The New Neighborhood - Sam and Dan celebrate their Birthdays
Originally, there had been a plan to wait and celebrate Sam, Dan, and Rick's birthdays together. Melissa contacted me, and told me that she really wanted Rick to have a separate celebration, as she was inviting her father to celebrate with them. I didn't question her request, and Rick's birthday celebrations, as you know, were a big success.
Now, as we approached the last weekend in August, Dan, the youngest in the neighborhood, would be turning eighteen. We had never had a special celebration for more than one boy at a time, but since Dan and Sam spent a lot of time together it seemed it might be comforting for them to share the experience.
Heather reached out to Kate, Sam's sister, to invite her over to discuss the logistics. Trixie, Dan's sister, lives with us, and is involved in most everything we do. Both Trixie and Kate were excited to be planning the combined party, and giddy about finally getting to fuck their little brothers.
It was Monday evening and I had just finished a long day of work. I had reached out to several existing clients, and made some new contacts. I enjoy the variety of work that I get as an engineering consultant, but I was ready for a break. I smiled to myself as I was looking forward to Kate's visit, and to the birthday party, at the end of the week.
Kate gave a courtesy knock, before she opened the door, and joined Heather, Trixie, and me in the kitchen.
"Hi everyone", chirped Kate as she bounced in and hugged each of us.
As I held her in my arms, she tipped her head, looked up at me, and licked her lips. I responded to the invitation, leaned in, and pressed my lips to hers. My tongue reached out, and was soon dueling with hers. Our bodies reacted to our shared passion. Kate squirmed, and my cock got hard.
"Phew!" giggled Kate as we broke the kiss. "I needed that."
"Hold that thought," smiled Heather. "You can have some more Daddy time after we discuss the party."
"Yeah, the party. I think we need to go slow with these two, at least with Sam," began Kate.
"What are your concerns?" piped up Trixie.
"I don't know for sure but I think that Sam might be gay," sighed Kate.
"Why are you sighing? If he is gay, then we should let him to be comfortable with that," I counseled.
"Ohhhh, I was just being selfish. He's so cute, and I've been thinking about how much fun we'll have together. But, you're right, Tom. It's most important that he's able to be himself," smirked Kate.
"Let's be careful with Sam. Sometimes boys who appear to have no interest in girls are just shy. They don't know how to talk to them, and the result is that they objectify them,"
"So, we need to get them talking before overwhelming them with physical contact?" asked Heather
"That makes a lot of sense," smiled Trixie. "But, now that you brought it up, I'm not sure about Dan's orientation. Something about all the changes in the neighborhood has left him a little depressed."
"Think about it," I began. "Dan and Sam are a bit isolated right now. They aren't stupid, and I'm sure that with the changes in Hugh and Rick, they are finding video games, and endless porn, to be less than mundane."
"You're right, Dad. It would be more surprising if they weren't feeling isolated," added Heather.
"Has either of them mentioned any interest in, or made any comments about, any of the women in the neighborhood?" I asked.
Both Trixie and Kate replied in unison, "Molly!" and laughed.
"And I've also noticed Dan paying more than a little attention to Claire. I think he may have seen her fucking Dad," added Trixie.
"So should we include the two of them in the party on Friday?" I asked.
"Ummm, Tom," began Trixie. "You know, Molly has a little fetish for barely legal young men. So, if you want her to speak to you ever again, Molly needs to be included," she laughed.
"And Claire lives here, but because of her relationship with Hugh, she may choose not to participate, but we should at least invite her," opined Heather.
"One small correction, to which I'm sure she would agree. Molly's feelings are more than just a little fetish. They are a total obsession!" I quipped, and the girls all laughed
"Do we want to order a cake like we did for the other two parties?" asked Heather.
"Last time, we got so busy, with Rick's big cock, that we totally forgot about the cake," recalled Heather, as she squirmed a little at the thought of Rick's monumental penis probing her pussy.
"I think to be fair, that we should order another and if we don't use it, we can bring it to the neighborhood party on Saturday," I interjected.
Heather started laughing, "Dad, really, you're going to order a cake, just so you can see Maria again?"
"It's a birthday party, and there should be a cake. If Maria delivers the cake, I'll give her a big tip," I smiled and defended myself.
"I'm sure she'd be happy with that, but you should give her some money too," giggled Trixie.
"Maria is one of Molly's students, and I don't want to do anything that would compromise that student/teacher relationship," I chided.
"Ohhh Fuuuccck! She's that Maria," sparked Trixie. "She's smoking hot!"
"OK, we're getting off topic," smiled Kate. "So, we're all going to gather at 4:00 on Friday, and arrange to have Sam and Dan join us at 5:00. It will be this group, plus Molly, and possibly Claire," she summarized.
"Yes, that sounds right, and I think we should start off low-key and talk to the young men about anything that is on their minds, including any concerns, and any preferences." I interjected.
"You're right, Tom. As long as we're sensitive to their needs everything should work out," smiled Kate.
"Would you like to stay for dinner, Kate?" I asked while getting out some glasses for wine.
"I'd love to!" She replied. "Where are Molly, Mike and Claire?"
"They should be home soon. Molly had some work to do at the University. Claire has finished High School. Mike is helping her sign up for classes, and they are getting her name on the housing list."
"That's great news! We should do something to celebrate her accomplishment," exclaimed Trixie. "I know my dad would enjoy celebrating with her," she winked.
On Tuesday, I was getting caught up on some work when Claire knocked on my open office door. "Do you have a minute," she asked hesitantly.
"Is something wrong?"
"No,but something has been haunting me since the day I arrived," she admitted through sad eyes.
I opened my arms to her and she came and sat on my lap. "What is it," I asked, fearing that it was something I had done.
"It's not you or anything about this neighborhood, I love it here," she assured me. "I keep thinking about the homeless people around here. I think about how close I came to being one of them, and I want to do something to help them. I don't have a lot of money saved, but I have quite a bit from cleaning pools. And I also received generous tips," she smirked.
"So you want to make a donation?" I asked, seeking clarity.
"Yes, and I know it's probably dumb, but since I have a full scholarship to the University that includes tuition, room, and a food allowance, I would like to use some of what I have to supply some food to the shelter. It's that feeling of hunger that I had, when I was wandering the streets, that I can't forget."
"Can I make a suggestion?"
