Ch. 3: Suddenly Sober
Later that evening we all sat around telling stories and laughing to our heart's content, intoxicated, we all made it back to the living room after dinner to sit and watch our traditional Christmas Day movie, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. I got into the corner seat on the couch, Amy right next to me on my left. Somehow we squeezed 5 people on a 3 person couch. I got up and gave everyone more space and decided it would be better if I stood, anyway. If I sat for too long after drinking that much, I would have been passed out and drooling all over Amy's shoulder.
As everyone watched the movie, I headed to the kitchen to top off my scotch. I stood in there for a while, picking at the desserts and leftovers from dinner in the refrigerator. I didn't see Amy walk in and was startled when she touched my hand from behind the door. I had been thinking about her more and more all night, to where it was difficult to hide my throbbing cock in my pants. When I turned around, she immediately pressed herself against me. My hand gripped the door to steady myself.
"Oh, my god! I'm sorry! I did not know you were in here," I said.
"I know. I came in here because I knew we would be alone for a minute. Everyone else is pretty drunk out there and the children are about to go to bed. It's just you and I in here now, and we are the only ones who aren't drunk yet," she said in a semi hushed, seductive tone.
Her eyes blazed with lust as she stared into mine. I stuttered as I tried to wiggle my way out of that spot. She knew I was nervous. She intimidated me a little, but that made me want her even more. I walked around to the opposite side of the butcher block to hide my erection.
"Sorry. I, uh, I can be a little claustrophobic sometimes," I said, letting out a nervous chuckle.
"Don't be sorry, Jeff. And don't be nervous. I wouldn't want you to do anything uncomfortable," she said in a surely tone this time.
She knew what she was doing, though. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to do anything to get it.
"So, uh, I hope my family hasn't traumatized you too much, haha! We, uh, we like our alcohol," I laughed and tried not to sound skittish.
"Oh, don't worry, Jeff. They haven't. Trust me," she said, "There's one thing I've been thinking about since I started at the firm last month. Do you know what that is," she asked.
It sounded like a rhetorical question, but I answered anyway.
"Uh, getting that corner office," I blurted out.
"No, not that," she said, "It's something I was hoping to get for Christmas but haven't yet. It's not something anyone else would know about or can give me. Only you, Jeff. Only you could give this one particular gift to me," she said, now slowly walking toward me, sliding her fingers across the butcher block and looking at me the same as yesterday.
What the hell is happening?
"You know what I haven't had in a while, Jeff," she again asked, rhetorically.
"Um, a-a good foot massage," I said, getting more and more nervous. I knew what was coming... which could have possibly been me in my pants.
"No, Jeff. Not just a foot massage," she said.
She was standing directly in front of me now. She was cool as a clam, while I was literally shaking in my shoes with my scotch spilling from my glass in my trembling hand. She lowered her hand and rubbed over my hard cock, and I jumped and spilled some of my drink onto the floor.
"Uh oh, Jeff, look what you did. You're so nervous, you spilled your drink on my dress and your pants. Here, let me help you clean that up. Take your pants off. Now," she demanded.
The smile was virtually gone from her face, and her upward gaze at me was enough to make me want to immediately strip my pants and boxers off at the same time. But we were at my brother's house. Anyone could walk in at any moment and I wasn't about to get caught with my pants down again literally, as much as I wanted to feel her mouth wrapped around my hard cock.
'Fuck. What am I going to do?' I thought to myself as she stepped closer to me.
Before I knew it, she was face to face with me. Her hand gripping my throbbing cock through my pants. Her breath smelled of the wine she had been drinking the last 4 or 5 hours. My heart was beating so hard it felt as if it was about to beat out of my chest.
'Oh, my god... fuck... is this really happening?' I thought.
Her grip became more firm, and she stroked my cock through my pants. By now the scotch had dried but replaced a large wet spot from all the precum. My breathing was heavy and I couldn't control it. She was still very calm. I could see her nipples poking through her dress again, which made me harder. My balls ached, they were full and swollen. My cock was so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of my pants.
"W-we really shouldn't be..." I said before her finger went to my lips, shushing me.
"Shhhh, relax. We won't do anything here. I can't get what I want with you worked up like this," she said in a hushed whisper with her finger pressed against my lips.
She was inches from my face. Her lips looked so amazing and delicious. She leaned in and gently kissed me and my body went rigid then limp. I stumbled back and hit the counter behind me.
"Jeff, honey, relax," she said, stepping towards me.
Her right hand went to my cheek and stroked over the stubble on my face. She raised her other hand up to the other side of my chin and leaned in for another kiss. Her lips were as soft as I imagined. Her kiss was gentle and passionate. Her eyes closed, and she moaned softly, pressing her body against mine. Instinctually my hands went to the small of her back, pulling her in closer, then down to her ass and squeezed.
"Mmm, Jeff! You naughty boy. You're grabbing my ass exactly how I like," she said, pulling her head back and gazing into my eyes.
"I've only just met you yesterday, but I've seen you around the office for the past month. The minute I laid eyes on you I knew I had to have you," she said as she leaned back in to kiss me again and my body relaxed more.
"Hey now, you two," Greg said as he entered the kitchen.
"Greg! Hey, my favorite brother! I think I'm going to call it a night. It's getting kinda late and I don't know how bad the roads are," I blurted out, suddenly pulling away from Amy's kiss.
She stood there fixing her dress and her hair. My heart was still beating hard.
"Why are you sweating, Jeff? Are you good to drive? You've got a big spot on your pants. Looks like you spilled your scotch," Greg said, looking me up and down.
'Fuck, did he know what just happened in his kitchen?? How long was he standing there...?' I thought to myself, anxiously.
"Anyway, I think we are about to put the kids to bed. Jess and Dad are staying with us tonight, then heading home tomorrow afternoon," he said as he shrugged and turned to rinse out all the glasses from the evening.
As he bent down to load them into the dishwasher, I turned to Amy. My demeanor must have turned her on again because she had one tit out squeezing it with one hand and the other hand was sliding her dress up to finger her pussy and she was staring ring at me.
"Uh, o-ok then, man. I'm going to say goodbye to everyone and head out. And, yes, I'm ok to drive. I didn't drink an entire bottle of scotch like you and dad," I said turning back to Greg just as he was standing back up and turning to me.
"Hey, I need to tell you something real quick... I know dad is lonely and bored in that big house all by himself. Mindy & I have been throwing the idea of having him move in with us for a while. I need to know your thoughts about this too..." he said, looking me dead in the eyes, both hands on my shoulders.
"Um, y-yeah, I'm fine with that. You have four times more space than I do, so it makes sense for him to live here. Are you sure you want dad here full time though? I mean, he can be quite overbearing sometimes, and he likes to have projects to keep him busy. What if you come home and he's torn your bathroom apart for a 'remodel?" I said without thinking.
"You have a point, but I'd rather he tear my bathroom apart than his own and hurt himself and there be no one to help him," Greg responded, glancing away for a quick second, "I'll talk it over with Mindy. Hey, brother, you be safe on your way home and please let me know when you arrive."
Greg turned and walked out of the kitchen. I quickly turned to Amy, who was leaning on the butcher block, arms crossed, and her tits practically laying out.
"Jesus H Christ! That couldn't have gone any worse," I stammered, looking at the floor and shaking my head.
"What are you doing to me," I looked at her and asked, completely serious.
She nonchalantly stood up, looked at me and said with her seductive smile, "driving you insane, Jeff."