This is a sequel to "Together for the Holidays". Some wanted a sequel, some didn't. Well, here it goes. If you liked where it ended then you don't have to keep reading. I even eliminated most of the ellipses this time.
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Dinner was great. It was like a portal in time. Bill was the odd one out, but other than that they talked and joked as if nothing had changed. It was eerie, but not in a bad way. Like a friendly ghost, or a christmas gift from Santa, Terry decided not to question it. Happiness overcame Terry and he found himself unnaturally relaxed and calm.
As he helped his mother with the dishes she started, "I don't know what you said to her, but thank you."
"It's nothing." Terry shrugged. He hoped she couldn't hear the hesitation, but knew that she could. His mother had a way with silence. It forced him to continue. "She's, um, having trouble with Bill." Not a complete lie.
"Anything you can talk about?"
Terry chuckled. "Nope."
"Well, I'm glad you could help her. I wish she'd talk to me more about these things, but I'm glad you are there for her. I know how hard it must be for you."
"Yea..." Hard was right.
"I can take care of the rest."
"You sure?"
"It's fine. Let me be your mom again." Terry smiled and let her at it. He walked into the living room to find the rest of them on the couch watching another game. Trisha seemed mildly interested. Bills wall like arm cemented her shoulders in place and hid most of her from Terry's view. He wasn't sure what he felt when he saw that. He hadn't given Bill much thought before. Now that he knew how Trisha felt Terry was filled with uncertainty. He knew how to treat a sister, a girlfriend, or a distant relative. But he didn't know how to feel about Trisha.
Whatever his feeling about the arm around her, it wasn't positive. His strong and well defined arm seemed to remind Terry of how weak and undefined his relationship was. Unsettled. That was a good word. Terry felt unsettled.
He took a shower and went up to his room to find solace in sleep. He pulled the covered up over him. He closed his eyes, feeling the familiar creeks that signaled feet going up stairs and the opening and closing of doors. His mother and father entered their room, and Trisha took Bill to hers. Even when the creaks ceased he found himself awake. He could not shake the memories of the park. It was more Trisha's words than her actions, strangely, that troubled him. He should have felt more wrong about what they did, but he didn't. He felt more anxious about what she said.
She said she would never leave him, but what did that mean? He believed she meant it, but surely she did not think they would live together or make a family together. Is that what she wanted? Is that what Terry wanted?
He felt more creaking. He looked to his bedside clock. One in the morning already? And he still did not feel tired. Who else could be awake this late?
The creaks settled by his door and he heard it open. He turned his head behind him as light pierced the shadows of his eyes and the dark outline of Trisha emerged from the portal. She was clad in some light pajamas.
"Hey. Mind if I come in?" He heard her whisper.
"Sure." He said, without thought. She took it as an invitation to sit down on the bed behind him after closing the door carefully. "What's going on?" he asked casually, still looking away.
She squirmed nervously. "Hey, remember when we were little, and sometimes you'd come to my room because you had a nightmare, and my room was closer than our parents?"
"I remember you'd call me a big baby each time." Terry replied.
"Well, remember when we'd sleep next to each other?"
"That was a long time ago."
She paused, "Can I come under the covers?" Her voice broke when she asked. Terry sighed.
"Fine." He saw and felt her crawl around and in front of him weave inside the sheets so his body hid hers from the door. She was not near tears like before, but she seemed very nervous. "Anything else?"
"Well, I remember you used to cuddle up to me." She continued. "It would always help me sleep at least."
"Are you actually scared?" Terry asked. He wasn't sure if it was fear or arousal on her face.
"A little." She admitted. "About the future."
"What do you want?" Terry asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, in the future. Us. What do you want?" He asked. "I assume Bill doesn't know you're here."
"Who cares about Bill-"
"I care about Bill! Well, I care about his fists at least. And I don't know, maybe he's a cool guy too. Maybe he doesn't deserve this."
"I'll break up with him if you want." Trisha shrugged. "If that makes you feel better-"
"But what's the point?" Terry asked again. "We go out and buy a log cabin in the woods away from anybody? Change our names and elope?"
"If that's what you want-"
"Well, maybe it isn't. Maybe I want a job and a family, or have a normal life. Maybe I want to know what you want, what your plans are."
Trisha looked away and fidgeted, trying to find words. "All I know is what I want now, and I want you." Terry didn't have an answer for that. "If you want me to leave I will. I told you that. And if you want me to break up with Bill, I'll do that too. But what I really want..." She looked him in the eyes. "I want you. And I want you to want me. And I want you to be happy. If you want me to touch you, I will. Just like before. If you want to touch me... I would really like that. We could go further, if you wanted. I'd like that too. To be honest, I'm so horny right now I could probably get off to anything you wanted to do," She hid half her face under the covers in embarrassment. "Or if you want me to keep talking, I can do that. I can keep telling you about everything I want to do to you. Everything I want you to do to me. It," she swallowed hard, "It really feels good. It feels good to be able to talk about this after so long. And not just in a sexy way. I never trusted anyone else enough to say anything. So, I guess I want to ask," She looked him in the eyes, "What do you want?"
That was an intriguing question. Terry was finding the covers a bit hot, even though Trisha was still keeping her distance. "I guess," He started. "Cuddling is a good start."
Trisha smiled and rolled her back to Terry. Then she inched back until her backside was against the erection budding in his boxers. He put one arm under her and she took the other to wrap around her waist. Her clothes were soft and sensual and caressed him as much as much as they did her.
"Just for tonight," Trisha whispered. "Anything you want. I want you to take it." Terry gulped. "If this isn't going to last... touch me everywhere. No regrets." Her hands guided his. One went between her legs, the other between her unbound breasts "Don't be afraid to go underneath." She sighed as he touched her. She began grinding her rear into him. "Whenever you want I can move. You can tell me to leave. Or you can tell me to go under the covers." She lightly moaned as his hand traveled up her leg on it's own, finding moisture. "I can be clean with my mouth. Or dirty with my ass, if you still have that lube in your bedside table. I'm on the pill, so you could take me..." he caressed her wet groin and felt her shiver, "There. That would be nice. Or I could do all three, one after the other. Or we could just stay like this." His bulge found a crevice between her cheeks and she continued grinding, "And you can cum all over me."
