We spent the rest of dinner talking about normal things: plans for the holidays, pop culture, and other such trivial things really. Both of them were being very touchy-feely with me and each other. We finished the bottle of wine, I only had two glasses and I think they had about four each. By the time we’d finished eating it was nearly 8:30 and I was getting slightly anxious about the arrival of my hired partner in crime.
Standing up, I walked over to Rheta’s seat and offered her help up before taking her arm in mine. I then walked us over to Mom and stood her up and put her on my other arm. Leading the three of us into the living room I said, “I do believe there was a double feature on tonight’s program. And with the amount the two of you drank, I wouldn’t want it to be said that I didn’t at least attempt to follow through with my stated plans.”
“Ah, Mom, isn’t he just a perfect gentleman,” Rhe said, turning and putting her free hand on my chest. “He keeps his promises, didn’t make the obvious pun that we were his double feature tonight, and he’s sexy to boot!”
At her words, I turned to look at my sister in shock. But before I could say anything, Mom turned my head with a sapphire blue fingernail. “You didn’t give him the chance to make that pun, Rhe. And if the two of us made it, what’s to say sexy here didn’t make it in his head?”
Wanting to get myself involved in this conversation, I put on my dashing smile and said to them, “This sexy gentleman would never, ever deny the chance to have the two of you as a double feature; no human being would. Because if I’m sexy, then the two of you are about ten levels above perfect feminine sexuality incarnate.”
I felt the both of them tense at my words and I had to wonder why. Looking to them both, I saw twin glassy eyed stares. I set them down on the couch as I went to put the first DVD into the machine. I could hear them whispering, but couldn’t make out the words. Looking into the reflection on the TV, I saw Mom nod her head and say “Yeah…me too” with a dreamy look in her eye. Did I just make them cum with only my words?
Sitting back down on the couch between them, I pushed play on the movie and wrapped my arms around them, encouraging them to snuggle close. Feeling the smoothness of their skin under my fingers was arousing in its own right. Rheta had lain her head on my shoulder; the aromas of strawberries, peaches and coconuts that wafted from her hair was mouth-watering. Its silkiness was teasing my cheek with every micromovement she made. For her part, Mom sat straighter, but had her fingers running along my legs, tracing patterns with her nails. The sharp sensations contrasted well with Rheta’s soft hair and set goosebumps up and down my leg in her finger’s wake.
It was just getting to the part of the movie where Tim Allen starts to become Santa when there was a knock on the door. I was happy that Mom and Rhe had jumped as well as I at the sudden sound. Knowing what was on the other side of the door, my heart started to beat a little faster as my anticipation grew exponentially. Taking a hidden, calming breath, I stood to go answer the door. When I felt Rheta tug on my hand, I gave her a smile and said, “It’s probably just some carollers; I’ll be back in a minute.” Bringing her hand that still held mine to my lips, I gave it a kiss like you see gentlemen do in movies set in the 1800s. “Don’t go anywhere, and keep my spot warm.” And with a wink, I was gone before she or Mom could offer any more resistance. Walking to the door, I opened it and in a clear voice asked, “Hello, can I help you?”
wpDiscuz