All characters in this story are over 21. It is completely fictional. I have picked up immediately from where Part 1 ended.
Even though we were going to be hanging out, we had a family tradition where my mother would not accept jeans or sweats for Thanksgiving. It was understood that we would dress "up". I put on a Blue, button down shirt, tie, and khaki pants and dress shoes which I laughingly referred to as the man uniform.
I went downstairs and mom asked me to set the table.
"Why do I always have to set the table?"
Laughing, my mother, in her best mock angry voice said,"You have been asking me that for thirty years and you can ask me for thirty more and the answer is the same...because I told you!"
After setting the table, I went into my living room. My father had already claimed the recliner leaving the couch and loveseat. Dad had a football pre-game on so I sat down in the loveseat. As soon as I sat down, my mom called me.
"Chris, where is your sister? Can you call her?"
"Oh come on Mom, I just sat down."
Before I could say another word, my sister called down from the steps, "Coming, mom."
I looked up to see her coming down the steps and she winked at me as she continued down the steps.
Holy shit, I thought to myself. How the hell am I going to get through dinner with her dressed like that?
My sister had put on a short black miniskirt with black tights, and a tight red sweater that although it was not low cut, hugged her just right, along with some flats. I guess the only thing I could think of was it was classic, sorority girl, I'm too cute look. However, all I could think about was throwing her down on the couch and doing her.
"You look cute honey," my mom said.
"What do you think big brother?" she asked, looking at me with a big smile.
"You look very nice, Terry," I said, adding, "Who knew you cleaned up so well?" which brought me an immediate one finger salute with her tongue sticking out as she walked into the kitchen.
"Honestly, you two stop it! You're acting like little kids," my mom scolded with a smile on her face.
At that moment, my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Chris, this is Mrs. Kramer."
"Oh hi, what can I do for you?"
"Well I made an appetizer and a desert and I need some help bringing them over."
"Oh sure, no problem at all. I'll be right over," I said as I punched the off button.
"Was that your girlfriend next door?" my sister said.
"Shut up. Girlfriend, right," I said with disdain.
"What did she want?" asked my mom.
"She needs some help bringing over some stuff so I'll be right back."
"Ok, and you two had better start behaving or I'll send you to your rooms!" said my mom.
I walked outside and thought it was pretty cold today as I went up and rang the doorbell.
When the door opened my jaw almost dropped as she let me in and closed the door. I thought I detected a hint of alcohol on her breath as she walked by me but that wasn't why I was surprised. She was wearing a white blouse with a Blue sweater over it, and a black skirt with black nylons and heels. The skirt was knee length but had a generous slit on the side.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Mrs. Kramer."
"Happy Thanksgiving to you too young man, "she said with a smile for the first time ever.
"Mrs. Kramer, if you don't mind me saying so, you look very pretty."
Upon hearing that, her smile widened a bit to display a perfect array of white teeth.
"Why thank you very much. It's always nice to get a compliment from a handsome young man."
Man, I must be a in a Twilight Zone episode, I thought to myself. She's actually being nice to me. It's either the weather, the booze, or something else, maybe sunspots.
"Here, Chris, grab this plate for me please and I'll carry this tray."
I opened the door and let her pass by and I caught a whiff of some perfume that absolutely smelled fantastic, like freshly cut roses. She locked the door and then we walked over and I opened the door for her to go in.
My Dad stood up and went to grab the tray from her.
"HI there, you must be Donna. I'm Fred, Chris's father," he said carrying it to the kitchen, "And this is my wife Joanie, and my daughter, Terry."
As he made the introductions, I could see my Dad having a hard time taking his eyes off of her cleavage which was tastefully yet graciously displayed. While not low cut, the blouse definitely accentuated her ample bosom.
After exchanging pleasantries, my Mom and Mrs. Kramer gave Terry some apps to bring out while my Dad poured drinks for everyone. We all went out to sit down and of course, my Dad took the recliner again with my mother and Mrs. Kramer sitting on the couch, leaving me and my sister to share the love seat. Mrs. Kramer was on the closest side of the couch and when she crossed her legs, the slit revealed quite a few of her legs, to the point that I started to wonder if she was wearing a garter and stockings. My sister sat down next to me and as she did, her skirt rode up a bit giving me a very nice view of her toned nylon covered thighs.
That little shit, I thought. She is trying to turn me on.
