We were both pretty much a bundle of nerves waiting for Mac to show up on Saturday.
Jena was dress seductively, but in good taste. It actually was impossible for her to not look sexy no matter what she wore. Her skirt was just above the knee; her beige blouse was just see through enough to tell her bra was a nude color. She pulled her hair back with a clasp at the nape of her neck, but left it loose enough to look soft and touchable. She had on sandals that were aqua with sparkly stones of some kind. Any red blooded man would look twice and do a good sweep up and down if he met her on the street. His wife might smack him with her purse, but he'd look for sure.
At a little past four-thirty Mac's car pulled in the drive way.
"Oh God," Jena moaned.
"Stop wringing your hands and relax." It was issued as an order.
I met Mac in the foyer smiling ear to ear. I loved this kid with all my heart. He dropped his bag and we were in a bear hug.
"Damn boy it's good to see you."
"You too; been too long." Mac kissed my neck and I returned the same. We just kept holding on to each other.
When we finally broke the hug and backed up half a step, still holding onto each others shoulders or arms, I said, "How was the trip?"
"Other than morons that don't know how to drive and my ass being a little numb not bad." Mac held eye contact drinking in the fact that he was back at good old Dads' house.
"Ah, come on in...there's someone I want you to meet."
Mac looked surprised then smiled that lop sided smirk smile he could give. "Oh, you old dog, finally found yourself a woman hu?"
If he could have read my mind in that second he'd have passed out.
Jena was sitting in the chair that I always leaned her over to fuck her. Her legs were crossed which hiked up her skirt showing off those long tapered legs of hers. She stood so gracefully when we walked in to the living room you'd have thought she was royalty meeting one of her subjects.
"Holy crap Dad kinda robbing..." Mac caught himself and stopped mid sentence.
"The cradle?" I laughed part out of nerves and part cause Mac had turned red.
Jena floated forward holding out her hand to shake Mac's. I wondered what the fuck she was doing, but knowing her she had something up her sleeve so I stood back and watched.
"You must be the infamous Mac. I'm so happy to meet you."
When he took her hand she pulled herself into him, put both arms around his neck and kissed him like a long lost lover.
It gave me a hellva a start and I'd have probably pulled her off him but the fact that Macs' hands were flailing around like he was trying to save himself from drowning was too damn funny. His hands finally landed on her upper arms, but she kept kissing. If he didn't get a hard on I'd be damned surprised.
When she finally pulled her lips off his and stepped back from him he looked like a deer caught in headlights. He looked at me like I might want to explain what the fuck was going on.
Jena held out her hand to him palm up. That brought his eyes back to her, still looking like he wanted to ask something, but having no clue what the question was.
"Hey buddy, could ya lend me a dime?" Jena's voice was close to breaking.
Macs' face went completely blank, the color drained out of it and his eyes filled with tears.
"Sorry, all I've got's a twenty." It sounded like his throat was closing up on him.
"That's okay buddy, I'm not fussy." Tears rolled down Jena's face now.
The cop was clueless. This had to be some 'thing' of theirs from childhood.
"Jena." It was a statement not a question. "Dear sweet Jesus its Jena." Mach swept her up in his arms spinning around and around with her squealing like a little kid.
When he set her down his hands went to hold her face. "My god you are the most beautiful thing I've seen in 13 plus years." Now he kissed her like he'd returned from war to his lover.
I sat down. I had no idea what the fuck was gonna happen, but I was thinking this all might work out.
A good hour later as I sat in a chair and they were pasted together into what looked like a two headed person on the sofa we talked through when and how she'd arrived here, her new job, plans for the future all of it interspersed with lots and lots of kisses, hugs and caresses.
When Jena took a bathroom break, kissing Mac soundly before she left the room, he got to the point that hadn't been spoken of yet.
"And you didn't call and tell me she had surfaced here six weeks ago because..."
"Because I didn't know if she was staying or going or what to think. Until yesterday I still didn't know. Then this job popped up and I had my answer. By then you were on your way here. Guess I should have called anyhow."
"Are you fucking her?"
I damn near choked to death. "What?"
There was that lop sided smirk again. "She's to hot to handle and more affectionate than most sisters, so expect she's as affectionate in a daughter role. So are you?"
The fact that I stuttered and stammered and tried to form an answer told him I was. My face was the color of an over ripe tomato.
"Ah damn. Well, I guess you're both adults. Shit." Mac went totally serious. He rested his head on the back of the sofa looking at the ceiling.
"You've been hard since she gave you that tongue lashing kiss when you walked in." I looked at his jeans seeing the hard had wilted with our conversation.
Jena walked back into the room, kissing me as she went by. She snuggled to Mac, putting her hand on the inside of his thigh.
I watched him to get a clue where he was going to go with this. Either he'd back out and let Jena and me go on as we had been or he'd try to stake his claim pushing me out. Third option, join in and it'd be a family love affair. Frankly option one or three was fine with me. Option two was not okay, not at all.
"You two hungry? I've got the steaks prepped, just gotta get the grill hot."
Jena pressed her tits into Macs' arm while she ran her hand all the way to his crotch. "I'll get the table ready Daddy. You and Mac get the grill hot." She smiled and put extra emphasis on the word hot.
I saw Mac slide his hand over her ass as she stood up. She paused in place and bent over the coffee table for no apparent reason. Jena locked eyes with me while Mac ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. She stood fast closing her legs together and made a small mewing sound.
When she finally walked away Mac had a red face and a massive hard on. She brushed her hip against my hard cock on the way past me.
"Looks like this is going to be a family affair," I cleared my throat and willed my dick to go limp.
