For the next three months, Jennifer and Shawn fucked 3-4 times a week (not including their weekly threesomes with Deborah), and Shawn was now sleeping in his mother's bed. One lazy Saturday morning, Shawn woke up to find his mother's side of the bed empty. He could smell bacon cooking so he got up, pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and headed downstairs.
"Hey mom." he said, as he walked into the kitchen.
"Morning honey." she said, "You hungry?"
"I could eat." he said sitting at the butcher block counter.
Jennifer was dressed in a short silk blue robe that her husband had bought her for their fifth wedding anniversary that showed off her toned, sexy legs that just last night had been wrapped around Shawn.
"Good, because breakfast is ready."
As they ate, Jennifer suddenly remembered something, "Oh! It's that time again."
"Already?" Shawn asked.
"Yeah, I talked to Aunt Patty two days ago. They'll be here Friday."
Jennifer was talking about the visit of her identical twin sister Patricia and her son Chaz. Patricia always jokingly called Jennifer her baby sister because she was born six minutes before Jennifer. Luckily their parents didn't think it was cute to dress the girls in identical outfits. Their father used to joke it was easier to tell them apart that way. When the two were older, they went to far as to style their hair differently to further help their friends tell them apart. They kept up the different hair styles most of their lives, with Patricia even dyeing her hair black for a brief time. Not including when they were babies, there were only a handful of times they both had the exact same hairstyle. After their kids were born, the only other way to tell them apart were the tattoos they got of their children's names and birthdates. Patricia had gotten married two years before her sister and got pregnant just a month before Jennifer.
Since Shawn and Chaz were only a month apart in age, they had a built-in best friend, and their mothers often made playdates for the boys so they could gossip and generally catch up with each other while the boys played. However Patricia's husband switched jobs when the boys were 3, and unfortunately it required them to move nearly 2 hours away. Since they couldn't get together quite as often they came to an arrangement, every year they would get together around the three major school breaks. Spring break, summer vacation and winter break. This worked out perfectly as the boys were born in the spring, so they celebrated their birthdays at the same time (in April, closer to Shawn's), they usually waited until late July/early August to visit in the summer, and in the winter they tried to squeeze their visit in between Thanksgiving and Christmas (closer to Christmas). They would alternate years, one year Patricia would host her sister's family for the three annual visits, then the next year Jennifer would play hostess.
Unfortunately when the boys were only 5, Patricia's husband was killed in a traffic accident when a drunk driver ran a red light and t-boned his car killing both men instantly. Jennifer did her best to console her broken hearted sister, and that, along with several months of therapy helped Patricia move on with her life. The three annual visits helped.
This year it was Patricia's turn to make the trek to Jennifer's. The visits usually lasted two or three weeks, depending on how their schedules looked. The upcoming visit would be three weeks.
"But that means..." Shawn said.
"Don't worry, I have a plan." Jennifer said, "Tell you what, when we get done eating what say we take a nice relaxing bath and I'll tell you all about it, okay?"
"You just want to get me naked." Shawn said.
"Yeah, and?" Jennifer asked, popping a piece of toast into her mouth and smirking at her son. "You have a problem with that?"
"Did I say I did?"
"Didn't think so."
Later, as the two relaxed in the tub, Jennifer outlined her plan.
"You sure that's gonna work?" Shawn asked when Jennifer was done.
"Trust me." Jennifer said, with a mischievous smirk on her face.
Friday afternoon there was a knock at the door. Shawn opened the door to see his aunt and cousin standing there.
"We don't want any." he said before pretending to close the door in their faces.
"Very funny." Patricia said, pushing the door open.
"Shawn!" Jennifer chided her son as she got up from the couch.
"It was a joke mother, calm down." Shawn said, rolling his eyes, "Hi Aunt Patty, good to see you again."
"You too sweetheart," Patricia said, hugging Shawn, "God Jenny, what are you feeding this boy, Miracle-Gro? He's got to be almost six feet tall now."
"You just saw him five months ago, Patty, he hasn't shot up that much." Jennifer said, hugging her sister.
Chaz stepped into the house and hugged Jennifer. "Hey Aunt Jenny."
"Hi, Chaz."
Shawn turned to his cousin and the two tapped fists. "S'up bro?" Chaz said.
Due to the time the two boys spent together as babies and toddlers, they were pretty close despite only seeing each other in person three times a year. They stayed in daily contact through social media, texting and playing video games online.
"Come on upstairs," Shawn said, "I owe you an ass-kicking for that last game of Mortal Kombat."
"Hey, it's not my fault you suck." Chaz laughed, grabbing his bag and following Shawn up to his room.
"Oh, really?" Shawn said, "We'll see who sucks when I rip your fucking spine out!"
"Come at me bro!"
Jennifer and Patricia laughed as the boys headed upstairs and sat on the couch.
"You look good sis. Happier than I've seen you in a while." Patricia said.
"Things have been really good lately." Jennifer said, "You want a glass of wine?"
"I'd love one."
Jennifer got up and poured two glasses of wine and rejoined her sister on the couch. "I see we have matching hair again."
"Yeah, I let it grow out."
"Oh, come on! That is such bullshit!" Chaz yelled from upstairs, followed by Shawn laughing hysterically.
"Now who sucks?"
"Boys," Jennifer sighed, and rolled her eyes.
"I've missed you sis." Patricia said, and leaned forward and kissed Jennifer, who eagerly returned the kiss.
"I missed you too Patty," Jennifer gasped. "But you know the rules."
"I know, I know," Patricia sighed, "No sex until the boys go to sleep. But it's been five months. I want you so bad."
