Chapter 52: Before the Wedding Reception

I slept in late the next morning--as late as my body wanted, anyway. The bedside clock said it was not quite nine-thirty. Surely the time was wrong. I felt so refreshed it seemed impossible that the entire morning hadn't been lost to slumber.

I had escaped unscathed even after the twins' mother complained to my mom about my actions toward her, oh so chaste daughters.

"I saw they way they (the twins) went after you," Mom said, "That woman has no one to blame but herself ... and her daughters. But really, Aubrey, please be more selective. Pick a more mature female next time."

Strange, but welcome advice from a parent, I thought.

Stranger still was my encountering the blonde haired January just as I left my hotel room to have breakfast. She looked just a bit frazzled, and I thought I detected some dark marks under her eyes ... perhaps the poor thing hadn't gotten a good nights sleep ... well, too bad for her.

I sat down at a table next to her and to my surprise she asked me to join her. I did, but didn't say a word.

After a minute a waitress came by and I gave her my order and began drumming my fingers on the tablecloth. January's smile had receded, and now she was glowering at me.

"You've got some nerve," she said, which surprised me.

"What?"

"You know what!"

"I don't know ... now what is it?"

"You let me go back to my room with your ... your..."

She couldn't seem to bring herself to say "Your cum in my hair." So I let the words fall away.

"Well, it's good to know you're so perky in the mornings, January."

"Fuck you!" she spat out, and I could see she was getting ready to cry.

"I should tell your mother what you did to us last night," she said threateningly.

I smiled at her and replied, "Your mother beat you to it. My mother thinks you and your sister are whores; she as much as told your mother that."

January's face dropped. She forgot about crying, and glanced around looking for her sister June, but June was still putting on her face and wouldn't be joining her for another ten minutes.

"Do you still want me sitting with you?" I asked just to break the silence between us.

"You're really nasty, aren't you?" she said. It was a statement, not a question, so I didn't bother answering her.

"Not really, no. You knew your mother came over and complained about me, didn't you?" I said accusingly, and to my surprise, January smiled and admitted as much.

"So, you're not really pissed at me, are you?"

"No, I'm not."

"You left my neck and chest all marked up," I said, trying to sound bashful about it.

"Me?"

"Yes ... and June. I have hickies everywhere."

"Really?" The way she said it told me that she hadn't known about them.

"Remember all the kissing?"

"Oh, yeah," she said dreamily, and it occurred to me that she really wanted another session.

"What are you doing after breakfast?" I asked.

"I'm supposed to go shopping with Mom and June."

"Can you get out of it?"

"Why?"

I decided to be direct with her. "So we can have a really good fuck."

I had to give her credit, I thought that would shock her, or at least piss her off. But it didn't. I saw a flash of something cross her eyes, but I don't think it was anger.

"I'm not sure I can get away," she said, and my hopes crashed.

"But I'll try." My hopes and my dick soared.

The waitress came with our orders and we ate silently. Midway through the meal, June arrived and joined us, ignoring me as much as possible.

"We left marks all over him," January remarked as June's breakfast arrived.

"We did?" June said, suddenly interested in me again.

"He's not happy about it either," January added.

I wiped my mouth with my napkin and stood. "It's been a pleasure, ladies. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to my room to take care of something that's come up."

I left them, knowing that January and June for that matter, knew my room number and could show up or not.

Once in my room I stripped and lay down on the bed and dozed off. I awoke with a start and realized someone was pounding on the door. I leapt from the bed and cracked the door open. It was January.

I opened the door and she went straight to the neatly turned up bedspread and threw it and the blankets underneath to the foot of the bed, then turned to pull me down to sit beside her. I began a slow, unimpeded exploration of the beautifully blonde, removing her dress and undergarments without any objection on her part. January couldn't keep her hands off my chest or my dick, running them feveredly over both.

"You know, you have the nicest physique..." January cooed. "Me and June agree on that, for sure. All the boys at school are so skinny and all. But you're a real man!"

"I'm a year older than you and your sister," I said, but she had stroked my ego with her compliment.

"They're boys and that's why we didn't fuck them. But you're big ... everywhere, and that makes a difference."

"Mmmm," I like that, January," I said as she teased my nipples.