Sorry for the lack of sex in the last chapter. Felt like it didn't make sense in the overall storyline. Hopefully, this chapter makes up for it!
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Did that just happen? My stepsister jerked me off while my sister watched, and both of them were topless! After going 3 years of no sex, a girl made me cum 3 times in 3 days. That was quite the turnaround.
I would happily lay in my bed, embracing the bliss of what had happened, but unfortunately, I couldn't. My grandparents had called us over for Christmas Eve dinner.
I took a short nap, awakened by a knock on my door and my Dad telling me to get ready. It took me 30 minutes to get ready and downstairs. My dad was the only other one to get ready. I didn't want to be alone with him but didn't want to look like an asshole and go back to my room. I hoped we would sit in awkward silence. My dad had other plans in mind, though.
"Listen, I know I've been tough on you," he said. "You have to understand that I want what's best for you. Can't we revisit college? It's never too late. Some of my coworkers are in college doing their masters now."
"Dad, I'm not against college, but it doesn't make sense to me now. I'm making good money now with room to move up. I know retail isn't as fancy as IT, medicine, or finance, but does that matter? I'm making money, I can support myself. At the end of the day, isn't that all that matters?"
"By your logic, being a drug dealer is ok. He's making money to support himself. Or a hitman? He kills people to support himself."
"Dad! Don't try grouping retail and crime just to make a point. I'm not asking for your approval. All I ask for is to let me make my own decisions."
His hands gripped the table hard, his knuckles turning white. Luckily, before he could lash out, footsteps came down the stairs.
Samantha came down the stairs, dressed in a violet dress that accentuated her curves. She no doubt caught the attention of my dad and me as well. Her dress had a cut that showed off her impressive cleavage. She gave us a twirl and asked, "How do I look? It's not too much, is it? This is our first Christmas with your parents, and I don't want to give off the wrong message."
"My parents will like you even more than they do already once they see you." My dad wrapped her in a hug and planted a kiss on her lips.
She was flustered by the PDA and stopped him, saying I was in the room. However, he didn't pull away until Jackie and Charlotte came down. He gave Samantha one more kiss and rushed us into the car.
On the way to the car, I told Samantha, "Thank you for coming down when you did. He was about to go ballistic at me again. And this time, I promise you, I didn't do anything."
She gave me a sly look as if she didn't believe me but couldn't care if I caused the issue or not. "Oh, Noah, what would you do without me?"
The drive to my grandparents was short, with not much talking taking place. After dinner, my grandma got everyone dessert, which we ate while talking to each other.
"So, when you two girls got to go back to college?" my grandpa asked Jackie and Charlotte.
"I'm flying back on the 4th. I finished all my work before heading out here. That gives me a day to decompress before getting back to the grind," Jackie answered.
"And you darling?"
"On the 2nd," Charlotte replied. "Though I wish I could stay longer. But if I push back my ticket, it'll be a whole lot of money."
"Don't worry about that, Dear," my dad said. "If you want to spend an extra couple of days, I'll take care of the ticket. We would love to spend all the time we can with you."
"Thanks for the offer, but it wouldn't be right to take your money."
"Nonsense. Just say the word and consider it done."
After dinner, the men went to the wet bar while the ladies talked in the living room. My grandpa poured me a whiskey neat, and he was heavy-handed with the pour. From the side of my eye, I could see my dad didn't approve, but he didn't say anything. He also got poured a drink before my grandpa poured one for himself.
"Noah, tell me. How's work?"
"It's great. The holiday season should be wrapping up soon, so we should have some more time to ourselves. But our store did pretty good, and I'm hoping that shows on my next paycheck."
"That's the great thing about sales. Even though your bonuses are less than your actual pay, getting that feels better. Am I right?"
"You are. It motivates me to work harder at my job."
"That's your problem," my dad said. "Money shouldn't motivate you to do a good job. You should do a good job regardless, no matter what you're doing. That's why I hate dealing with salespeople. You know they're ingenuine and only doing it to line their pockets."
"Hold on there, Greg. Sure, they have to make a living, but you can't group all salespeople into that bucket. Me being a good salesman is what got you through college with minimal student loans."
"Yeah, and I regret it. I would've rather borrowed the entire amount."
"Too late for that now, but I'll tell you what you can do. Why don't you pay me back for college then? Adjust it for inflation, too."
Tempers were flaring between them. Sadly, this had become the norm whenever we visited my grandparents. That's why Jackie and I would visit on our own without Dad.
Knowing the longer we stayed, the bigger the problem would be, I texted Jackie to let her know it was time to go. A few minutes later, my grandma and Samantha came into the barroom.
Samantha hooked her arm around my dad's and said, "Honey, how about we head home for the night? I'm getting sleepy."
"Fine by me," he huffed.
Samantha silently apologized to my grandpa for my dad and took him out of the room.
"I don't know what I did to make that boy hate me so much," my grandpa told me. "Hope your relationship isn't like that with him."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but it is."
"Well, you need to salvage it."
"I try at times, but it takes both of us. He's deadset on molding me into someone I don't want to be."
"You're a smart kid. You'll figure it out. Now, get out of here so that hothead father of yours doesn't flip out."
We hugged before I ran out to join the rest of my family in the car.
The car ride was dead quiet, something Jackie and I were used to, but I could tell Charlotte felt uncomfortable. She was assured by Jackie that this was the norm.
Once we got home, Samantha was flirting and whispering to my dad nonstop in an attempt to cool him off. It didn't take long until both of them ran to their bedroom like a couple of high school kids.
Charlotte said, "No surprise what those two are going be doing. What are you going to be doing, Noah?"
"I'm going to sleep. That whiskey is hitting me hard, and Grandpa did not go light on it either."
"Oh, you're not going to ask me for a handjob?" Jackie asked.
Full of liquid confidence, I replied, "If you're offering, I won't say no."
"I'm not," she answered back. Jackie went upstairs, leaving me alone with Charlotte.
She read my mind, answering my question before I could even ask it. "Sorry, but I don't want to wash my hair again."
I sighed and walked back to my room. The whiskey put me to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I didn't wake up until the morning light hit my eyes. I got out of my bed and went straight to the bathroom. When I got out, I passed my dad, who was in an unusually cheery mood, and it didn't take Einstein to figure out why. Men really are simple creatures.
"Good morning, Noah! Merry Christmas! Whenever you're ready, come downstairs. Your mom and I have a surprise for you three."
"Merry Christmas, Dad."
I put on a change of clothes and went downstairs to the living room, where everyone was waiting for me. There were a lot of presents around the Christmas Tree, something I hadn't seen since Mom had passed away.
My Dad stood up to talk to the room, "I know you three are a little too old for presents. But since this is the first Christmas as a family, your mom and I thought we'd spoil you." He reached for a present, read out Jackie's name, and handed it to her.
"I feel bad because I didn't get anyone anything. We haven't celebrated Christmas in so long that I didn't even think of buying gifts. You could have told us," Jackie said.
"Relax, Jackie. Your mother and I are perfectly happy seeing you three open gifts. If you want, we'll give you some money to buy each other gifts. Now, hurry up and open your gifts."
They went all out with the gift-giving. Each of us got a nice piece of clothing, a new phone, and a $250 check. The last surprise was a brunch reservation at the fanciest restaurant downtown.
After getting back home, as Dad said, he gave us even more money to buy gifts for each other. The three of us agreed to go out another day and buy them a gift instead.
Tired from the jam-packed morning, I took a nap, waking up in the evening to delicious smells coming from the kitchen. When I headed downstairs, I saw Samantha setting the table for dinner. She was dressed nicer than usual but not as nice as last night. She was wearing a simple black cocktail dress with a low scooping neckline.
"Look who's up! Would you be a sweetheart and help me set the table? You just need to put out the plates and light the candles."
"Yeah, I got you. Uhm, should I dress up?"
"Huh? Oh, no. I just felt like dressing up a bit. You're ok to wear whatever you like." After setting the table, I ran upstairs to dress up too. I threw on a simple button-down and jeans.
One by one, as the others came down and saw us dressed nicely, they threw on something nice too. Dinner was a great time, and I could tell Dad was ecstatic with the way it turned out. It felt like those dinners that you see in those commercials. We ended up talking for over an hour after everyone had finished their food.
After dinner, Dad suggested we watch a Christmas movie to wrap up the night. Usually, I would have rolled my eyes at it, but tonight it felt right. We decided to go for a Christmas classic to play it safe.
It was a nice way to wrap up the night. At the end of the movie, we all went upstairs to turn in for the night. Somehow, it was nearly midnight by the time I got into bed. I was doom-scrolling on my phone when I thought I heard a subtle knock on my door. Thinking I was hearing things, I didn't acknowledge it. However, a few seconds later, I heard knocking again, this time a little louder than last time.
I cracked open the door to see Jackie and Charlotte waiting outside my door. I let them in, and I saw they were carrying alcohol and red solo cups.
"Uhm, what's going on?"
"We're celebrating Christmas." Jackie cleared some space on my desk for the alcohol and cups and poured everyone a generous shot. She handed Charlotte and me cups and then raised hers in a toast. "To our first Christmas as siblings!"
