Chapter 2: Naked and Not Afraid

During a delicious dinner, Tillie interrogated me at length. After several questions, I put up my hand.

“Diane asked these questions on our dates. I do not believe she didn’t come home and give you a complete rundown, Matilda.”

“Don’t be confused, Jeff. Our family has its quirks, but we are loving and loyal. Remember what my mother said to you about me and my sister. I swore I would put my family first for the rest of my life, starting when Annie came back to us from the hospital.

“I’m asking you questions because you need to confirm that what you told Mom then is the same thing you’re telling me now. If you’re being honest, you will be consistent. I’m not saying you’re dishonest; I’m saying this is a chance for you to impress us.”

“That’s fair, I understand that.”

“Jeffrey, I want to be extra clear. We’ll get along fine with just three rules. You don’t hurt my mother, you don’t hurt my sister, and you never speak the name ‘Matilda’ again. You might see a thin and naked girl with her boobs hanging out and ass gristle, but fuck with me, and I will stomp your face into jelly. Don’t think I won’t or can’t.”

Both daughters were in my line of sight. Annie silently questioned the words, “Ass gristle?”

Tillie understood, and explained to Annie how I was making fun of her ass; to me Tillie explained that her sister didn’t like to speak while she was in dog mode.

“So if I asked Annie to ‘speak,’ she would...”

I heard a realistic “bark-bark” from her accompanied by a broad smile, which I returned. Holy cow, this girl was pretty. I couldn’t help saying so.

“Annie, your mother tried to tell me people criticized your looks when you were younger. I’m not disbelieving them, but you are very beautiful now. Also, I have a very strong urge to take your sister with me, track down those morons, and stomp their faces into jelly. Tillie and I need to go shopping for steel-toed boots. When we’re finished with them, you can lick our faces.”

Annie noisily scraped her chair back over the floor, stood, walked around the table to me, and squeezed me in a tight hug. Mm, nice.

“It’s been too long since a naked woman has hugged you, Jeff,” I thought. Then she surprised me further.

“No violence needed, but thank you, Jeff,” Annie whispered in my ear. But she caught herself and returned to dog mode. She dragged the tip of her tongue over my cheek and sat back down.

“Did you see that?” Tillie gaped at us. “Mom, you need to keep this guy. Annie likes him. Hell, *I* like him. Hey, Jeff, you got a little brother?”

“Sorry, Tillie, just a sister.”

“I’ll just have to share you with Mom, then.”

“HEY!” Diane had been watching the conversations until that moment, but now she disliked what she was hearing.

“I told you, hands off my boyfriend! Get your ass up and clear the table. Annie, would you serve the ice cream?”

She responded with a little “ruff.” I got caught watching her ass while she reached up to pull the dessert from the top compartment of the fridge, now my favorite kitchen appliance.

“I’m not kidding, Diane. I predicted your daughters would be cute based on the way you look. However, all three of you are unbelievable. And you’re all naked, too. I’m not worthy.”

“For shit’s sake, Jeff. Will you please shut up? How am I supposed to send you home tonight unfucked?”

“Mom, don’t be stupid.”

Annie barked, making clear she was equally displeased.

Mistakenly, I opened my mouth, but Diane caught me and shushed me.

“I said, shut up! What kind of slut would I be to keep you here tonight? What kind of example would I set for my daughters? Just, just finish your ice cream and get out of here before I lose control.”

Diane put her face in her hands, while the girls exchanged meaningful looks. I put down my spoon, scooted my chair back, and stood up. However, Tillie took my arm to stop me from turning away. It was time for another shock in an evening of huge surprises.

Annie started undressing me, while Tillie whispered in my ear.

“It’s been months for her. You’re staying here tonight. Plus, you need to follow our house rules. Help her, get your shoes off!”

Quickly, I was standing stark naked—stiff and damp at the tip. Tillie and Annie moved away, leaving me exposed in Diane’s kitchen and alone with her. I think she assumed I’d left, because her head came up and she looked toward the sink and scowled. She must have thought her daughters had “forgotten” to clean up.