The bacon was already off the grill; Mom had scrambled eggs almost done when I walked in. I pulled out some bread and put a couple of slices into the toaster, and moments later saw mom out of the corner of my eye walking up to the sink from behind me. Glancing over at her, I watched as she stuck the now emptied pan into the sink, seeing the sizzle of running water turning to steam on the hot pan as she began to rinse and wash it. "Have you two been having sex all summer?" she asked, without turning to face me.
"That's the first time since we've been back." I honestly replied.
"Really?" She looked at me now, presumably ascertaining whether I was telling the truth.
"Yes. You suggested we leave summer
traditions
for vacations, and we did, at least until last night."
"Why last night?" The toast popped up, and I pulled it out, sticking it on a plate and heading toward the table, mom following right behind.
"She just said she wanted to say goodbye... and that she was horny."
"Did she come to you?"
"Yes." She nodded her head. I could tell she wasn't done talking.
"Having sex with someone who's right there all the time is easy, but it can complicate
other
relationships."
"I know, Mom."
"Do I need to talk to Andrea?"
"I don't think so. She knows."
~
I had not looked for Stephanie, had not expected to see her as soon as I did. The previous semester we had met at a frat party, this time she was sitting outside the commons with what I presumed was her now boyfriend. I decided to jerk her chain a bit.
"What are you doing with my girlfriend?" I said antagonistically when I walked up without her seeing me. Her head jerked over to see me, and I saw the "Oh Shit!" look flash across her face as she jumped up between us. I immediately broke into a smile, letting her know I was putting her (and him) on. "Just joshing, we're good," I said to her, and then addressing her friend, "we had a thing for a while last year, but we broke it off at the start of the summer." We chatted for a few moments, Stephanie obviously very uncomfortable to begin with, her discomfort confirming to me that this was, or soon would be, her new boyfriend. Either way, I didn't care -- she was the past. Knowing I had already exceeded my welcome, I reached out and took Steph's hand and pulled her to me. "Hey -- we're good," I whispered into her ear, so just she could hear, and gave her a quick goodbye peck on her cheek before I released her and walked away.
~
The school year went by in a blur. I did not return home again until Christmas break. 6 weeks off before the start of the spring semester allowed me to return for the first time since I had gone away. I could almost have returned home at Thanksgiving, but with the end of semester just a few weeks away, it did not seem worthwhile to make the full day trip both ways, for just a couple of days at home. For the first time in my life, I was not home for Thanksgiving, so was anxious to see everyone by then. Although hitting the beaches was out of the question as the weather was too cold, picking up with my friends, chasing beers and chasing girls was not, although it wasn't quite the same as it had been. I realized that just being gone for another semester, I was growing distant from my old friends. I found myself almost wishing I was still at school.
Andrea, not entirely unexpectedly, had a new boyfriend. I had hooked up with a couple of girls at school, and except for some good sex, nothing had come of those relationships. Coming home, I'd wondered whether Andrea had found a new beau or not, whether she'd be horny or not, but hadn't even thought about whether our "Christmas Tradition" was going to repeat this year or not. Apparently, Andrea had, although she went to spend early Christmas Eve evening with her boyfriend and his family, she returned home at a reasonable hour. When mom acted surprised, saying that she thought she wouldn't be home until late, Andrea said "Oh, I couldn't miss
all
of Christmas Eve and the tree trimming... we've got so many good Christmas
traditions
to keep up." She'd purposely glanced my way with an enigmatic smile after she said that when mom looked away, and I was absolutely certain what that meant. I wasn't disappointed; several hours later she joined me on the balcony as we once again watched our parents party to their own Christmas Eve tradition. Unlike when I'd left for school, Andrea wouldn't fuck or go down on me as she currently had a boyfriend, but didn't hesitate on getting naked and we masturbated each other, just as we had the year before, except this time she also let me suck on her nipples, even indicating that she wanted me to by pulling my head to her breast. That orgasm for her was quite intense, my fingers on her clit and her nipples alternating in my mouth, her hand holding my head in place. After she'd cum when I tried to reposition to go down on her she wouldn't let me and, when I suggested we move it to one of our bedrooms, she said no, she had a boyfriend, and firmly closed her bedroom door when we finally went to bed.
With my friends in their own lives and my sister with a boyfriend, I found myself bored stiff. I ended up returning to school a full week before I needed to, finding myself just as bored with nobody else yet returned to campus either. Unusually, I found myself reading the textbook and finally 'getting' a class that I had to take Part 2 of that next semester. When the class started, for once I was not totally lost and ahead of most everyone else and ended up with an almost perfect score for a class that I had almost failed the first part of. Maybe there was something to this "studying" after all. It was not until after school was done in early May that I returned home again.
~
"...oh my, that would be wonderful!" I heard my mom say over the phone as she walked into the kitchen talking to someone unknown, "When do you think you'd be here... three weeks... I am sure that we'd work something out... You and Mary both... He's not coming... That could be fun..." I heard just enough to decipher that she was probably talking with Aunt Tracy, the "you and Mary both" and "three weeks" intriguing my thoughts as I listened in. I just waited, most of the conversation being unintelligible for me as they caught up with each other. Eventually I left, going out to play a little "Call of Duty" on-line, where Mom found me quite a bit later.
"Interested in some visitors in about three weeks?" she asked, after I had paused the game and exited a level. In typical fashion, she had stepped directly in front of me, blocking the screen. I had to admit, it was about the only way to get my attention when I was engrossed in gaming.
"Why?" I answered, a bit perturbed at her interruption. Why is it when playing games that we get so engrossed that we think it's more important than life? "Aunt Tracy and Mary coming to visit?"
"How did you know that?" she asked in return, surprise in her voice. That she'd totally been ignorant that I had been in the kitchen and overheard part of the conversation didn't surprise me, an earthquake could happen when she was focused on one thing and she might never really know it. I explained that I had overheard enough to figure something was happening.
~
Greeting Aunt Tracy and Mary and inviting them into our house was as much an affair as them greeting us the previous summer on the farm. They arrived on a Tuesday, a day Andrea was home and off work, and immediately she and Mary were off to her room. I hung out with Mom and Dad and Aunt Tracy for a while as they got caught up on everything. I had sort of known that Uncle Roy had not come with them but didn't quite understand why. That he just didn't like to travel by car, wasn't interested in viewing Yellowstone, or the Grand Tetons, or Bryce Canyon, or Zion, as they came to California, and had no desire to see Universal Studios, or Sea World, or Disneyland or the like, seemed like a foreign idea to me -- but that had been his choice and the excuse. Apparently, he was a home-body farmer at heart.
I had no prior knowledge of what Tracy and Mary wanted to do in California but, that they had hoped that we all might be able to join them, almost immediately came up. That Andrea almost assuredly would not be able to join them immediately became clear.
~
"Argh! I can't!" Andrea said, "I've got to work Saturday!" The question had been whether we could all join them to spend the day at Sea World, which was easily changed to Sunday, and the four of us did join them for that day. But the next question, of whether we could get away to join them for a trip to Los Angeles, in particular whether someone else might like to drive in the City known for its traffic instead of either of them (who considered two cars on main street at the same time a traffic jam), was this time greeted with a bunch of sad faces. They were planning on going to LA on Wednesday, seeing the armpit of California known as Hollywood that afternoon, and then spending the next few days seeing other attractions. With Andrea working and needing the money for school, it would be Mom and Dad and me, and then the clinker came in when Mom and Dad confessed that the cruise they were planning for their 25th Wedding Anniversary later in the summer required the use of all available vacation time for this year. Suddenly, it was just me available.
I admit the thought of being at a hotel with my Aunt and Cousin immediately got me to wondering whether there was any way that Mary might be able to sneak into my room, even before I said I was available to join them. And then the thought of cost and realizing I did not really have much money to spend, especially on pricey tourist traps, had me admit that I really could not afford to go either. Mom and Dad solved that when they jumped in and said they would pick up the cost of tickets just so that we could host them the way that they had hosted us the year before. When I asked about where we would stay, Aunt Tracy said they already had hotel rooms booked and paid for and they had that covered. When I did acknowledge that I could get away, and unlike everyone else had no time constraints, I saw the twinkle in Mary's eye; that she had naughty ideas similar to mine, I had no doubt.
