Twenty

“RED,” I WHISPERED. I pried her out of Melody’s arms and rolled her toward me. “Bree,” I blew in her ear.

“Is this a Christmas present for me?” Bree whispered back. A hand reached around me and pointed my hard cock toward Bree’s wetness.

“Wow! I didn’t know you were so ready in the mornings.”

“Melody’s been working on me for the past half-hour.”

“And you’d better appreciate all my hard work,” Melody whispered. I wondered how many of us were awake when the voice connected to the hand that guided me into Bree spoke from behind me.

“I can’t believe you were with her all last week and I just got here, but you rolled toward her first!” Allison said.

“Don’t worry, Allie. I’ll leave some for you,” Bree said, rolling on top of me. “Weren’t we going to share him once before?”

“I was just going to pose for a drawing. You attacked me.”

“You attacked me back,” Bree laughed. That was about the last of the conversation I heard as Allie’s pussy settled onto my mouth as she and Bree kissed. So, this was what I missed in Tempe. Wow!

When we’d finally settled down and Allie rolled off my face, I managed to pant out what I was going to say to Bree when all this started.

“Bree, it’s Christmas Eve,” I said.

“So?”

“I have shopping to do today. Will you help me?”

“Tony! Not again! You haven’t done your Christmas shopping?”

“Um ... well ... no.”

“Okay. What time do the shops open? Do you have any ideas this year? When are we leaving?” Bree was up and moving toward the shower. I saw Wendy slip out the door and got up to go help with coffee. Allison and Melody rolled toward each other. I paused to watch a moment as they positioned themselves for mutual satisfaction.

“Does this room always smell like sex?” Rio asked sleepily. “Whose hand is on my tit?”

“Where else would you like it?” I heard Beth’s voice from the end of the bed. There was a sudden yelp from Rio and a deep sigh. I had to go help with coffee.

“I don’t think there’s a one-size-fits-all gift this year,” I moaned as Bree and I reached the mall. Only the food court was open when we got there and we got coffee and hot chocolate while we waited and tried to make up a list.

“Tony, you need a spreadsheet. There’s too many here to keep track of. Wait. Whitney’s not here.”

“She will be Wednesday. I can’t very well leave her out.”

“Well, you know what she wants for Christmas. Give it to her.”

“I’m getting stretched a little thin.”

“Not that I noticed.”

We laughed and talked, and decided we’d get in the mood by getting toys for Damon and Drew. We had to haul packages to the car and go back to seriously shop for the ladies and family.

“Do I get to help Santa tonight?” she asked.

“I’m still trying to figure out what I’m going to do with all this stuff until then,” I laughed. “I kind of overdid it.”

“We started something last year. We need to leave something for everyone at the foot of the bed. What are we going to do?”

“You know, Bree, I love the way you make my problem ours. Now do you have any suggested solutions?” My cell phone rang.

“Now?” I asked.

“Yes,” Lissa said. “She’s coming in at four o’clock. I can’t believe it. She said she talked her family into an early Christmas so she could come and join us. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Okay,” I said. “That still gives us an hour-and-a-half. We can make it. She could have given us a little more warning.”

“She didn’t know until she got a flight. She flew standby.”

“Well, we’ll be there. Love you, Liss.”

“Love you, Tony.”

“What’s that about?” Bree asked as I put away my phone.

“Whitney managed to get a standby flight and is coming in this afternoon instead of Wednesday.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you have her on your ‘nice’ list. How about slippers? Everybody’s been running around barefoot in the morning and complaining about how cold it is.”

“Great idea, if they don’t cost a hundred bucks a piece.”

“Mukluks,” was all she answered.

I’m quality conscious on most things and a good pair of Native American mukluks could cost you a few hundred bucks. Essentially, they’re a moccasin boot. After a quick search using our phones, we ran into Penney’s and got a knitted sock with a soft leatherette sole. Fifteen bucks a pair. Well, by the time we tallied up the eighteen people who would be in the house on Christmas Eve, the total came to nearly three hundred. Bree put half of them on her credit card and I thought long and hard about being a fiscally responsible young adult with a family.

Hell with that. It was Christmas!

Dinner was eaten. Stories were read. Stockings were hung. We tracked Santa on the NORAD site before the boys went to bed. Melody and Lissa were the last ones to use the bathroom and I assembled all the other ladies in the bedroom.

“Ladies, something special is about to happen. The first and foremost thing that you all need to know is that Kate and Wendy and I know what’s about to happen. Kate?”

“We want you to know that we’re okay with it. And I mean really okay. So, please don’t be shocked. And don’t worry. This is something special that they want to share with you.”

“If you feel worried or upset during this,” Wendy said, “come and hug one of us. We’re going to take care of you, okay?”

By this time Allison, Whitney, Beth, Bree, and Rio were trying to figure out what the hell was going on. We all cuddled up in a bunch on one mattress and waited for Melody and Lissa.

“I love Christmas,” Lissa said as she came through the door toweling off her hair.