Chapter 15
Latkes for lunch... and some corned beef to go with them... with sauerkraut... amazing! You went out of your way, babe!" I told Heather with a sizzling hot kiss, "and I can see that you didn't work alone."
I made a point to kiss each of Heather's helpers, too, especially Melanie, as she was my intended, after all. Paige blushed more than a little, while Janine let her dimples go on full display. Becca just beamed as we began chowing down and making out with each other. The six of us had a definite passion for each other, one that was hard to overlook now. We were all lovers, plain and simple, and odds were that Eddie would just fit right in, wouldn't he? At least that was the impression that we got, anyway.
We all stared at each other and admired the various heavenly bodies as we ate, silently lusting after so much delectable naked flesh. Heather squirmed and she wasn't alone there, just more noticeable as she was nervous about the success of the meal. Well, you couldn't go too far wrong with latkes, corned beef, and sauerkraut in my book. They were the bomb.
I was an East Coast guy, after all, a true Pennsylvania man. I liked my rye bread, my pastrami, my corned beef, my cabbage, and my cheesesteaks. I liked New York-style hand-tossed pizza, though I could see the appeal of pan or Chicago style. I liked a good Polish sausage and a street vendor hot dog with mustard and raw onions. I loved buying food from the Amish in Lancaster County and paying them well for their high quality pies. Culturally, I was more Atlantic City than Las Vegas, that was just how it was.
"Damn, that is fucking awesome!" I finally broke the ice, making Heather blush now, even as she played footsie with me under the lunch table.
"Yep, my girl... our girl here, she's something else," Paige grinned.
"Well, when you decide what, be sure to tell me," Heather retorted with a wink.
"I think that someone's been watching plenty of Jill Hennessy. That was roughly her line, one of the few comic relief moments in an otherwise dark film that she did with Alec Baldwin," I noted.
"Which movie?" Janine asked aloud.
"Nuremberg," I told her, making her gulp.
"About the Nazi war crimes trials there. Yeah, rough topic," Paige agreed before adding some Schadenfreude, "on the other hand, they got what they had coming to them, those pricks."
"Yeah, if there's a Hell, and I had to put people there, they'd be among the very few residents," Becca made a face, disgusted by even the thought of Nazis.
"Speaking as a Jew, I appreciate that sentiment more than a little," Heather replied with a kiss for Becca.
"I'm glad that at least two of my brats will be of the Faith. Something about that really appeals to me, you know. And to know that their mothers will be married to each other... wow! They'll be siblings, won't they? Technically half-siblings, but that distinction blurs a bit when your two stepmoms are a couple. Though, really, truly, I just want us to all live together for good in one house," I confessed.
"Including Eddie?" Becca pouted a little.
"Of course including Eddie! He's not much of a cuck if he's not living with us, is he?" I winked at my sister, making her blush and giggle.
"He really is... cuckish, I suppose. We've mentioned this... it's not true, porn-level cuckery, but it's low-key cuckolding, ain't it? More intense than Mom and Dad, but not stuff you'd see in a copy of Penthouse Forum or Variations. So... you're on board with my earlier idea of us sharing a home... being... physically together, living together... shacked up, right? You're cool with that as a permanent living arrangement," Becca clarified.
"I know that I am, but I'm not your brother! I'm just his fiancee... and I badly want this to happen! I've barely started this whole cohabitation thing and I already know that I'd miss it badly... very badly! By the time that our quarantine is over, I'm not gonna know how to do it without my tribe!" Melanie licked her lips as we ate and conversed, scarcely hiding her enthusiasm for our living situation.
