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This is all running through my head when, sounding like he just woke up, Weston says, “Let’s go take a shower. The one in here ought to be large enough to accommodate all of us.”
So we all amble into the master bath. It’s nice and roomy, just as he’d said. I’ve never been in here other than the quick peek hegave us the day we showed up. I watch as Weston gets rid of his condom, chuckling at the rather huge amount of cum trapped in it. We all pile into the shower, looking both worn out and tremendously satisfied. Being surrounded by so much male skin and muscle makes me… well… tingle. I want to rub up against them like a cat.
So… I do just that.
Seventeen
Callum
Seemingly out of the blue,Petra leans into me and says, “Callum, I’m sure Weston and I would be fine about it if you wanted to take the night off from cooking tonight. You’ve been so generous with your time and talents since we moved in, wouldn’t you like break? We could take you to a restaurant or order takeout.”
Stroking her soft skin, I look at both of them and answer, “Are you tired of my cooking already?”
“No!” she gasps.
At the same time, Weston protests, “Not ever!”
“We just want to make sure we’re not taking advantage of you,” she assures me.
“Well, I might take you up on it soon, but not tonight.”
“Why not tonight?” she asks.
It’s a fair question, and suddenly I feel rather sheepish about this. “We have company coming. In fact, they ought to be here in about an hour. I’m sorry I neglected to tell you. I got sidetrackedwith everything we had going on today. But that’s one of the reasons I wanted to go shopping for stuff for dinner.”
“Who’s coming?” Weston asks.
“Oh, um… just my mom, dad, brother, one of my sisters, and my grandmother.”
“And you didn’t tell us?” Petra squeaks, taking a step back.
“Uh… sorry?”
She nudges us out of her way so she can rinse her hair and dashes out of the shower hollering, “I need to get ready, and the house needs to be vacuumed, and the table needs to be set, and…” her semi-hysterical voice becomes inaudible over the sound of the shower as she zips out of the bathroom heading toward her room. The dogs all chase her down the hall, ready for action.
“What’s the big deal?” I ask Weston, who has an amused look on his face.
“I guess she’s nervous about meeting the fam. And you did spring it on us pretty last minute. Admit it, did you want to keep us from worrying about it all day?”
I sigh and reluctantly confess, “It may have crossed my mind. I didn’t want to stress either of you out anymore than you’re already feeling, but my mom insisted that this was the only time they all had when everyone could come because of their crazy work schedules. They all want to see this place and meet you, and my brother and sister have to leave for school soon. Anyway, they’re a relaxed bunch. They never expect much, and they don’t pass judgment, so it ought to be pretty painless. I planned a simple main course that won’t take a lot of time to put together, and they’re pitching in with side dishes and dessert.”
“It’s fine with me. I’d love to meet them all, but I get the sense from Petra that she isn’t always great in family situations.”
“Makes sense since she’s never had much of one to deal with. We’ll have to do our best to make her feel comfortable.” As Ispeak, I become distracted by Weston absently soaping up his dick and balls, so I step closer to him and take the soap from his hand. His eyes light up as I lather my junk up too and press against him. I take hold of his dick along with my own and use both hands to soap them up together, rubbing them as one. It’s convenient that we’re close to the same height because we’re a perfect fit. Weston makes a happy sound, and boom, I’m hard. He’s hard. We’re the hard(y) boys. I lean in to kiss him and keep stroking up and down on our shafts.
The friction feelssogood.
Things are starting to feel really, reallygood when we hear a snort coming from the bathroom door, “Come on out of there you two sex maniacs! We have company coming, and the house needs to be cleaned up. The dogs need to be fed, and most of all, you two need to get dressed!” Petra is on a tear now, and I guess the shower fun time is over. Too bad. We turn to look at her, and she’s already dried her hair and gotten herself dressed in a pretty outfit I’ve never seen. She looks incredible. Boy, that was fast. Or maybe we’ve been messing around and lost track of time. I give Weston a regret-filled kiss, and we rinse off.
“The house is clean enough, Petra,” he says as he wraps a towel around himself. “We just vacuumed and dusted two days ago.”
She seems momentarily distracted by the water droplets making their way down his sculpted torso, and asks, “Huh?”
Then she shifts her glance to me when I step up behind him, saying, “Plus, we can eat outside since it’s great weather this evening, and I planned to use the grill.”
God, she’s gorgeous and responsive to us. The look on her face says she’s ready to lie down and do the deed right this moment. But she gives her head a minute shake and asks, “Is the downstairs bathroom clean?”
I smile at her. My family would crack up if they knew how seriously Petra is taking their arrival. We’re just a simple Hoosier family who loves to get together to eat until we burst and drink lots of beer. I know they’ll love Petra and Weston. And the dogs.
