That night our house was descended upon by every relative within a 50 mile radius and the small downstairs was overflowing with good cheer. I was able to visit with relatives that I hadn’t seen in some time and it was one of those loud boisterous family parties that just went on for hours as long lost relatives, neighbors and friends kept arriving. I was a bit sad that Jennifer hadn’t made it home for the festivities, but I was also secretly happy that her absence allowed me to hang more with Lanie. The thought of tomorrow was never far from my mind.
As the party began to wind down, I found myself leaning against the counter in the kitchen when Lanie walked in. She was wearing a festive red dress that hugged her body in all the right places and showcased her lovely physique for all to see. She gave me a knowing smile and sidled up next to me.
“So, bro. What should we do tomorrow night?” She took a sip of her beer and eyed me with a mischievous look in her eye.
“Well, we could hit a few clubs. Go hear some music. Maybe even go into the city. What are you interested in?” I queried.
“Hmm. I was thinking…” she started to say as she let her thought trail off and turned to me with a wicked smile. “How about we just stay in?” she suggested. “We could watch a movie or two, make a fire, sit by the tree, relax. You know, just hang out. It could be a slumber party,” she said as she clapped her hands in excitement. I smiled at her suggestion and didn’t want to appear too eager to agree with her idea.
“You sure you don’t want to have a wild party while Dad and Marilyn are away?” I replied, knowing what her answer would be.
“Nope. Tonight is enough company for me. Let’s just hang tomorrow night and maybe have too much to drink,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Okay, sis. You’re on. I’ve got a bunch of movies on my laptop. We can talk more tomorrow. We should get back to our guests.” And we did so, but now both of us were charged up about the potential for a private pajama party the next evening.
I slept like a bear that night. I don’t think even vibrations emanating from the next room were going to keep me up after a long Christmas Day. I awoke the next morning and went for a run, then spent the remainder of the morning and early afternoon doing a few errands and visiting a friend or two I hadn’t seen yet. I returned to the house around 4:30, just as Frank and Marilyn were packing the car and getting ready to go.
“So, there are plenty of leftovers for you two and more than enough beers left in the fridge. Have a good time, keep safe, and we’ll see you mid-day tomorrow,” said Marilyn, waving as she got in the car and closed the door.
Lanie had been inside and came outside to join me on the porch as we waved good-bye to the departing Jeep. She was wearing skin tight jeans and a tight pink cashmere sweater that she’d just gotten for Christmas. It hugged her bust in a way that made it quite clear that this young lady was naturally stacked. Once the car was out of sight I just stood there looking at her breasts, wondering what she’d look like naked. She turned suddenly, saw me eyeing her profile, and smiled.