Cool sat next to the mixer board as Billy walked toward his room.
"What should I wear?" Billy asked.
"What are you in the mood for?" Cool asked him back.
Billy was quiet for a few seconds, thinking how he would answer.
"I think Grandma wants to spank me," he answered softly.
Raising an eyebrow, Cool said, "Wear leather or latex. That'll set the mood for the rest of the girls too."
Cool winked at Billy, and the boy was gone.
'So, the kid has his grandfather's genes,' Cool mused as he trudged up the stairs to get ready for dinner.
Passing through the kitchen, he smelled the odor of beef cooking. Rita, Ming and Camille were wonderful cooks and kept him well fed. He decided that he would have to quit being such a pain in the neck and start appreciating his women again. Good idea!
There was no evidence of any of the inhabitants of the house to be found. Cool wondered where everybody was. But he dismissed the thought and went to find his costume for the evening. He searched his closet for a pair of baggy silk pantaloons. He was in the mood for some slinky lovin' so the black pants would do nicely. And the red silk vest would suffice until after dinner.
He showered, shaved, brushed this long brown hair, and dressed. He went to the den for a short Scotch. Dennis was standing at the bar with Gerald sucking on a cold beer. Both were suitably attired for the event.
"M'Lord," Dennis stated, extending his hand with a tall glass filled with ice, bathing in House of Lords.
"You are indeed a friend," Cool announced, as he toasted his friends.
"We haven't done this in a lot of years," Gerald said, pulling on his beer.
"Too long," Cool agreed. "And I apologize to y'all for that."
Steve and Billy made their entrance into the den and settled in chairs in the center of the room. Billy wore black leather with studs, and Steve wore a short silken smoking jacket.
"You realize that we are seriously out numbered tonight, don't you?" Billy asked.
"Life is good," Dennis said.
"Twelve to five is pretty good odds," Cool inserted.
"Geez, twelve of them and five of us? How good can it get?" Steve popped up.
Laughter filled the room. Cool felt all the anguish of the last couple of years of his life slipping away and the old feelings of family fun returning.
The intercom buzzed and Ming announced that dinner would be served in five minutes. Cool made a dash down to the video room and activated the video cameras in the dining room and set the ones in The War Room to standby. He charged back up the stairs and entered the dining room just as the ladies made their entrance.
As the dozen exotically dressed beauties entered the room, it became charged with sexual electricity. Each of the women had painstakingly dressed her self to exude sensuality. Hair had been carefully styled, makeup had been applied with precision, a multitude of exotic perfumes permeated the air and the variety of sexy lingerie was intoxicating. Five male cocks began to stir in unison.
Champagne filled glasses sat at each place and the platters heaped with food covered the table. Cool stood at the head of the table and raised his glass.
The others followed as he said, "Let the games begin."
"Here, Here," sixteen voices responded.
With that, the meal began. Dianne wearing a yellow peignoir, her favorite color, sat on the opposite end of the table from Cool. She looked up the table at her brother and winked. He ran his tongue around his lips. Rita and Camille sat on either side of Cool wearing bra and panty sets with garters and hose, Rita in black, Camille in white. Caroline wore a nearly non-existent leopard fur thong with a gold chain around her waist and golden nylons and spiked heels. Bobby Sue was in a red baby doll with fake fur around the hem.
Sandra had chosen leather and chains, as had Susan. Debbie had a fluffy blue feather boa wrapped around her body and apparently nothing else except clear plastic high lifter shoes. Helen and Karen had dressed as twins again, in flowing white caftans. Lisa had a cute leather chastity belt with a golden lock dangling on the front. Her posterior was completely exposed, go figure. Ming wore a semi-transparent sarong wrapped around her nubile Oriental body.
Cool announced that all was in order and the feast began.
Lisa, seated next to Dennis, glanced into his lap and saw his cock sticking up between the folds of his smoking jacket. She let her hand ease off the table and creep across his leg, and wrapped her fingers around his long slender lance. Dennis looked at her hand and then at her face. The smile she wore told him all he wanted to know. She would be his first conquest of the joust. As the platters were passed, and the food consumed, the talk around the table became much more sexually oriented. Comments were being made regarding stiff peckers under the table and how wet various pussies had become during the past few minutes. The younger members of the party, although slightly embarrassed at first, soon became embroiled in the bawdy banter.
Caroline's areola had become enlarged and her nipples were very hard, accentuating the bright golden studs, which passed through each perky nub. Dianne and Sandra were making goo-goo eyes at each other while Billy Joe had set his sights on Susan. Rita and Ming were fondling each other under the table. Camille had her hand on Caroline's leg, but Caroline was keeping a lustful eye cast on her father.
Cool just sat back, enjoying the meal and watching over his flock with the eye of an eagle. Debbie stared blatantly at Gerald, and he at her. The whole room reeked of sex. Cool was a happy person.
Ming disappeared beneath the table, pressing her face between Rita's widespread thighs. Rita threw her head back and groaned as the Chinese girl attacked her rigid clit.
"First orgasm of the night goes to Rita," Camille cried, and everyone clapped and cheered.
