Familer Inimacy

I turn my gaze back at Michael's father, smiling back, as he continues speaking, "... if you ever thought of getting married, started a family.", to which his mother lets out a surprised sound, letting out her breath in surprise in what may well have been a spit-take... had she been eating or drinking anything just then.

He shoots her a look, bemused and irritated at that, before turning back my way, "You certainly have the build for it...", he trails off, as she gives him a soft kick under the table, "What, don't people talk about such things any more? You have to admit, they would make a great-looking couple."

She takes a moment to calm down, giggling and cackling away, before speaking up, all the while wiping her face with her napkin. "Yes, well, not sure we should bring it up quite yet... but yes, I suppose now as a good time as ever." To which they share a glance, and I find myself smirking back, pleasantly surprised at what is being said.

Nodding back, Michal recovers quickly, "I'm all for it, those I may want to know her better, and..." as his father laughs a bit, and he looks over demused and inquisitive.

"Oh, your parts are more than compatible, aren't they? I'm sure the rest can sort itself out in time. I presume you have been ... how can I put this with the misses around..."

She smirks, amused at his sudden loss of words, "Oh come on Roger, you don't need to pussy-foot around now! ", and lets out an exasperated breath, turning back to Michael and me, ": He wants to know if you've fucked yet. There, I've said it.

I let out "whoo!", laughing as Michelk does his best not to have issues eating as he copes with the suprise question. One even he was not expecting. After a moment as he's still recovering, I manage to speak up, my cheeks heating up swiftly, as I declare with as much confidence as I can manage, "Yes, we have... several times, actually! We may yet again tonight! We share the same bed, since his has yet to arrive."

They save an amused look, smiling broadly. They nod once, as if sharing a mental communication that neither of us our attuned to pick up. He turns back to us, smiling broadly: Well, that's amazing news! You two are getting along so well, and so fast! We met much of the same way, and we've been married, how long? 17..."

"23". She corrects, and he mouths it out, happy and surprised by the number, and his smile grows bigger, before turning back to me.

"Yes, 23 years. I'm so happy Michel's been fated to the same. Say, we have a tradition in the family. It's a bit odd I admit, but it works well so far. Well, when one gets as intimate as you do have, the parents get to see you, well, naked. Why don't we adjourn to the living room and we can get a good look at you... without all of this frilly clothing getting in the way."

They both smile back at me, as if in unison about this. I glance at Micael, and he smiles back, choosing to take a long sip of his drink in an attempt to hide his amusement. With all eyes on me, I quickly realise I'm in the hot seat and am made to decide if I go along with this ' tradition ' of theirs. It soon grows silent, as my mind races to what is being asked for. and no way out in sight...