Chapter 9

Amber and I teamed up and worked like a well-oiled machine as the two of us tackled cleaning the kitchen. I’d made a pretty good mess in the final preparations and, thank God, I’d made sure Joe and I’d cleaned up earlier, or else we would have had a literal mountain of dishes to get done.

Amber, the smart girl that she is, quickly offered to handle the leftovers and started putting all of them in containers, leaving all the dishes for me to scrub in the sink. It took me a while to get the pots and pans I used cleaned. Sure, I could have used the dishwasher, but I never thought that was a good idea, and they never got as clean as with good old-fashioned elbow grease, as my mom used to say when I was a kid.

Watching Amber try to handle the prime rib was hilarious. She wanted to put it into one of those gallon-sized freezer Ziplock bags and was trying exactly that, but she just couldn’t manage to keep the opening wide enough to slip the roast into while handling the hefty chunk of meat at the same time. She had juices running all over the place, and it’s a damned good thing she wasn’t wearing clothes because they would have been woefully, undoubtably stained and, more likely, ruined.

As it was, her arms and chest were glistening. I hated to say it, but it was quite the mouth-watering vision. I didn’t think she even realized what was happening because she didn’t move to clean herself off at all as she switched to the potatoes once she had the roast in the fridge.

“That’s quite the seasoning choice,” I teased, looking directly at the little rivers of liquid running down her arms and chest.

Amber twisted to look at me and gave me a befuddled look, “Huh?”

“You’ve somehow managed to get the prime rib’s juices all over you.”

“Oh!” Amber looked down at her arms and chest, and the realization of what I’d said finally set in. She grinned brightly before saying, “Whoops!” and the color in her cheeks rose dramatically. “I’m like a yummy French dip!”

“Oh, jeez,” I palmed my face, laughing as I shook my head. “That’s terrible.”

“You love French dips, though.” Her smile never faltered.

“That I do,” I smirked, eyeing her chest again in a very different light, and my mouth started to water at the thought. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up while I finish getting everything put away and wrapped up?”

“Okay,” Amber replied, still smiling like a loon, before she turned and skipped off down the hallway.

I was drying my hands, the kitchen cleaned, when Amber came bouncing back in with a big, mischievous smirk on her face.

“What’s going on with you?” I asked, accusation heavy in my words.

“Nothing,” she blushed, her lie by omission evident on her beautiful face.

“Amber...” I draped the hand towel over the edge of the sink and crossed my arms in front of my chest, waiting for her response.

She grinned at me, and then her eyes flicked in the direction of the family room. When I didn’t move to go see what she was alluding to, she flicked her eyes again, this time far more dramatically. I stayed rooted in place, and she just let out an exaggerated sigh, and rolled her eyes.

“Use your words,” I said.

“Just go see for yourself,” Amber replied, her eyes pleading for me to play along as she bit her lower lip nervously.

“Okay, fine,” I grumbled. “What’s so special that you couldn’t tell— oh!”

There in the living room, I saw a sight I wasn’t expecting to see at all. Mandy was sitting on the couch, looking as though she couldn’t have been in a better position in the whole world. That’s because Joe, our son, was on his knees between her thighs, his face buried deeply between them.

“Right,” Amber said, sliding up next to me, peering around the edge of the kitchen wall so that she could see her older brother and mom. “Pretty hot, isn’t it?”

I just stood there, watching what was happening. Not because I thought it was hot, but because it was well and truly out of the norm for Joe. The thing was, Joe was never all that interested in oral sex, at least not giving it. He loved blowjobs as much as any guy, if not more so, in fact. The only girl he had ever been interested in going down on was his little sister, but that was only at first. Once he’d done it a dozen or so times, it was no longer interesting for him.

Though, now that he is obviously doing it again, maybe his thoughts on the matter had changed.

“You don’t think seeing Joe licking Mommy’s pussy is hot, Daddy?” Amber asked, keeping her question low and not drawing Mandy and Joe’s attention to us.

“Of course it is,” I looked down, seeing the top of her head poking out below my arm as she used me as a shield. “I’m just shocked he’s doing it, that’s all.”

“Why?” Amber asked, honestly. “He’s pretty good at it.”

“He had a good teacher.”

“He doesn’t do it as often as I wish he did, but he does it most of the time I ask him to.”

“That’s good,” I nodded. “As long as neither of you is taking advantage of each other, that’s great.”

“Mmm, baby,” Mandy moaned as she arched her back, her full chest jutting forward as her hands ran through her son’s hair. Her murmurs of pleasure were now loud enough for the two of us to hear her clearly in the kitchen.

“Ooh, she’s going to come.” Amber was obviously very into what was happening and getting awfully excited about it. “Wouldn’t it be fun if we joined them?”

I chuckled at her suggestion, and she smiled at me. “I don’t think we should interrupt them this time,” I said, and Amber’s face fell slightly. “Maybe next time, kiddo.”

“But you won’t be here next time!”

“You don’t know that for sure,” I replied, turning slightly and wrapping one arm around Amber and pulling her close to me. “We have no idea what tomorrow will bring.”

“Or later tonight, right?”

“Or even later tonight, exactly.” I nodded my agreement, and her smile returned in full force.

From what I was watching, I had to give the boy credit. He was obviously good at what he was doing. I knew Amber had hounded her brother for him to go down on her every chance she could get after she’d experienced that for the first time. Mandy and I joked about it so many times on the phone while I was traveling, it seemed like that was the only thing we talked about. Those were fun conversations and always brought a smile to my face when I heard about the kids’ antics.