Chapter 75

“Actually, she asked me out,” Alexa admitted, blushing a little while I sat in a big chair nearby. “I kind of said yes because I wanted to know someone and she is sort of cute. She came to see me in the hospital and your son got an eyefull when she said goodbye to me.”

Mom began giggling uncontrollably, to the place where dad almost had to stop rubbing her feet. “Oh, honey,” she teased, looking over at me with tears of mirth in her eyes. “Did your auntie traumatize you?”

“Har-har, mother,” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Jeanie just gave your sister a rather involved kiss before she left, it’s not like I’ve never seen two girls lez out before.”

Alexa flushed scarlet at my language and dad chuckled. My mom seemed to not know what to say for a moment, a dear blessing from my point of view since she’d been scoring off me all evening. I stood and went over to the entertainment center, putting on a CD of Lionel Hampton, one of mom’s favourite jazz artists. She relaxed again and hummed contentedly.

“Alex, move Allie over to the other chesterfield and massage her feet,” she said languidly. “She could use the tlc and you could use the practice for when you get a girl, you’ll need to know how to spoil her.”

My aunt and I shared a look and I shrugged. I stood and took her by the hand, leading her over to the other chesterfield. I gently laid her down and then lifted her feet, sitting beneath them. I removed her shoes and knee-length socks, trying to not look up her skirt. It was a ruffled, flowing thing that terminated maybe mid-thigh. I looked over at mom and dad while I began rubbing her toes. Alexa sighed and settled into the couch.

“This is nice,” mom murmured, tracing a fingernail along the carpet at the foot of the chesterfield. “It’s been a very busy week for everyone in this family and hopefully we’re settling into a pleasant and relaxed rhythm for the rest of the summer, no more surprises.”

“Amen to that.” Alexa agreed. “Hey, Alex isn’t too bad at this.”

“Better not be,” dad said, still working the balls of mom’s feet. “I taught him every single technique I used in seducing your sister.”

“Well, let’s hope he’s not that good…” Alexa said, causing mom to giggle again.

I felt her clasp my fingers with her toes, almost caressing me, a secret signal between us.

We sat in silence for some time, the men reverently servicing the women they worshipped and loved. Alexa’s arm that was pressed into the back of the couch her hand subtly touching my forearm and caressing it. Neither dad or mom could see that from their angle, so it was alright.

“Well, at least Alex will get glowing references from me about his foot massages if girls ask,” Alexa murmured. “But I’m not ready for sleep yet and he’s sending me there.”

“Well, I’d say let’s open some wine, but Allie can’t have any for the next few days,” mom mused. “Oh, I know. Honey, go and get one of the hookahs, she can do that.”

“I thought we had a kid so he could run and fetch things,” dad answered, pretending to look confused. “Was I wrong?”

“No, not at all, but he’s busy turning Allie into a puddle and that’s more important, so be a dear and get one of the new ones, will you?”

He nodded and got out from beneath her, heading off to get the hookah and supplies. Mom got up slowly and sighed, rotating her neck.

“Mmm, what that man does to me,” she breathed. “He’s in for a great night.”

I screwed up my face, retreating inside my head and trying to not hear what my mom was talking about. I’m glad and grateful she was relaxing, but this was a little much and not quite what I had in mind.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to take Alex’s room for the next few days?” Alexa asked. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Darling, you’d be a bother if you had a dizzy spell in the middle of the night and went crashing down the stairs,” mom chided. “Gollum will be fine, he’ll just be suffering separation anxienty from his gaming consoles.”

I just rolled my eyes.

“I’ll make sure that he stocks the fridge downstairs with things you might need, juices and snacks and so on,” mom added. “Is there anything Alex can get from your room for you?”

“Er, no.” Alexa replied.

“Oh, Allie, don’t be vain,” mom insisted. “I don’t want you going back and forth up the stairs, a switch in head elevation too rapidly and you-“

“It’s not that Karen,” Alexa interrupted. “It’s just that, well… anything I might need from my room, I really don’t think Alex will want to be getting for me.”

Mom thought about what her sister was saying for a moment and then began giggling, to the place where tears were running down her face.

“It sounds like you both really need to find some dates…” she wheezed.

Alexa and I looked at one another, clearly not impressed.

Dad returned, with the hookah, coals an shisha. “Who’s up for a little Seventh Heaven?”

***

Alexa and I now sat on the couch my father and mother had recently vacated, the two of them headed to bed, with mom informing me that I’d be on duty for checking on her sister at 3 am. We’d gone through one bowl of shisha when mom got light-headed and giggly, telling dad she needed to take him to be so he could have his way with her. She kissed us both goodnight and they headed out of the room, with their arms around one another.

Alexa was curled into my side, watching as a blew a large cloud of billowing white smoke into the air. It smelled like papaya, mango and mint, one of my favourites. I offered her the stem and she took it, inhaling deeply. She then leaned up into me, pressing her lips to mine and gently blowing the smoke into my mouth, following it up with a loving, wet kiss. She put her arms around me, hugging me close, her cheek on my shoulder.

“I’m so in love with you,” she whispered. “And you know what sucks about that?”

“What?” I asked.

“We’ll never be able to share another Dutch Kiss,” she said quietly. “Because I’ll always have a reason and need to kiss you.”

She climbed into my lap, straddling me with her arms around my neck. I could feel her thong panties nestle down against me and pressing her chest against mine. She stared deeply into my eyes in the low light of the room. Slow jazz music caressed the air. With a single, fluid motion, she used one hand to pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside, leaving her magnificent breasts exposed. It was a risk, of sorts, but neither of us cared at that moment.

We kissed deeply and passionately. She reached down and picked up the stem, taking another deep inhale before pressing her lips to mine and blowing the smoke into my mouth. I smiled and exhaled gently, billowing the smoke around her heaving breasts. She stored the stem between her breasts and pressed to me, holding it in place while we kissed. Alexa smirked as she simply bent her head down to put her lips around the mouthpiece and take another pull.