"Please wear something nice and clean. Something proper for a young gentleman like yourself."
Hilda was a bit stressed to look her best when we visited the Johnson's, Mike and Susan. She just passed the guestroom were I was sitting at the desk, looking at my laptop. I was browsing for a used car to get around without having to borrow my parents car all the time during summer. Hilda had stuck her head in the door and made sure I had the right priorities when I getting dressed. I only had underwear on, something that would have made me close the door only a few days earlier. Having shared so much with my parents already, being naked in front of them wasn't weird anymore.
Dad passed by the door as well, already dressed and ready to go.
"Are you ready to go in ten?" he asked.
"Yeah, no worries," I replied.
"If only Hilda was as well," he mumbled as he disappeared out of sight.
Thirty minutes later, we were in the car on our way to the Johnson's. They lived in a bigger house, but on a much smaller property than my parents. And with no body of water nearby, unlike my parents house with the big lake a stone's throw away. The Johnson's gravel driveway made a large circle around a small fountain and we parked halfway around the circle, right at the front door.
Dad shut the car off and turned to Hilda in the passenger seat.
"Remember the plan, I'll take care of Mike while you focus on Susan."
"Just do your part," Hilda chuckled. "If you breathe over my shoulder the whole evening, you're gonna put Susan off. I'll handle it, don't worry."
"And you," dad turned to me in the backseat where I'd seen Hilda on her knees sucking his cock, "just follow our lead. I'm not sure it's a good idea that you came along."
"It's an excellent idea," Hilda defended my presence. "Mike won't suspect any shenanigans while he's around, will he?"
"I guess you're right," dad nodded.
"Aren't I always?"
I jumped out of the car and hurried to open the door for my stepmom. She had a very sexy, black evening dress that only covered half her well-toned thighs. The cleavage was modest, but the fabric clinged to her tits in a very enticing way and if you looked close, you'd notice she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I bet that if she got a bit horny or cold, and her nipples got hard, you'd see it very clearly. She had just the perfect amount of make up on, accentuating the best of her facial features. She looked stunning.
"Stop staring," Hilda said softly as she passed me.
Her scent was incredible. I found it hard to focus for a moment, watching her ass as she walked up the steps to the front door in her black pumps.
Dad and I joined Hilda at the door before she rang the bell. Mike opened a moment later and welcomed us in with a big smile. He happily accepted the ridiculously expensive whisky that dad brought him as a present. And as a trap to get him out of the way.
Susan joined us in the big hallway and gave us each a hug, just as Mike had done. I noticed Hilda pressing her body against Susan and holding her tight for just a moment longer than what would be expected. I think Susan noticed, but Mike was already showing my dad to the dining room. Susan was a brunette, a bit shorter than mom and with a little more softness around the edges. She was wearing a white blouse and long, flowing summer skirt. Her shoes seemed more adapted for comfort than style, but fitted the rest of her outfit nicely. Both she and Mike were the same age as my dad, about ten years older than Hilda. I thought Susan was very sexy, although not in the same league as Hilda.
We all got together in the dining room were Susan served appetizers and Mike uncorked the whisky before we would sit down for dinner.
"Are you only back for the summer, Nick?" Susan asked and handed me a small delicacy that I couldn't even guess what it was.
"Yeah, I'm just relaxing and helping mom and dad with the garden and what not," I replied.
"There's a whole lot of what not that needs doing," Hilda chimed in and winked at me when Susan looked away.
"We could use some help here too. My garden needs a lot of work and Mike isn't helping at all." Susan gave her husband a disappointed look.
Mike laughed it off and raised his glass with my dad. "I just won ten grand off this bozo. I think that's worth something, even if I'm not on my hands and knees in the dirt."
"Fair and square," dad nodded, seemingly accepting the defeat and letting Mike rub it in.
I instantly disliked Mike. I hadn't seen him in little over a year, but I knew he and Susan were long-term friends of my parents. Was he always like this and I hadn't noticed, or had he turned into an asshole recently, I wondered. I tried the weird appetizer and was pleasantly surprised.
"I also cooked for us tonight," Mike said proudly when he noticed me smiling, enjoying the exquisite taste.
Maybe he had some good sides, I concluded. The food was excellent. When we sat to enjoy the rest of the menu he had prepared, my hard feelings for him softened. He was a great cook.
Dad sat next to Mike, and I sat at the short end of the table. We had grabbed the chairs almost in sync, leaving two chairs for Hilda and Susan to sit next to each other. Hilda was listening to Susan, smiling at her anecdotes and supporting her ideas. I noticed Hilda touch Susan as often as she could, without being weird, as part of her body language. Dad, on the other hand, raised his glass with Mike time and time again, playing the good loser and letting Mike bask in the glory of his victorious bet on the golf course.
