Ann and I woke together this morning, her head still laying on my chest from last night. I don't think either of us had moved an inch, content to sleep in each other's embrace. The light streaming in through the windows of our bedroom awakened us from a deep peaceful sleep.
I laid there with her, running my fingers through her hair as she caressed my chest. We laid together quietly for a long time, just enjoying each others gentle touch.
Ann was the first to speak. "Did you enjoy your Christmas?"
"Let me be brutally honest babe," I started off gruffly. I must have been convincing because she picked her head up and looked right at me quizzically. "It was the most amazing, memorable, and wonderful Christmas of my entire life." I said with a smile. She laid her head back down content she got the answer she was hoping for.
My turn I guess, "How about you?"
"Ditto," she simply replied. I was glad to hear the same response was true for her.
I had to tell her about what happened at the dinner table with her sister. Considering, Tina was sleeping in our home, news like this might upset Ann so much she might kick Tina out. I didn't want that for Tina, she didn't need any more drama in her life. Truthfully, I was looking forward to helping her out, I mean what guy wouldn't be jumping at the chance to have two gorgeous women to share a home with? Even if one was off limits physically.
Honesty was always the best policy with Ann. "Babe, I think we need to set some ground rules for Tina now that she's living with us."
"I agree," she stated.
I continued, "they are going to have to be more detailed than you think."
"Are you talking about the two of you in the garage at my folk's house yesterday?" she asked.
"Yes, and I need to tell you about what happened during Christmas dinner as well," I added.
Ann sat up, her back facing me before she turned to look me in the eyes. I was hoping she'd have a calm reaction, but she was a little tense. My mind went blank as she faced me, her perfect breasts swayed into view, her nipples pointed towards me, begging me to touch them.