Dad announced that he was supposed to go on travel again starting Thursday but he was trying to get out of it or have someone go in his place. Mom just stared at him for several moments and then said, “Jarod? This is the girl’s graduation. You have to be there.” Dad again explained that he was working on it. The girls just sat there slack-jawed looking at Dad.
June spoke first, “Dad? This is important.” She never liked to show emotion but her eyes were awash in tears and she wiped them away before they could cascade down her cheeks.
Julie joined in, “You just have to be there. Please, Dad.” She glanced at June as she was wiping away her tears.
Dad looked from Mom to Julie to June and said, “I’ll find a way to be there. I promise.” June sniffled and her tear-filled eyes turned to a smile. Julie burst from her chair and threw her arms around Dad’s neck and kissed him several times on the cheek. June followed Julie’s lead and did the same on the other cheek. Mom was all smiles and she looked over at me and grinned. Her eyes were glistening with tears too.
Mom hadn’t had a night time sleepwalking episode for several days and I waited and watched in the dark that night. I figured that I’d at least hear some sounds of sex in their room since they had been apart several days, but I didn’t hear anything. I guess the phone sex had sufficiently satisfied Dad. I wondered if Mom could ever be satisfied. I had read that a woman was in her sexual peak at her age. Anyway, Mom never showed and I finally drifted off to sleep.
Sunday mornings were always Dad’s golfing tee times. He was heading out the door with his clubs when I came down stairs. He had invited me to go with him a few times before but I’m a terrible golfer and I always declined. At the door, he felt like he should explain why he wasn’t inviting me to play today. “I’d ask you to come today but I’ll be doing business on the course. Maybe next time?”
“No problem Dad. You can’t do business with a duffer like me along,” I said. He smiled and closed the door behind him.
Mom was in the kitchen fixing eggs and toast. She said, “Good morning Sweetie. Sleep well?” She must have noticed that my concentration was on watching Dad drop his clubs in the trunk and then climb behind the wheel. Mom said, “Lately, he whooshes in and whooshes back out again.” She said nothing more as she slid my plate in front of me and poured a big glass of orange juice. I grabbed the fork and started eating just as the twins bounded out of their room and down the hall to the kitchen area. They were dressed for the mall. Going to the mall was serious business for any teenage girl and the twins were no different. They would be on display to be judged by their peers. They were dressed elegantly but casually. They had carefully applied their makeup and fixed their hair. They were gorgeous and my dick tented my shorts.