She felt him shudder with each blast of hot cum, as her own chances for an orgasm ebbed away. Fuck! Denied twice in one morning. How bad was that?
“Oh fuck baby, that was so good,” he said, “did you cum?”
“Yes,” she lied, utterly defeated, “you’re the best, baby. You rocked my world.”
The alarm went off. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
*****
“Mom, you can’t be serious, not in this weather,” Jason said.
“You promised,” she replied, “and I’m going to hold you to it.”
“Didn’t you hear about the Polar Vortex, we’ll freeze to death.”
“We’ll be fine. It’s your brother’s last football game of the season. Heck, it’s the last game of his High School career. Besides, it’s his birthday and he has a chance to break the school’s all time scoring record. We’re going to perform at halftime, and that’s final.”
“Shit!” he said, hands defiantly on his hips. “I know it’s his fucking birthday, I turned eighteen today also, remember, we’re twins.”
“Watch your mouth!” she said harshly, “Of course I remember.” And happy fucking birthday, she thought, still pissed about coming up short this morning.
“Well, you wouldn’t know it,” he retorted, “Justin this, Justin that, there’s only room for one star in this family, and it’s definitely not me.”
Jason had always played second fiddle to his athletic brother. They were identical twins, but Justin got the athletic skills while he excelled in academics. However, their parents were rabid football fans and hung on every new record that Justin set on the gridiron. He was being actively recruited by some big name colleges, and scouts would no doubt be at tonight’s game. Jason had resigned himself to his place in the family and liked his circle of nerdy friends. He was disappointed that his parents didn’t gush over his academic achievements but understood his brother’s popularity and was happy pursuing his own dreams. He had already received several offers of academic scholarships and looked forward to getting out from under his brother’s long shadow.
“Honey,” his mother pleaded, “it’s not like that. We’re both proud of you and what you have accomplished in High School. It’s your senior year and soon you’ll be off on your own, off to college. I know you are going to be successful, even more successful than Justin. He’s a great football player and will have a good college career, but getting into the NFL is going to be a real long shot. Please, can you just do this one last thing for me? I really need it today.”
“Thanks, Mom, I appreciate that. I know Justin’s a star on the field, and I know you and Dad are football fanatics. But, what are we going to do about the weather. Excuse my French, but it’s really fucking cold today.”
“We’ll be fine. The buffalo costume is heavy, so it should be warm, we’ve got our wool caps and gloves, and I bought us some long johns. Look, they’re the old fashioned kind, with butt flaps. Cute, aren’t they?”
“Really, red underwear? We’re supposed to be a buffalo, not a reindeer. I still don’t understand why you volunteered to do this. What’s wrong with just letting the cheerleaders do it?”