… I Decide We Shall Go to Supper

It was only then that I noticed Ms. Inga Jonssen & Ms. Elsa Jonssen watching & listening to our conversation intently. She gave me a warm smile & crawled out to me. “Can we go eat? We can talk further over dinner…?…” She was asking but she was also rubbing her lithe body on mine as she was doing it. It successfully acquired her my full attention.

“Hearing you talk about… it… I am still going to therapy lessons for it, but I would much rather turn them into marriage counseling…?…”

“Marriage? Elsa! You Ho! You are going to scare him away. I love you… maybe now a little more…” Inga blushed as she referred to the recent make out session with her twin. “… but you are not taking my access to his dick away from me.” Inga swatted her sister, but her strike was more playful than truly reproachful.

Elsa had phrased the question rhetorically, & thus giving me an out, to defer answering it. I knew what she wanted though, & it startled & surprised me by how much I wanted to say yes. This was patently not me. Any of my old lovers would say that about me. I bred them, & then I left them, just like my dad.

It shocked me enough to be leery of the desire to do that. I had preyed on married women who often later described their husbands as love at first sight… I always thought it was more like ‘lust at first sight.’

Elsa rubbed her shoulder where her sister had hit her, & sighed with regret, “I am sorry, I know that look… I’ve seen it in the mirror enough times. You just got that thought of ‘lust at first sight.’”

You were shocked with how frank & earnest Elsa was choosing to be. You could tell that this was new to her because her words weren’t canned responses rehearsed in her head. You only saw it because you doing this whole thing was also new to you. Like recognizes like.

Canned responses were often filled with witty one liners & zingers; the other half of the time, the words were carefully chosen to avoid being misunderstood. People just didn’t come up with those sentences in the heat of the moment.

Yet Elsa was also right…

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It was time to eat…

I deftly vaulted up displaying my sleek & powerful black skinned muscles, but then bent down to pick Elsa up in a bridal carry.

“Hhheeeyyy!!!” Elsa exclaimed as if it was drastically different than the cold indifference that she expected from me. Nevertheless, that was the point of the action, & Elsa was quick witted enough to catch on. She then chose to drape her arms & hands around your broad shoulders & laid her head gently against you.

“Hey! I am part of this too, where is my… whatever that is called.”

Mrs. Barbara Jonssen giggled & pulled impulsive daughter up next to her, to follow you. “It’s called a bridal carry love, & you aren’t being left out. He is just reassuring Elsa that he has chosen differently than what she assumed.”

You were busy navigating the hallway & stairs, & unable to watch people’s reaction. Yet you did hear Elsa antagonize her twin further. “I keep telling you, that you should take more risks Inga; you might get farther.”

“Hey! This is her abusing me, mom! Is this how you want your daughters to behave?” Inga tried to go with the parental attack.

“I think you should stop thinking about his dick or stop calling me mother. Make the choice, because doing otherwise will make things more complicated & difficult.”