Chapter 4

Misty checked her reflection in the mirror again. Her hair was soft and curled around her shoulders. Her eyelashes were long and coated with mascara, her lips were glossed with a sheer coat of pink. She hadn't wanted to go over the top because she knew that less was more, but she still wanted him to look at her like she was the only woman in the world.

She knew Brock had been wanting sex now for quite a while. Probably ever since that day he kissed her that hotel room almost six months ago before he had his date with Queen Lucy.

However, tonight, Brock was all hers and she knew it.

She walked out into the bedroom and lit a couple of candles and then slipped into a pair of long stockings that hooked to a garter belt around her hips and a matching bra. Even she thought she looked stunning, but she was still nervous. What would Brock's reaction be?

There was a knock at the door and Misty smiled, settling back on the bed and staring towards the door.

"Come in," she tried to sound seductive, but she wasn't sure she pulled it off so good.

He opened the door and his mouth fell open as he let the door fall closed behind him.

"Wow! You look….amazing…" His voice shook with anticipation and even he felt nervous.

She sat up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I told you I wanted you!"

"Yea, but I didn't know you had all of this stuff," he looked at the candles by the bed before he kissed her softly and let his hands explore her body.

He laid her back onto the soft satin of her sheets and he could feel her trembling beneath him. "You seem nervous," he growled sensually as he kissed her naval, taking in the scent of her skin.

She cried out a little at the sensation of it and she smiled down at him as he rose up to kiss her lips. He stroked her hair as he kissed her and pulled back from her to look in her eyes.

"I love you," he whispered softly and Misty felt as if she were about to cry.

"I love you, too," she said back to him and she felt him slip off the straps of her bra and kiss her shoulders.

He worked his magic slowly on her, being sure as to not to do anything to fast. He loved her. He loved kissing her soft and slow, savoring her taste. He didn't want to rush things.

There was a knock on the door and they both jumped. Misty covered her half-naked body with the sheet and Brock stood up from the bed, frustrated and knowing exactly who was on the other side of the door.

He opened it, hoping Rose would see that he was clearly aroused and frustrated. She couldn't accept the fact he was with Misty for some reason or another.

Misty was mortified when she found it was her mother.

"Mrs. Waterflower…uh…Rose…it's late. We should all be in bed," Brock said, looking back at Misty who was just peeking over the sheets and hiding her very red face.

"I just wanted to see if you could fix the leak in my bathroom. It drips and I can't sleep with that noise," Rose told him, playing with the hem of her robe. "Please, come and take a look."

Sighing, he looked back at Misty and slipped back on his shirt. "I'll be back, Honey. I'm sorry." He kissed her softly, yet passionately before heading out into the hallway and into Rose's bedroom.

"I know exactly what you are doing!" Brock said, making sure not to raise his voice too much. He hoped Misty would still be in the mood when he got back, but she probably wouldn't be. Women weren't like men. They can't block out things like stress and embarrassment and still feel comfortable and focused enough to have good sex.

"I need you to fix a leak…" Rose said, smiling. "Brock, this is ridiculous. You are getting ready to have sex with a virgin! She doesn't know what she's doing! If you're looking to get off, it's not going to happen with her! She's nothing but ordinary!"

"Ordinary?" Brock stared at her in disbelief. "She is fucking beautiful! That girl makes my whole world just…stop! Every time I look at her, I forget about everything else! I forget about you, and you're sick sex addiction! I forget about what you did to me. I forget about walking into my parent's bedroom and seeing you in bed with my father! So, no, Rose, she's not ordinary! She is a beautiful woman who I am going to make my wife some day!"

Rose stared back at him in disbelief and tears filled her eyes.

"Brock…I…I still love you," she reached out to touch his arm, but he shrugged away from her.

"Don't touch me! I love your daughter! I love Misty!" He shouted, clenching his fists. "I'm sick of the way you treat her. I'm sick of the way you make her feel! She came all this way to see you and you treat her like shit the minute you see her and now you're trying to sleep with her boyfriend!"

The older woman reached out to touch his face, but he turned from her and headed for the door.

"Get real, Rose. What we had is over and it always will be!"

Misty woke up sometime after sunrise, alone in her bed. Brock didn't seem like he was in the mood last night after he had went to fix the bathroom sink. He probably didn't like to be interrupted when he was with a woman.

They agreed to sleep in separate beds, because Brock wanted their first night sleeping together to be the first night he made love to her. Misty found it romantic, but frustrating. She wanted to share a bed with him, but he supposed he was holding out on the gushy romantic stuff just as she was holding out on sex.

She skipped down the stairs, with her hair tied up in a messy bun and her make up, worn and faded, still on her eyes. She was surprised to see that Brock wasn't downstairs, it was just her mother, and she sat reading a newspaper with a cup of coffee.

"Hey, Mom, where is Brock?" Misty asked, sitting down across from her at the table.

"He went to the store. Said we were out of eggs, and cheese," she looked up at her from over the top of the newspaper and smiled. "Has Brock seen what you look like in the mornings?"

"Yes, all the time," Misty said, laughing. "I'm comfortable around him. He tells me I'm beautiful everyday."

Rose shook her head and raised her eyebrows. "Men will tell you anything to get in your pants. Which reminds me, are you two sleeping together?" She already knew the answer, but she wanted to see Misty's reaction because it simply entertained her to watch her blush and giggle like a sixteen year old who has her first boyfriend.

"Mom, I know what you saw last night. I mean, with the candles and everything," Misty blushed and squirmed in her seat. "I was just trying to have a little romantic evening with him. I-I wasn't planning on sex, but-"

"You're twenty years old, Misty," Her mother reminded her, sternly. "I can't tell you what to do."

Misty couldn't help but smile, just thinking about having sex with Brock was giving her the chills. The good kind, the kind that makes your whole body shiver for no reason and makes you giggle at the sensation of it.

"Mom…you're embarrassing me!"

"Oh, c'mon!" Rose said, leaning forward and smiling at her, as if she was another twenty year old woman who was looking for juicy details. "You do want to have sex with him don't you?"

"Mom, of course, I do!" Misty said, blushing and feeling strange talking to her about something like this. She couldn't really think of Rose as her mom, but more like the woman who brought her into the world. "I mean, you've seen him! He's sexy and he's smart. He's funny and handsome. He's such a good kisser!"

Rose's expression changed immediately and she looked back at her newspaper.

"Well, I suggest you sleep with him soon," she said, looking at her daughter who looked shocked and embarrassed. "A guy like that doesn't wait around for sex for very long. There are plenty of women who would give anything to have a night with him. I'd watch my back if I were you."

Misty watched as the older woman stood up and walked out of the kitchen. She felt a coldness from her, which wasn't unfamiliar, but she didn't like the feeling. She started to wonder if Brock had ever cheated on her because, as much as she hated to admit it, Rose was right. Brock wouldn't wait around forever on her.

The front door opened and Brock walked through the door with grocery bags in his hands. Misty smiled at him as he sat the bags down on the counter and leaned in to give her a kiss.

"You're up, early. That's unusual for you!" Brock teased his girlfriend, affectionately, which disgusted Rose. She thought he was acting like a sixteen year old child with Misty, which, of course, he probably had to since Misty had barely even reached womanhood.

"I would have slept really good last night with you next to me," she said, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Rose looked up from her newspaper at the two of them and Misty jumped apart from him, as if she was embarrassed.

Brock started to make breakfast and Misty wondered if she and Brock were ever going to try and have sex again. She really wanted to, but she wasn't sure if she wanted her first time to be with her mother in the same house. Her mother didn't seem to want her to have sex with Brock, because she seemed to like to interrupt them a lot.

Violet, Lilly, and Daisy all rose out of bed just before breakfast was finished cooking and they sat down and overtook the conversation with their mother, while Misty and Brock decided to go outside by the pool side and talk.

"I'm sorry about last night," Brock said softly, as the cool morning breeze of spring swept across his face in a refreshing breath of fresh air. Misty shook her head and smiled.

"It's alright, Brock. It's not a big deal. It will happen when it's supposed to happen," she told him, and Brock smiled back at her, brushing a lock of red hair behind her ear and leaning into kiss her.

"I was thinking we could try again tonight," he said, before kissing her softly and running his hand along her thigh which was exposed in the pair of shirt jean shorts she had on. "We could turn-in early and have all the time in the world if you need it."

She looked back at him and nodded her head. "I want to try again tonight. I can't wait!"

"Trust me, neither can I!" Brock said, standing up. "I'm going to clean up the kitchen a little. You want to go for a swim when I'm finished?"

"Sure! That sounds like fun! I'll go get my bathing suit!"

"Put your bikini on," Brock told her, heading into the house. "You know, in case we get some alone time in the pool."