June quickly responded, “Twenty or thirty.” I looked at Mom. It figured that they would even have twenty or thirty friends. I probably had three. I stayed out of the conversation completely.
Mom said, “How about five?” My attention went from Mom to June and then Julie.
They were doing that unspoken twin communication thing again and then Julie grinned and said, “Okay. Five is good.” Mom smiled at them just as the waitress appeared at the table. We all had our favorite meal and we were prepared to order even though none of us had even picked up a menu. Mom had a glass of wine and we had sodas.
Mom and the girls worked on the details of their party while we waited for our meals and even after they arrived. They were excited. I kept quiet and ate my meal. I was done way before them and I just watched them. My concentration drifted from one set of tits to another. As usual, Mom was showing substantial cleavage but the twins weren’t far behind. Julia caught me staring at her chest and she pulled her face down to where I was looking and said, “Earth to Dexter.” My face reddened at being caught and Julie giggled as she pushed her tits together with her hands, to give me more cleavage to gawk at, and she giggled again.
I gave her an embarrassed smile and looked away from her to Mom’s cleavage. I could feel my dick moving in my pants. It wasn’t quite an erection, but I knew it would be soon if I didn’t think about something else. I looked around the room at the men and women looking over at us. I felt like we were in a fish-bowl. I dropped my hand into my lap to adjust the position of my dick. June watched my every move and then grinned at me.
On the way home, June called shot-gun so I climbed in back with Julie. It had got dark while we were in the restaurant and it was raining. We were supposed to get a whopper of a thunderstorm tonight. I sat behind Mom and watched the street lights go by highlighting the rain streaming along my window. I don’t even remember what I was thinking about.
Then I felt a hand on my crotch. Julie was looking down at her hand as she moved it around in my lap. Her grin was apparent in the illumination of passing street lights. She leaned over and whispered, “Is it hard?”
Without hesitation, I whispered, “It is now.” I was looking down at her hand too. A few days ago, I would have freaked out, but today I just didn’t want her to stop. June and Mom were talking about going shopping for the party. June was texting on her cell phone, probably getting the invitations out. Julie slid towards me and rested her head against my shoulder as her hand worked on my erection through my pants. God, I wanted her to unzip me and put her hand on my hard-on. She didn’t do anything except apply pressure through my pants. Nothing was said, neither in the car nor afterward. She just left me there with a raging hard-on as Mom pulled into the garage.
I threw open my door as Julie slid back across the rear seat toward her door. I didn’t want to be last and open for their inspection of my erection. I hurried into the house and up the stairs to my room. Mom yelled up the stairs to ask if I was okay. I responded that I was fine and closed my bedroom door a little harder than I had intended. I grabbed a wad of tissues from the box on my night table and unzipped my pants. God damn, my cock was hard. It didn’t take me two minutes to deposit my load into the tissues. It felt like my lifeforce had drained out of me. I pushed my softening cock back in my pants as I opened my bedroom door heading for the bathroom to flush the tissues. Mom was coming down the hall. She stopped me at the bathroom door and asked again if I was okay.
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