After a good long nap I woke refreshed. I showered and shaved and quickly dressed for dinner: dark brown twill shorts long enough to touch the top of my knees, another white oxford dress shirt, and brown "reef" sandals. Everybody where I live mostly keeps it casual. I travel a lot but I've lived in San Luis Obispo my entire life.
Anyway, I went down to the cellar to check on my wine collection: five bottles of dusty and questionable vintages, leftovers from a failed marriage ten years in the making and ten years done. I smiled at the symmetry. Twenty years since I'd been truly happy, the first months of the first year really our only good time together. What a waste, I sighed. We were married way too young. My wife was the wine connoisseur and this was all that was left from dozens, maybe a hundred or more bottles. What the hell, I picked the best of the bunch and hurried up the stairs and out the door, it was already closing in on seven o'clock and I had orders not to be late.
All my worries about dinner ended up unfounded and overthought.
Amber met me at the door before I even had a chance to knock, introducing herself, she greeted me by kissing me on the cheek and whispering not to worry that our secret was still safe with her. Of course, her conspiratorial assurance was a nice relief, but it left me wondering about the 'still' part, why not leave that word out of things altogether?
She did look stunning though. Of the three, Amber is the most classically beautiful. She was wearing a short, wispy and ruffled white cotton skirt, very low riding, so that thin white panty straps were visible at her hips. Up top she wore a floral pattern sky blue semi-sheer crop tee with lace around the plunged neckline and the cap sleeves. It hit her above the waist so the chrome stud piercing at her belly button poked out with plenty of tan skin to frame it and set it off. The sheer fabric of her top was transparent enough to see the shape of her breasts pushed up tight and snuggled together by a white lace bra. She had white sandals on her sexy little feet and her toe nails were painted bright red.
"Let's go meet the family," she said, grabbing my arm and leading me into the house. "Or, I guess I mean, let's meet my mom. You've already met my bratty little sister. She just graduated high school but she's still very immature."
"You sound worried about her," I joked.
"Oh, I am. Believe me, she's a worry for everybody," Amber laughed.
"Well, she's a cutie," I said, trying to sound like I thought of her as just a kid.
"Way past cute," Amber corrected me.
Megan appeared out of a doorway at the top of the stairs. I assumed it was the door to her bedroom, the place where she sleeps, does her homework, everyday stuff like that. That's really all I was thinking. I was trying to hold on to normal thoughts and not even look up at her.
"Hey David, up here," Megan said, waving. "I'm up here."
"We see you're up there," Amber said. "Where else would you be? I thought Mom told you to change your clothes. You look ridiculous."
"Well, I was going to get changed, but it's too late now," she said and started prancing down the stairs, high stepping it, like she was in a marching band.
Even when compared to Amber, Megan was incredibly underdressed: bare feet, her toes manicured, the nails frosted with pink polish, and her lower body looking spray painted with the tightest little faded yellow short shorts, so undersized she had to leave the closing button undone and the zipper's final inch provocatively unzipped; her top was a white cotton and very undersized baby doll tee, with a neon pink pi symbol screen printed on the front, and cropped so short a good six inches of tummy splashed out.
Megan was not wearing a bra. She obviously liked showing off her firm and extremely pert 34B tits, they were way up high past horizontal, and her puffy little nipples were hard, poking themselves against the thin fabric of her tee, practically begging to be set free and suckled. . . It was like the girls were trying to outdo one another with how little they could cover.
"David, I'm so glad you could make it," Danielle said, appearing from the kitchen. "The girls have told me so much about you. I'm Danielle, you know, the mother," she said, laughing, almost blushing, with a glowing smile.
She shook my hand like we were old friends, both of her wrists decorated, grounding her in an earthy kind of way, with silver bracelets. Her thumbs and several fingers were spiced up with silver rings. She was wearing a sleek sleeveless coral-colored mini dress with some kind of complicated geometric print that forced me scour every square inch. Not in a leering way, I just like to know what I'm looking at.
Years ago I took a few graphic arts classes in college so I'm genuinely interested in the elements of design. I decided the pattern was meant to offer a kaleidoscope of pink coral colors to help create a sense of motion and make the fabric dance. It really did make the dress look alive, like it was caressing all her curves. The dress was spandex tight with side ruching which made the whole dress scrunch up in waves and ripples all over her body. It was made to be sexy and alluring, but on Danielle it also looked elegant and sophisticated. Danielle is a knockout.
Danielle said dinner would be ready in about twenty minutes and said I should sit down and make myself at home, or they had a study down the hallway with all kinds of books, and that if I was a reader I should check it out. Then she asked Amber to help her finish getting dinner ready. I couldn't remember doing it, but at some point I must have handed her the wine I brought because she was now carrying it back with her to the kitchen. Amber followed, looking back and rolling her eyes.
"That's really too bad, Amber," Megan said softly to herself, I thought she had a menace to her voice, or maybe it was just some kind of competitive sister rivalry, and then louder, calling after her mother. "I'll give David a tour of the house, okay Mom?"
"Go change first," Danielle said. "I told you once already."
"Okay, Mom, will do," Megan chirped.
The kitchen has a swinging door and as it closed behind Danielle and Amber, Megan grabbed my hand and quickly led me up the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside, she turned and kissed me full on the mouth, forcing her tongue inside against my teeth.
"We don't have much time," she whispered, her lips breaking away and then pressing back into mine, kissing me again. I could taste her girlish energy. This time I kissed her back. Her nipples were hard and poking out against my chest. She eased off me an inch or two, lifted up her t-shirt, exposing her bare breasts, and began lightly brushing her nipples back and forth slowly across my shirt, then faster and pressing harder.
"Mmm, that feels sooo good," she purred.
"Megan. . ."
She shushed me, putting a finger in my mouth, pushing her pussy against my shorts, grinding into me.
"David! You've got a big one. A boner!" Megan said. "You're bad. I knew it! Are you going to stick your boner in me, David?" She bit my lip. "I don't think we should. Bone me here, I mean! With my mom downstairs!"
I pulled away. "What are we doing?" I said. I wasn't sure what was happening.
"I don't know, David. But I'm all wet. I think I'm ready to cum," Megan said.
