The Arrival
He nervously waits for arrivals at the gate. "Why am I always so anxious seeing these people?" he thinks to himself. "They're my in-laws, and have been for several years now."
Then there's the added pressure of the holidays. His wife likes to have everything perfect, everything matching, running smoothly, like the perfect Facebook Update status photo should be.
Her anxiety this time of year when her family visits always has her in a wreck. So, like a dutiful husband, James waits at the gate to pick up Rebecca's parents and her sister Julie.
Rebecca's parents are your standard boomer generation. They've been married forever. He worked for the same company his entire adult life, she was a homemaker.
Julie, now graduating college this year, is their youngest. Julie and Rebecca have many similarities, but only in looks and features. When it comes to personality, they are opposites in every way.
Rebecca has chosen a path after college which involves carpools, soccer mom duties, and baggies of snacks hidden in several pockets of her bag. She's a nice helpful person who volunteers regularly with various organizations. Needless to say, Rebecca is on the same path her mother lived. She's content here.
Julie, in contrast, is living college life with exuberance. Discovering things about herself along the way has been life's greatest journey. Making friends, traveling, having experiences; these are the things that matter to Julie.
It's these differences in their lifestyles that make Rebecca and Julie consistently butt heads. Both women have their arguments defending their decisions in how their lives play out. So when Julie steps in and drops her bags saying "Honey, I'm home!" with a giggle, it's just hitting continue on their last squabble picking up where they left off.
"Haha, very funny smart ass." Rebecca responds as she walks in the room. She hugs Julie and helps mom with her coat. "How was the flight?" She adds.
"Terrible!" Dad shouts as he makes his way to the couch. "There's no damn leg room!" he adds.
Rebecca and Mom roll their eyes and smile at his complaining.
The back and forth is comical and routine for James. This is just how the holidays are with the in-laws, Rebecca and her mother retreat to the kitchen to cook or bake something.
Julie disappears to set herself up in one of the kids' rooms. Rebecca has them bunk together to make room, mom and dad have the guest room. It's snug, but it works.
Dad immediately plays couch commander putting on a game, James follows as to not become trapped in the kitchen helping his wife and her mom. The banter can be mind numbing, talks of recipes and kid updates. James would rather zone out to the game, his father in law doesn't talk much anyway while they watch.
Shortly after he settles in with a drink and snacks, James watches Julie enter the living room. She's wandering over by the table looking for something to eat, he's seeing how she changed into something more comfortable for lounging. Little shorts and a T-shirt. Her long slender legs, painted toe nails, and her hair draping down her back.
She chooses a few items to sample on her plate and heads over to the couches. Sitting at the opposite end than her dad, Julie is positioned directly across from James. When she sits, she crosses her legs, gently nibbling and suckling the fresh fruit at the end of her fork.
The sounds she's making distracts James from his gaze on the game.
He watches discreetly, observing Julie. She's a seductive young woman, the type that knows where simple things like this get her. She knows the attention it draws, and perhaps leans into that skill quite often by nature. Julie looks up from her melon, lips wet from its dew, and makes eye contact with James.
A little smile surfaces, and James instantly feels awkward.
He's noticed Julie plenty over the years. She's playful in the way she jokes with him, or carries on a conversation, she's flirty and it pulls him right in. She's interesting and vibrant, passionate and carefree. All of these intriguing qualities stoke his interest in seeing more when she's around.
There's many times James could relate to Julie in feeling like a black sheep in the mix. Rebecca always has expectations and gets uptight. Their mother, the same, and they typically team up in their Martha Stuart efforts.
Dad is oblivious or napping, the kids are running around playing.
Chatting with Julie feels like a sort of life line, a relief.
As she continues to nibble at her fruit, the juicy sounds begin to taunt James. He watches her lips and tongue make contact with the succulent wetness, then his cock twitches. He feels himself growing solid so he shifts in his seat to hide it.
Julie's sly smirk tells him that she noticed and it's been intentional.
James quickly gets up and goes into his bedroom. His heart is racing and his cock is pulsing. He needs to get a grip and maintain himself.
As his excitement dissipated, he went back out to the living room, collected his plate and ventured into the kitchen. Maybe some chatter with Rebecca and Mom would be the best move here.
The Kitchen
When James enters the kitchen, he finds the entire island counter covered in baking supplies. "Shit, they're baking bread!" he thought. The breads are a lengthy process and he wasn't certain he wanted to hide out in the kitchen that long.
Rebecca starts instructing him on the tasks she needs completed and helps mom on with her coat. "We forgot a few things so we have to run to the store, it shouldn't be long." She hurries mom and the kids out the door and James starts putting on an apron.
When he starts getting into kneading the dough, hands covered in flour, Julie comes sauntering in. She smiles a little grin and asks "Whatcha doin?" rather tauntingly.
She maneuvers in on his left side, peering over his shoulder to get real close to him. He can feel her breath on his neck and smell her fragrance enter his nostrils.
He tries to maintain by saying "They have me working on this so it's ready when they get back from the store."
He's nervous, she's incredibly sexy and has been teasing him since she got here.
Julie reaches up under his busy arms to feel his chest, pulls in closer and whispers "You keep kneading that dough Betty Crocker, and I'm going to stroke this cock" as she slides her hand down to his groin.
He's already semi hard from her being so close, and her short shorts, and her fruit display. He has been semi hard for a bit just thinking about her.
Julie slips under his apron and unzips his pants pulling his cock out. Long slow deep strokes running up then down his shaft. Soft moans escape his lips as he squeezes the dough between his fingers feeling his cock become so hard.
Julie leans into his ear and whispers "that's right baby, I want this cock to cum for me." "Mmm..do you want to cum for me James?"
With each question, James whimpered through his breath.
He needed to cum so badly, he could feel his cock throbbing, ready for an explosion. Julie is stroking him faster, his precum is leaking over her knuckles when she says, "Cum for for me James, I know you need this."
James closes his eyes and lets his orgasm loose, stifling moans and heavy breathing. Julie pulls her hand back and James watches her lick his cum from her fingers. She makes noises of delight as she slurps and bats her eyes at him. When she's finished, she tucks his cock back in his pants and zips him back up.
She utters one last sultry whisper, "Next time I'll use my mouth" then licks his ear lobe before leaving the room.
James is trembling from both shock and pleasure. That was phenomenal and he knew he wanted more.
Lights Out
What a rush! James thinks to himself, his mind racing recalling what happened in the kitchen earlier. Even now laying in the dark, his cock is reacting to just how amazing it was. How exciting and risky it felt.
Julie is incredibly hot, her chasing after him is flattering and arousing.
James could feel his cock growing harder. He begins to toss and turn in bed unable to rest enough to fall asleep. He decides to take his book into the living room. Maybe some reading will tire him out.
