Chapter 13

The entire family slept late, completely fucked out by the previous night’s orgy. After lunch, Sue and Ronnie returned to Sue’s father-in-law’s house to check on the man. They were shocked to see his condition. The meal they had left on the counter was cold and uneaten, the house was, if possible, messier than they had left it, but worst of all was the condition of Jim Mallory. He had found the half-empty bottle of Scotch and finished it off and was seated at the dining room table. Another bottle was open next to him, and he was cleaning a large pistol. It was an ominous foretaste of the future.

“Hi, Dad, what’s up?” asked Sue cautiously, sliding into the room. To her sister, she whispered, “Get Frank and the kids over here now!” Ronnie simply nodded, eyes wide, and slipped into the kitchen.

“Nothing much,” slurred Jim. “Just cleaning my Colt. Want a drink?”

Sue sat down at the table next to him. “Maybe later, Dad. Frank’s bringing the kids over for a bit. Maybe I ought to put this away for a while, Dad.” She slowly reached out and took the gun from his shaky hands.

Jim took another swig from the bottle and set it aside. “I can take care of my own gun, thank you.” He tried to pull the pistol away, but Sue set it behind her on the buffet. “What the hell’s wrong with you, Sue? I’ve owned guns all my life!” he exclaimed.

“Daddy, I think you might be better staying over at our place for a few days, maybe until after the holidays. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You can share Christmas with your grandchildren, all right?” she asked fearfully.

Jim stared at her blearily. “What in the world are you talking about, Angel?”

Sue capped the bottle and set it aside as well. She could hear her sister hanging up and knew that in just a few minutes the cavalry would be coming. “Dad, I don’t think it’s such a good idea for you to be alone right now. I want you to come stay with us for a bit.”

“Hell, I can take care of myself!” he protested.

“No, Dad, you can’t!” she told him. “Dad, you’re sitting here drinking and playing with a gun. You’re not eating and you’re not taking care of yourself. I’m not stupid, I know what’s going on. I buried Harry four years ago, my folks two years ago, and Millie three months ago. I will be damned if I go through this all over again at Christmas!” Tears were pouring from her eyes. Behind her, Ronnie picked the gun off the buffet and carried it into the kitchen. “You’re not having an ‘accident’ while I can help it! You’re staying with us!”

Jim stared at his daughter-in-law wildly. “You think ... what ... you think I’d, I’d ... I’d never...”

“I don’t care, Dad. You’ve got two choices, you either come home with us or I call the cops and an ambulance and take you someplace else. Is that where you want to spend Christmas?”

“You wouldn’t dare!” he roared.

“Try me, Dad, try me!”

Taylor was finishing off her uncle when the phone rang. Her brother was seated on the couch next to Frank, and both had their pants around their ankles. Taylor was topless, her blouse and bra tossed aside, and she knelt between Frank’s legs, licking his drained balls. She had sucked off Harry Junior first, and he was idly stroking himself back to rigidity, contemplating pulling his sister’s jeans down and screwing her.

The telephone interrupted his concentration. Standing, he pulled his pants up and went to the kitchen to answer it. “It’s for you, Uncle Frank. It’s Aunt Ronnie.”

Frank gently pushed Taylor away and stood, pulling his own pants back on. He took the phone and listened briefly, then returned to the living room to find Harry unzipping a second time. “Knock it off, you two. We have to go over to your grandfather’s. Hurry up and get dressed.”

“Aw, come on, Uncle Frank, I need some cock!” whined Taylor.

Frank tucked in his shirttails. “I said, knock it off!” he replied sharply. “Get dressed, now!”

Startled, the teens put their clothing back on. Frank hustled them to the foyer, where they grabbed their coats and left.

“What’s going on, Uncle Frank?” asked his nephew, directing him through the suburb.

Frank was quiet for a moment, then spoke up. “Your mother and Ronnie are worried about your grandfather. He’s been pretty depressed since your grandmother died, and they want him to come stay with you guys until after the holidays. I gather they found him drinking and fooling around with a gun.”

Taylor gasped, and her brother yelled, “What!!!”

“Look, I don’t know the whole story, but I can tell you this, Christmas is one of the prime seasons for suicide. Now, I’m not saying that your grandfather would do that, but they seem nervous, so we’re going over there.”

“But why?” asked Taylor.

“He just lost his wife, and he’s lonely. Like I said, he’s depressed, and he’s not thinking too straight just now. We pick him up and take him home, and keep an eye on him for a bit, okay. It’ll probably blow over,” he said with a shrug.

When the trio pulled into the driveway, they found the front door held open by Ronnie. In a low voice, she explained what was happening. Directing her husband to the dining room, she took the kids upstairs to help pack.

Frank settled into a dining room chair opposite from Sue, next to Jim. The older man was slumped over the table, crying incoherently. He reached across the table to hold Sue’s hand; she, too, was crying. Frank took the keys to the gun cabinet from Jim’s hand. Silently he locked the pistol back in the cabinet and pocketed the keys, then cleaned up the debris from the drinking bout.

Ten minutes later, his wife and the teens lugged several suitcases down the stairs. Standing, he helped Jim to his feet, and he and Sue guided him to the Taurus. Jim was placed in the back. Ronnie drove her sister and Jim home, followed by the others. They put Jim to bed in the last spare bedroom and went back downstairs.

“Listen guys, I know this puts a crimp in our plans, but we’ve got to make this work,” said Sue. “I don’t know if Granddad really would have done something stupid or not, but he’s in no shape to be by himself right now.”

“Jesus, Sue, don’t sweat it. I don’t need something like that on my conscience, either,” exclaimed Frank. The others chimed in with their agreements.

“Okay, then, some ground rules. Somebody stays in the house with Jim all the time. He goes out, somebody goes with him. No exceptions! You want to fuck around, fine, but lock the doors and keep it down. I don’t think he’s ready to know about how we spent our summer vacation just yet,” said Sue. “Any questions?”

“You got any guns around here?” asked Frank.

“No.”

“Okay, fine, then put the booze under lock and key. We’ve got to sober the man up. Does he have a drinking problem?”

Sue shook her head negatively. “No, but he has been drinking more than usual since Millie died, a lot more lately. Unless these two have a secret stash somewhere, the liquor is all in the den, but the bar doesn’t have a lock.”

“So, we keep an eye on things. Listen, go lie down and take a nap. Ronnie, go with her. Me and the kids will sort things out down here and get a light dinner ready for when he does wake up. He might be out for a while.”

Ronnie followed her sister up and down the hall. Inside, she locked the door and turned back the covers. Sue allowed her sister to help her undress, then climbed into the bed. Ronnie stripped naked also, and climbed in after her, but Sue was too tired and worried by her father-in-law’s actions to take any interest in the foreplay Ronnie attempted. She fell asleep cuddled in Ronnie’s arms under the covers. Ronnie followed suit.

The next few days passed quietly for the Mallorys and Mercers. Sue and the twins slept in their own beds that first night. Frank sprawled out on the couch in the living room with a quilt covering him, ready in case Jim woke and came downstairs.

After he had settled down, his wife came down wearing a lacy satin robe and peignoir set. She crawled in under the quilt with him. Kissing him lightly on the lips, she snuggled against him. “Mind if I keep you company?” she asked.

“No, fine by me. I don’t think this is what you planned on, honey. Sorry we came?” he asked.

“No. Maybe this is the true meaning of Christmas, Frank, helping your loved ones, no matter what. This is family.” Ronnie pushed at a shirt button that was digging into her breast. Frank responded, his cock thickening and lengthening, and he ran his hands under the quilt to cup her ass, warm under the silky fabric. Ronnie giggled and undid his shirt. “Frank, I think you’d try to screw me at the Second Coming!”

“Why do you think they call it the Second Cumming?” he asked.

Ronnie undid the buttons on her husband’s shirt and unzipped his pants, to feel his erection pop out and press against her. Frank pulled her nightgown to waist level and positioned her above him. Ronnie sighed as his strong hands pushed her down onto him, impaling herself on his cock. She squirmed quietly on the meaty intruder, orgasming silently until she felt him thicken and spurt inside her. She collapsed and fell asleep in her husband’s arms, and their mixed fuck juice ran out of her pussy onto his balls.

They awoke the next morning to a laughing Taylor and Harry Junior, staring at them. The quilt had shifted in the night and fallen to the floor. Now Ronnie found herself sprawled out with her ass in the air and nightgown around her waist, Frank’s crotch hair stiff with their cum. They stood and dressed, then joined the teens for breakfast.