I unclipped Beth and freed her hands. I left her blindfold on to prolong the mystery.
“Roll over. He’s going to take you from behind while you blow me,” I told her.
I think that excited her because she got right into position. Greg proved he was my brother when he didn’t lose his erection. Angie had a washcloth handy, cleaned him off, and then put another condom on him. It was very hot, watching her handle him. She slotted him again, and he began an even more energetic pace. I loved the sound of Beth’s well-lubricated channel sloshing with each of his long hard thrusts, and then as they came together, Greg’s stomach would smack against her firm bottom.
Both of them were working hard. Greg’s face became flushed and I could see him start to glisten with sweat. I had almost forgotten that I’d said I was going to double-team her. Angie touched my arm and smiled at me. I got undressed and both Greg and Angie did a double take. I’d seen photos of me from the first of the year and more recent ones from San Francisco. I had much more definition now, all due to Cassidy literally working my butt off, which made my jeans a little loose now. I could also tell I was growing because I had to wear my jeans lower on my hips so that I didn’t have high-waters. My member also looked bigger, but that could just be from me losing abdominal fat. Tami had commented that it seemed to have grown, but I’d never measured it.
Angie scooted over and grasped Mr. Happy. I gave her a look that told her to let go. She guided me to Beth’s mouth and rubbed my dick on her face. She lined me up and Beth got the idea and sucked the head in. The force of Greg’s thrusts pushed Beth onto my rod. As she rocked back and forth, I slid into her mouth. I was careful not to go too deep.
Beth got close to her orgasm. She went nuts and slammed back and forth between us. She’d never really tried to deep-throat me before. I was amazed when she took all of me, and then she would bounce back into Greg. He grasped her hips and got serious about what he was doing. I could hear a deep-down growl coming from Beth. I took in the erotic sight of her body being taken. I loved to watch her breasts sway as she enjoyed us.
We all three came, very close to one another. We were all a sweaty mess and there was a strong odor of sex in the air. After Greg and I pulled out of Beth, she rolled over onto her back.
“Buttercup.”
I took her mask off. She smiled when she saw it was Greg.
“I guessed it!” she crowed.
“What gave me away?” he asked.
“How you handled me before you had sex with me. David is the only guy that can make me get my cookie by just teasing me. So I knew it had to be you.” Beth swatted me to get me to move out of her way.
“I have to go pee.”
I followed her in and cleaned up. I came back to find Angie naked and Greg busy between her legs. Angie had lost all her baby weight and looked hot. Greg was a lucky man to be marrying her. I put on my shorts and a t-shirt. Beth got dressed in one of my t-shirts and shorts, and we left them to their fun. We went to the kitchen. Mom was drinking coffee and eating ice cream. I got two bowls out and got us some ice cream.
“What have you kids been up to?” Mom asked.
Beth and I looked at each other, and Mom raised her hand.
“Don’t tell me,” she ordered us. “Where are Greg and Angie?”
We both looked at each other again.
“Ditto,” Mom said, and then smiled at me. “Your speech was good. Everyone got a laugh out of it.”
“I had fun.”
“I thought Greg was going to swallow his tongue. You caught the right balance of zinging him and keeping it short. On Saturday, I want you to play it straight in front of everybody. I talked to Angie’s aunt, and she thinks she can get Angie’s parents there. I’d like you to talk about Kyle during your speech. I want everyone to know that we love him unconditionally.”
“That’ll be easy, and I’d love to do it.”
I walked Beth home and we sat on the porch talking till Mrs. A told her she had to come inside and go to bed.
Saturday May 30
TODAY WAS THE BIG EVENT. I got up early, ran, and showered. I went to the kitchen to make the coffee and cinnamon rolls. Grandma Dawson came in wearing a housecoat.
“Good morning, David. Do you have any decaf?”
“Not yet. Can I get you some orange juice while you wait?”
“Sure. Then sit; I want to talk to you.”
I got us both a glass of OJ. The first pot of coffee was done, so I put it into a carafe and started the decaf. Greg wandered down and Grandma told him to join us.
“I wanted to talk to you boys. Your grandfather would have been so proud of both of you. I see a lot of him when I look at you boys. Did I ever tell you how I met him?” she asked.
We shook our heads.
“His parents moved to town when I was fourteen. They bought the five-and-dime from old Mr. Harrison. My friends and I used to love to get a soda and have Davey tell us stories about England. He was seventeen, and all the girls thought he was something special.”
I’d been named after him. Granddad Dawson had been my favorite grandparent until his death four years ago.
“The worst day of my life, as a teen, was when he went off to college. There were rumors he had gotten two girls in the family way. He never told me about it, but his daddy had enough money to make problems like that go away. I suspect your dad may have some half brothers or sisters.
“When he came home, I had just lost my first husband in a farm accident.”
Greg and I had never heard about this.
“I never knew you were married before granddad,” Greg stated.
“Curtis was a good man. I met him at church. His first wife died in childbirth. It was sad. He lost them both that day. We’d been married six months when he tangled with a combine. Davey came home six months later. He barely was settled when I threw myself at him. I wasn’t waiting for the other ladies to get their claws into him. We were married three months after that.
“I had your dad seven months later.”
Greg and I looked at each other again. We could do the math.
“Growing up, your dad and uncle seemed to go through girlfriends like there was an endless supply. I was never happier than the day your dad brought your mom home. You could just tell that she was different. When she lasted six months, I knew he’d found the one.
“Your uncle never did find the one. I think living on the farm keeps him out of trouble. In college, though, he had three girlfriends. I think he wanted to marry all three of them. Sadly, he could never choose one of them, so they all left him, are now married and have children. He took it hard, and Davey put him to work on the family farm. He also worked for the school district part-time, counseling troubled youth.
“Something happened that he refuses to talk about. That’s something you Dawson men do that drives me crazy. There’s a story in there that isn’t pleasant. He wasn’t the same for a long time. Davey and I worried about him, but he seems to be doing better.”
The coffee was done and the timer for the rolls went off. I got everyone a couple of rolls and Grandma a cup of coffee. Mom, Dad and Uncle John showed up and helped themselves. Angie and Kyle were staying with her aunt. They were holding to the old superstition that the groom shouldn’t see the bride until the wedding.
“You both remind me so much of your granddad. If you’ve only inherited a half of his charm, you’ll go a long way. Greg, you take care of Angie and my great-grandbaby. I just wanted to tell you both that I love you. I also wanted to spend a little time with you.”
“Mom, have you been telling them stories?” Uncle John asked.
“Only the good ones,” Greg told him.
Dad and Uncle John looked at each other. I started to chuckle because it reminded me so much of what Greg and I had just done. Grandma and Greg joined in and the ‘boys’ just glared at us. Mom patted Dad’s hand and he suddenly only had eyes for her. Uncle John got a sad, faraway look in his eyes. I knew exactly how he felt because in many ways Greg was leaving me. I got up, gave him a hug, and then went to take a shower before anyone could see the tear in the corner of my eye.