Christmas

It was Christmas for the Putnams. Since Thanksgiving was busy between Carrie having two newborns to take care of and the aftermath of the election, everyone agreed to get together for Christmas instead. Tommy and Cassie were getting married on New Year's Eve, so it was a busy time as usual for all. You and Marco arrived at your Daddy's mansion, and Carrie greeted both you and Marco with a big hug. You went inside, giving your Daddy a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"You make a very pretty girl, Joanie," he said, then he shook Marco's hand.

"I'm sorry for what happened all those years ago. I'm glad you and Joanie were able to reconnect." Marco nodded.

"It's water under the bridge. We were all different people back then." You hung out with Sam and her boyfriend for a bit, and eventually transitioned to helping Carrie with the turkey and ham.

"So how do you like being a mom?" you asked.

"Oh, it's wonderful, sweetie, it really is. Having these two lives to nourish and educate and develop. I can't wait for more, and neither can your dad," she smiled slyly. "How about you? Going to give me any grandchildren soon?" She meant adoption or surrogacy, of course.

"We're talking about it, but he hasn't even asked the question yet, so I don't want to get my hopes up," you said, looking down at your feet. She reached up to rub your cheek. It was hard to imagine your ex-girlfriend being the grandmother of your children, but you kind of wanted it.

"He'll ask when the time is right. Now, this pie isn't going to bake itself, sweetie." You nodded and put on your apron.

***

Your dad was going to cut the ham. Marco interrupted him.

"Mr. Putnam?" John was holding a knife. It better be a good interruption, you thought.

"Yes Marco?"

"Umm ... I know you have a history of proposals on big holidays. I know you proposed to Barbie on a Thanksgiving. If I may take a moment. Joanie ... I loved you when we were kids. I loved you even after I lost you. And when Sam and Barbie came up to the Bay Area to tell me about you, I just couldn't believe it. I don't want to lose you again. I want you to be with me for the rest of our lives. Will you be my wife?" You broke down into tears.

"Yes, Marco, yes, yes, yes!" you cried out through the happy tears, jumping into your arms. Everyone applauded.

"Now we really have something to celebrate," John said. It was partially in jest. There was an abundance of things to celebrate.

***

That night the familiar noises started, first from your parent's room. You heard your ex start sucking on your Dad's cock, him making happy mewling noises. Then you heard him mount her, their kissing, their moans and groans. The house gradually started filling with sounds of sex. But this time you didn't need a dildo. You leaned down, undoing Marco's pajamas and pulling out his thick cock. Time to make your own contribution to the symphony.