**All characters who engage in any sort of sexual activity in this story are well over the age of 18**
I felt him grab my hips a bit tighter and I knew he'd found his rhythm. As he slammed into me, I slid my hand back to work my clit with my fingers. I could feel his balls bouncing against my fingertips. I thought his grunting was a bit much, not all out shouting, but kinda loud. It was fine. He felt good... I mean nothing special, but it was pleasant.
He thrust in me a while and I could tell he was getting close so I rubbed my fingers faster. I didn't want to end up frustrated, but I'd been there before. Worst case scenario, I took care of myself later tonight at home. Not a big deal. Fortunately, I got there right about the same time he did, which was good because hearing the noises he made would have probably been a turn-off if I hadn't already. Still, orgasm achieved.
I looked back over my shoulder to see that triumphant grin on his face. Yeah, good for you, Buddy. I waited for him to let go of my hips and slide out of me before I started to move. He plopped down on the bed beside me, "Worked up an appetite. You wanna order some Pad Thai?"
I was already putting on my shirt, "Not today."
"That's it?"
I bobbed my head a bit, "Pretty much, yeah. I have evening plans."
He just kinda stared at me, blinking with disbelief, "I guess I'll see you later." I smiled pleasantly and pulled up my pants, "I'll text you later. Have a great rest of your day, Steve."
"You too," he said, still seemingly baffled. I was in my car within about two minutes. It was family night and I had no intention of missing it.
I got to my brother Bobby's house and saw the sidegate was open. We'd be eating outside tonight. Good weather for it. Pam had even lit the tiki torches along the fence and walkway. Nice touch. I stepped into the backyard to be greeted by a gaggle of nieces and nephews, "Auntie Stella!" Ken, who'd just been in the pool, threw his arms around me, which meant my clothes were suddenly wet. The kids, of course, found this hilarious. I didn't mind. It was warm out and I'd be dry before long.
When the novelty of my arrival had subsided, (It takes about a minute and a half with these kids) they ran off back to what they were doing. Dean and Dawn raced to the pool and seemed to have a competition who could do a cannonball and make the biggest splash. I saw Neil, my oldest nephew, sitting at the long outdoor dining table by himself. He had his head bent over an open book on the tabletop. I walked up behind him and whispered in his ear, "Hey there, Handsome!"
He instantly whirled around in his chair to hug me. We're close to the same height when he's sitting and I'm standing. We pulled away and held eye contact for a moment. It wasn't very long, not so much that anyone else would notice, but it was enough to make time freeze and everything but the two of us fade away... if only very briefly.
"How's the book?" It was almost always the first question I asked him when he had my attention. He glanced down and flipped the cover closed. "Oh. It's good. Hey... I've got some cool news."
"Well, I'm eager to hear it."
"I got..."
"Food's on!" Bobby shouted to everyone in the backyard. He had in each arm a metal tray overloaded with a variety of types of steaming meats. I was a minor miracle he made it to the table without dropping some.
"I see my brother's enjoying his fancy new grill," I said.
"I intend to get my money's worth out of 'er." He'd told me all about the four figures he'd spent on it, the feats it was capable of, the internal temperatures it could reach "if you know what you're doin'." Mostly, I'd just nodded encouragingly and said how impressed I was even though I didn't actually care very much. I was generally just happy to let him go on since he was so passionate about the thing.
My sister Susan was shouting at her daughter Audrey, still in the pool. "I said it's time for dinner. Don't make me say it again."
The kids reluctantly got out and made their way to the table, wrapped in thick, colorful beach towels. Pam and my sister Sherri stepped through the sliding glass door out of the kitchen carrying the less carnivorous dishes: sliced fruits and salads. Brayden followed with a basket of bread rolls. It took all of her concentration to avoid spilling any. I made sure to give him a big wink and a thumbs up after he successfully set it down. Nicely done, Kid.
Ken looked at the collection of barbecue trays in awe. "It's like a meat mountain." Several of his cousins echoed, "Meat Mountain!" Bobby stretched his face a bit and nodded, clearly comfortable with the idea of being the King of Meat Mountain.
We were only a short time into the meal when Maisie called, "When are we gonna go on a cruise again? That was so much fun!"
Bobby snorted, "You gonna pay for all of us to go again?"
Lana chimed in, "My brother can pay for us. He has a job."
Bobby took a moment to process that, "Got a job, Neil? Good man!"
My face lit up with excitement, "How wonderful, Neil."
He had his head lowered below his shoulders, embarrassed by all the attention, but clearly smiling, "Thanks," he muttered.
"Where do you work?"
"Odyssey Bookstore."
"How absolutely perfect for you!"
Pam added, "Congratulations. Do you like it?"
He nodded, "It's cool."
"How 'bout a girlfriend?" Bobby asked.
"Bobby!" Sherri chastised and glared. Neil put his head down again.
"WHAT? I'm just asking. I mean when I was his age..."
Susan cut in, rolling her eyes, "We remember what you were like at that age."
Sherri: "Girls are the last thing he needs to be thinking about."
Brayden asked, "Uncle Bobby, do you even remember being young?"
This lead to several "ooooh"s from the kids.
Ken said, "On his first date, I bet he rode a dinosaur to pick up the girl." More "oooooh"s and laughter. The meal then devolved in the delightful way things do with our family.
I reached under the table, put a hand on Neil's thigh and whispered, "I'm very very proud of you."
