouts on the back and sides.

Next stop was at the salon where all three had extensions added to their nails and lashes. While Cathy and Ting-lan had weaves added to their hair, Luan took a walk, not wanting a weave for herself. She liked her clip-on hair extensions since it allowed her to change her hair length in a few minutes.

She spotted Adrenaline Tattoos and decided that she wanted to get her new nickname tattooed on her body. Then she realized that a tattoo would take forever to heal, so she headed to Hanna Haven instead. After summer was over she’d get the temporary tattoos redone with real ink.

When the threesome met up again, Ting-lan and Cathy’s hair went down to their waists and they had fresh piercings in their belly buttons. Luan showed off her new tattoo, “The Rack” written in a flowery script just above her tits.

“You know, we got to get you a nickname,” Luan told Cathy.

“I know, I feel so left out. What do you think of Cutey Kitty?”

“That’s too long. No guido is going to remember all that,” Luan said. “You need something shorter that ain’t hard to memorize.”

“You could be KitKat, ‘cause your name is Cathy and you’re sweet like candy,” Ting-lan said.

“I fuckin’ love it.”

When the girls made it back to the house there was a crowd of guidos and guidettes in front of the garage. Shen was showing off his new iridescent purple, Nissan GTR. Both of the wing doors were open and Shen was kneeling next to the front tire.

“You think the doors are trick, check this shit out.” Shen flicked the chrome rim, causing it to spin. It caught the sun and reflected off the faces in the crowd like a disco ball.

“Did Special K buy that for you?” Luan asked as she geared up to throw a fit.

“Hell no. I got this with my college fund. I’d rather ride around in this sweet ride than sit around all day in some boring classroom.”

“You seen Joey?” Luan asked.

“Yeah, he’s inside making cocktails.”

Luan went inside and found her new boyfriend in the kitchen using the blender to crush ice. Her aunt Zhin and her cousin Niu stood on either side of him, giggling at something he’d said. Zhin wore a pink, latex dress that hugged her new curves and a pair of matching stilettos. Niu wore a skirt that could double as a handkerchief and a sparkly halter-top that exposed her full breasts and the diamond stud in her navel. It looked to Luan that both ladies had spent some time at the salon based on their long French tipped nails, professionally applied makeup, and the caramel highlights in their long, black hair.

“What the fuck, Joey?” Luan said.

Joey whipped around. “Hey, baby.”

“Don’t you ‘baby’ me. What the fuck is going on in here?”

Niu put a hand on her hip and said, “We was just helping Joey make cocktails for everybody. Chill.”

“Don’t tell me to chill, chink!” Luan said with fury in her eyes.

“Don’t be mad at us,” Zhin said. “Be made at Super Cuts.” She slapped Niu’s hand.

“Oh, it’s on.” Luan ran at her aunt with her new fingernails outstretched, ready to claw out eyes.

Joey grabbed Luan around the waist and carried her, kicking and shrieking, out of the kitchen. “I think someone needs a time out in her bedroom.”

“I’m the only tail Joey’s cock is getting, you slant-eyed skanks!” Luan taunted.

Joey laid Luan on her bed and then stripped his shirt off, revealing his six pack abs. “I hope you’re as much of a fire ball in bed as you were out there.”

Luan unhooked her bikini top, letting her breasts spring free. “I’m gonna rock your world, baby.” She pulled Joey by his waistband until he fell on the bed. She climbed on top of him, fished his cock out of his pants and then sat on it.

“Damn, you’re tight, baby,” Joey said.

“You think that’s tight, check this shit out.” Luan pulled herself off Joey and then got on her hands and knees. “Put it in my ass, then you’ll know tight.”

“Fuck yeah!” Joey got on his knees and slid the tip of his cock into Luan’s ass.

Luan grimaced at the initial pain, but it quickly subsided. She realized that it was probably a good thing she could remember getting fucked in the ass for the first time. It had probably been a painful experience. Luan shoved her hips backward, meeting Joey’s hips as he plunged his entire cock into her asshole.

When Joey and Luan emerged from her room an hour later, the house was empty. He wore an Ed Hardy t-shirt and slacks while she wore a pair of golden heels and a shimmering dress that covered most of her ass as long as she stood at a 90 degree angle.

They found the family and a whole lot of strangers on the deck. The DJ was back, mixing fresh, heart thumping tracks. The hot tub overflowed with taut, tanned bodies. A wild, undulating, mass filled the makeshift dance floor. The women wore sparking tops, tight shorts or microscopic skirts, high heels, flashy jewelry, and tons of makeup. The guys wore t-shirts by Affliction or Ed Hardy, thick gold chains around their necks, and hair that took a half hour to style. A bar had been installed along one wall and was crammed with colorful bottles of alcohol and a bag of white powder.

Joey introduced Luan to cocaine. It was love at first snort.

For the next hour Luan lived on the dance floor, grinding up against anything with a cock. Once her high started to dissipate she’d get another hit of coke and then bounce her way back to the dance floor. Invariably one or both of her tits would pop out of her dress. She’d stuff them back in and get back to grinding. She’d have kept up this pattern, except the coke ran out. Gino had only brought one large baggy and there were a lot of noses at the party.

As she came down from her high Luan looked around for Joey. She finally found him downstairs in Shen’s room double teaming Cathy. He was in back, pounding his cock into her ass while she sucked off Shen. Luan didn’t say a thing. She turned, left the room, only to come back a minute later with a two foot, ornate vase. She smashed it over Cathy’s head.

“What the fuck, Tiara?” Shen said.

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that. I’m The Rack and why were you lettin’ that skank suck on you? She’ll give you a disease or somethin’.”

“She came on to us, baby,” Joey said.

“Baby?” Luan stormed out of the room only to return a moment later with another vase. She threw it at Joey’s head. “I’m sick of you boys. All of you creepin’ around behind my back. You got no commitment. It’s no wonder lesbianism is on the rise in this country.”

“I think we need to get Cathy to the hospital.” Shen pulled up his pants and ran out of the room.

“Serves the bitch right,” Luan said. “So, why don’t you take her to the hospital? You love her so much.”

“I’m too fucked up to drive.” Joey pulled his phone out of his pants. “I’ll call a cab.”

Shen returned a minute later with Kang and Ting-lan, both of whom wobbled slightly, looking like they’d had their share of booze and coke. Ting-lan wore a leopard print dress nearly as skimpy as her daughters. Her rhinestone rabbit bounced in her cleavage and her golden earrings brushed her shoulders. Kang wore a black Speedo and a pair of diamond studs in his ears.

“My vase!” Ting-lan climbed over Cathy to pick up the pieces.

“I’ve had just about enough of your behavior today.” Kang picked Luan up, turned her over, set her on his knee and spanked her. “If you’re going to act like a child then I’ll treat you like one.”
Luan squealed as her father slapped her ass. It stung and sent jolts through her body. She squirmed, grinding against her father’s thigh. When he finished they were both flushed. Kang set her on her feet and then covered his crotch with his hands. Luan’s nipples tented her dress and a musty smell hung in the air.

“I’ll be a good girl for the rest of the night, Daddy.”

“That’s my little girl.” Kang pulled Luan into a hug. She ran her hands over his back, amazed at the firmness of his muscles.

“Cab’s here!” Joey yelled from the other room.

Shen and Kang picked up Cathy’s unconscious body and carried her out of the house with Luan, Joey, Ting-lan and Gino following close behind. They laid her on the back seat of the cab and then Joey climbed into the front seat. The five watched as the cab disappeared into the night.

“I’m going to call the cops if you don’t turn the music down,” Jim Anderson said. The group turned around to see their neighbor standing in his driveway dressed in a bathrobe. “I put up with loud parties coming from that house for years. I won’t stand for it any longer.”

“We’ll play our music just as loud as we want, old man,” Ting-lan said.

“Go home, dude. You’re going to get hurt out here,” Shen said.

“Are you threatening me? That’s it, I’m calling the police.” Jim pulled a cell phone out his pocket.

“Kick his ass, Daddy,” Luan said.

“Go get him, Special K,” Ting-lan added.

Kang strode forward and punched Mr. Anderson in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. He turned, threw both hands into the air and bumped chests with his son. “I guess you’re not the only One Shot here!”

“That was fucking awesome!” Luan threw her arms around Kang and kissed his cheek.

Shen walked over to Mr. Anderson. “I told you to go home.” He helped the man to his feet and then said, “I’d suggest forgetting calling the cops on us tonight and any other night. Next time you might get hit so hard you won’t get up so easy. You feel me?”

Ting-lan slid her arm through Gino’s. As the couple turned to head into the house she said, “My husband is a fucking bad ass. That’s just one of the reasons I love him so much.”

Luan took her father’s hand. As they walked back into the house she made a decision. She was done with boys. She wanted a man, someone who’d treat her right, someone like her Daddy.

“There you are!” Gia said when they entered the house. “What are you doing with this skank?”

“This is my daughter,” Kang said.

“Your daughter?” Gia looked like she was going to vomit. “You’re one sick fuck.” She turned and charged out of the house.

“Wait, let me explain,” Kang said as he ran after her.

When Luan made it upstairs she scanned the deck for a likely mate, her eyes settling on her Uncle Yuan. His muscles rivaled her fathers and he had his salt and pepper hair swept up into a sexy fauxhawk. Since he was married to her father’s sister, Aunt Zhin, and not a blood relation, it wouldn’t really be incest if she fucked him. At least she didn’t think so and that was all that mattered at the moment.

Zhin was in the hot tub, doing shots with a couple local guidos. Yuan was over by the DJ fist pumping to the music. Luan found a pack of cigarettes, grabbed one and sashayed her way to her uncle.

“Got a light, Uncle Yuan?”

Yuan fumbled in his pocket, his eyes glued on Luan’s cleavage. He lit her cigarette and she took a deep, satisfying puff.

“You know, we never really talk. Want to go downstairs and have a chat?”

Yuan grabbed her hand and pulled her to the stairs. “I liked it when you played the piano this afternoon. You make real nice music.”

Luan took the lead and brought her uncle into the living room. “Why don’t we make music together?”

Luan lifted the keyboard cover on her piano, took a drag on her cigarette and then set it on the keys while she pulled off her panties and hiked up her skirt. She picked up her cigarette, took a final drag and then looked for a place to dispose of it. Knowing that her parents would freak if she ground it out on the carpet, she crushed it out on her piano instead. Yuan lifted her up, set her down on the piano keys and then fucked his niece, creating an unholy racket as he did so.

***
Luan woke to someone yelling “It’s wake the whole house time” for the second day in a row. While she was naked once again, she wasn’t alone. She was wrapped up in her uncle’s muscular arms, feeling safe and secure, his warm breath tickling her neck, his erection poking her back.

“Morning, sexy,” Yuan said as he groped one of her tits and ground his morning wood against the small of her back.

“I’m going to find the asshole who keeps shouting the house awake and then I want you to pound him.”

“There’s something else I’d like to pound right now.” Yuan rolled Luan over and climbed on top of her.

“I like the way you think,” Luan said as she wrapped her hand around Yuan’s erection. “The Rack’s pussy is aching for her uncle’s Italian sausage.”

Luan ran the tip of Yuan’s cock up and down her outer lips, enjoying the sensation of his stiff muscle on her slick folds. She positioned him at her entrance and then bucked her hips, impaling herself on his thick cock.

“Suck my tits, baby.” Luan screamed as Yuan buried his entire cock inside her.

“Quite, baby. My wife doesn’t know that we’ve hooked up yet.”

“I’ll be quiet, but I want you to eat me out afters.”

“Gladly,” Yuan said as he pounded away at his niece’s tight pussy.

It was three in the afternoon by the time Luan and her uncle finally stumbled out of her bedroom. There was a crowd in the kitchen drinking coffee and eating donuts. Luan grabbed two coffee cups and filled them with a mixture of coffee and Jack Daniels. She skipped the donuts and had a cigarette for breakfast instead. As she sat on Yuan’s lap, stroking his thigh while he groped her breasts, it occurred to Luan that her aunt Zhin might take offense. Scanning the room she spotted her aunt playing tongue hockey with a guido. She relaxed and let her uncle continue his assault on her tits.

After a minute Luan realized that she knew the guido Zhin was making out with: it was Bao. He looked like he could try out for best beach body and probably win. He was dressed in a pair of track suit pants and a classic wife beater that strained at his tanned pecs. He had diamond studs in his ears, an NYC baseball cap cock on his head, and a thick gold chain around his neck

Niu now had the body of a porn star and was dressed like she was about to accept the award for best blow job of the year. Her swollen lips were painted a bright pink. Her silver dress exposed more skin than it covered. She smoked her cigarette slowly while a local guido pawed at melons on her chest.

Uncle Lok and Aunt Diayu were in the living room making out on the couch, only not together. Both had sexy, young partners. Diayu sat on the lap of a boy that looked like he had another year before escaping his teens. Lok groped a girl that looked like an Italian version of his daughter, Niu.

“Any more donuts?” Ting-lan said around her cigarette. She was with Gino, Shen and Adriana. They were in their swimsuits and looked like they’d just gotten out of the hot tub.

“Any more coke?” Luan asked Gino.

“I’ll have more tonight, a lot more. Your dad hooked me up with some cash.”

“You sure you don’t have a little stashed away for an emergency?” Luan asked with what she hoped was a seductive smile.

“He would have given it to me if he had,” Ting-lan said as she grabbed Gino possessively.

“Fuck!” Luan said.

“I heard from Joey,” Gino said as Ting-lan rubbed up against him. “Your friend is going to be okay.”

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“KitKat,” Ting-lan said. “The one you almost killed with my vase. You’re a real mook.”

“Oh yeah. I’m happy she’s going to be okay.”

“You should go and see her, Tiara,” Shen said.

“I’m The Rack!” Luan shrieked as she pointed at the tattoo on her chest. “Everyone better stop calling me Tiara or I’ll scratch their fucking eyes out.”

“You’re The Rack, I get it. So, do you want to go see your best friend or what?”

“I guess. Except I don’t wanna spend my last day at the Jersey shore in no dumb hospital,” Luan said. “I wanna shop and get a Brazilian. I want to go to a club and fuckin’ party!”

“Why don’t you and Adriana hit the shops and the salon while Yuan and will hit the gym? We’ll all meet up at Bronze Bunz afterwards. Once were done tanning we can get changed for a night out and then swing by the hospital on the way to Temptations.”

“Don’t stay out too late,” Ting-lan said. “Gino’s coke won’t last forever.”

“You could always save some for us,” Luan said.

“Fuck that shit.”

Luan was about to retort when there was a knock on the door.

“Hide the ecstasy,” Ting-lan shouted.

Shen opened the door a minute later. A bulky man with a shaggy mustache and wearing a pair of blue overalls stood in the doorway with a clipboard. “Brentwood Moving” was embroidered on his chest.

“Is this 1209 Ocean Terrace?”

“Yes,” Shen said. “What can I help you with?”

“You can’t take the hot tub!” Luan screamed as she ran at the mover with murder in her eyes. Yuan caught her and threw her over his shoulder.

“Slow your roll, baby,” Yuan said as he slapped Luan’s ass playfully.

“I’m not here to take anything, beautiful. I’m delivering a tanning bed. Sign here and I’ll bring it in.”

Shen signed the paperwork and the man motioned to another pair of movers at the bottom of the stairs. They picked up an eight foot tall box and carried it up the stairs. While they were installing it in one of the back bedrooms Kang arrived. He had Gia and Lynn Masterson with him.

Kang wore a pair of sweat pants, a black t-shirt with “Suns Out Guns Out” written on the front and a thick gold chain around his neck. Gia wore a pair of white booty shorts, a crop top and a pair of stilettos with straps that climbed her up her calves to her knees. Lynn wore a tiny red dress and a pair of platform heels. Both women looked like they’d just stepped out of a salon.

“Everyone come here,” Kang shouted. “I have something to say.”

“What is it, Special K?” Ting-lan asked as she entered the room holding Gino’s hand.

“It’s a surprise, Mama Chinks.” Kang had a goofy grin on his face. When the rest of the family entered the kitchen Kang said, “I know everyone is sad ‘cause today is last day at the shore. Well, smile ‘cause it ain’t.”

“What the hell is he talking about, Lady-L?” Luan asked.

“Your father made an offer on the Shore Store and the owners accepted it.”

“What about your job at Princeton, Daddy?”

“I got fired. But that’s good. Now we can live here all year long. We’ll make money from the store and then we party all night long!” Kang opened a bag and tossed a t-shirt with the Shore Store company logo on the front to Shen. He tossed hats and t-shirts to everyone in the room.

Luan hugged Yuan. Shen let out a whoop. Ting-lan abandoned Gino and ran to her husband.

“You’ve made me so happy. I was dreading going back to teaching. I’ll love working in the Shore Store,” Ting-lan said as she showered him with kisses. “I love you, Special K.”

“I love you, Mama Chinks,” Kang said as he held his wife tightly.

“Get the fuck away from my man, bitch!” Gia said.

“He’s my husband, slut,” Ting-lan snapped.

“Are you going to let that whore call me a slut?” Gia said to Kang.

“What do you want me to do, baby? She’s my wife.”

“Be a man and stick up for your woman,” Gia said and then stomped out of the house.

“Wait, baby. Let me make it up to you,” Kang cried as he ran after Gia.

“Well, since we’re not leaving today we could go see Cathy right now and then hit the gym and the shops,” Shen said.

“Fuck that, let’s see her tonight before we go clubbing. Right now I want to spend some time in the hot tub with my man.” Luan grabbed Yuan’s hand. “I want to continue what we started in the bedroom.” Luan gave Yuan a passionate kiss.

“Well, we’ll wait for you down here then,” Shen said.

“Why don’t you come too? The hot tub can hold four couples easily and I’m sure Adriana would like to start the day with some lovin’ from her man. Am I right, girlfriend?”

“The Rack’s right, baby. I want to fuck in the hot tub, too.”

“Gino and I want in,” Ting-lan said.

As the rest of the group headed to up the stairs, Luan pulled Ting-lan aside.

“Please don’t fuck Uncle Yuan, Mama Chinks. I really like him a lot. He could be the one.”

“Don’t worry, angel. He’s way too fucking old for me,” Ting-lan said. “If I wanted an old man to fuck me, I’d have your father do it.”

“That makes me so happy, Mama Chinks.”

When Kang returned ten minutes later with Gia in tow the rest of his family were all going at it with their lovers in the hot tub. Shen sat on the edge of the hot tub while Adriana ran her tongue over his cock. Luan was on her belly, halfway out of the tub, Yuan fucking her from behind, her tits keeping a beat as they slapped against the hot tub’s fiberglass side. Ting-lan sat on Gino’s lap, facing him. She beckoned to her husband as she slid up and down on Gino’s cock.

“I’m not fucking you in there, not with all those other people,” Gia said.

“Please baby. I want to fuck you so bad, but I want to be with my family too.”

“Okay, but I want to move in with you and I want the master bedroom for us. Your wife and Gino can have one of the small bedrooms.”

“Deal!” Kang picked Gia up and set her in the hot tub. He gave his wife a quick kiss to Gia’s annoyance and then started fucking his girlfriend. He felt content. His family was together, they all had lovers and they were happy. What more could they want?

The End