Family Dinners

Jeremiah Holland came home from work tired, like most nights.

Work was draining, his company kept him busy at all times, and the near hour’s drive coming back from Coral Sands was rough as usual. He wasn’t quite as dead tired tonight, though, it was a much more manageable weariness. He chalked it up to Alexis’ presence, as his niece had done quite a decent bit of work today, even if she never stopped arguing with Willow. Overall, she’d been a net positive for his workload, though she was something of a distraction herself, looking as good as she looked.

Thinking of his elder sister’s daughters had been really doing it for him recently, especially ever since he’d fucked his own baby girl. Having Daisy stretched out on his cock, her body arched, head tipped back, lusty moans escaping those perfect lips of hers… Jeremiah banished the thought of his twenty year old daughter’s flawless body as best he could, trying to avoid walking into his house with a raging boner. He gathered his work bag and his coffee cup from his car, concentrating hard on mundane things like the latest football game he’d watched or the errands he had to run this weekend.

It worked decently well, until he made it to the kitchen, at least. Quite the view awaited him in the kitchen, and Jeremiah had to admit defeat. He was just glad his pants weren’t tight enough to be too revealing of what was happening down south.

Olivia Vane was standing next to Amy Blackson, the two girls chatting happily. Amy wore a short white skirt baring her thick, creamy thighs and a pink tank top that was too thin to conceal the navy bra she wore beneath it. Her tank top showed off considerable pale, milky cleavage, but it was dwarfed by the woman next to her’s. Olivia also wore a tank top, though her lower half was clad in snug, form-fitting yoga pants. Her tank top was clearly struggling with the size of her breasts, and Jeremiah simultaneously felt bad for the tank top and was deeply envious of it. Keeping Olivia’s bosom in check couldn’t be an easy feat.

“You’re home early.” the third sexy vision in the kitchen said, audibly surprised.

“Perks of having a personal assistant.” Jeremiah told his wife with a shrug. “She handled all that bullshit paper pushing that usually keeps me there so late.”

“Well, I’m glad hiring Alexis was a good decision then.” Danielle nodded. Danielle was looking plenty sexy tonight herself, in skintight pale blue jeans and a red crossover top with a sizable boob window showing off plenty of cleavage and chest. She was very plainly not wearing a bra, a view Jeremiah didnt mind one bit.

“It definitely was. Jenson and I were both feeling so remarkably un-exhausted tonight that he invited me over for a beer and a game later tonight.” Jeremiah said.

“Post-work plans?” Danielle asked wryly. “My, my. Should have hired a personal assistant years ago.”

“Who knew it’d be so nice?” Jeremiah shrugged. “Always seemed like such an unnecessary expense.”

“Maybe you can hire your little sister too, get one each for you and Jenson.” Danielle smirked.

Jeremiah snorted. “I’m not sure anything could tie Juliette down to a stable job.”

Jeremiah’s elder sister Tessa and him had both risen high in the business world, with Tessa high in the ranks of Onyx Technologies and himself running a real estate development company. The third Holland sibling was a bit less… career-oriented. By which Jeremiah meant that his little sister Juliette Holland spent her days traveling around the globe thanks to a hefty allowance from their parents.

“Hi, Mr. Holland.” Amy said with a smile, a faint blush rising to her pale face. It must be nearly impossible for her to conceal even the slightest flush. Curse of being a ginger, he supposed. Flashes of Amy’s naked body rose up in his memories, entwining with those of Daisy’s until the mental vision of the two girls formed into him with both girls licking and kissing his cock, their ample racks pressing into his thighs…

Jeremiah jolted back to the present sharply when he saw Danielle walking up to him. For one surprising moment, he thought she was going to kiss him hello. It was something they did very infrequently these days, if at all. His exhaustion and overworking had all but destroyed his marriage, and he doubted hiring a personal assistant was going to change that overnight.

Still, when she held out a hand with a glass of wine in it, it felt something like an appreciation for his timely return home.

“Thank you.” Jeremiah said, and on impulse he kissed her cheek, accepting the wineglass.

“Don’t drink too much of that, or you won’t be able to go hang out with Jenson, who you already spend basically every hour of the day with.” Danielle said, but she sounded more exasperated than angry, which was something, he supposed.

“Daddy!” a voice exclaimed, and Jeremiah turned to find arms wrapping around him, and a pair of very large tits pressing up against his chest.

“Hey, baby.” Jeremiah murmured, squeezing her close to him.

“You’re home for dinner!” Daisy exclaimed, surprised, and Jeremiah gave a rueful grin.

“I suppose it is out of the ordinary. Having Alexis as a personal assistant had more of an impact on my workload than I expected.” Jeremiah shrugged, squeezing his elder daughter one more time before finally releasing her.

She’d clearly dressed down for the night already, wearing a pair of mesh black short shorts and a pink crop top that didn’t fully cover the bottom of her breasts. Said breasts were rather bouncy without a bra on, Jeremiah noted. Such attire was not unfamiliar on Daisy, yet it was even more enticing these days, now that he’d already fucked the coed tease.

Jace and Dana came walking into the kitchen behind Daisy, and the twins nodded hello at Jeremiah as Jace went over to Danielle and Dana went over to Olivia and Amy.

Dana, Olivia, and Amy seemed very engaged in a conversation involving a lot of proper nouns Jeremiah didn’t quite understand, but it sounded like a fantasy TV or book series. Or movie series, possibly.

Danielle and Jace were looking over dinner together, which left Jeremiah and Daisy.

“Dinner’s almost ready, anybody who wants to can go and sit down.” Danielle called. Jeremiah shrugged and headed that way, alongside Daisy. Jeremiah set his wineglass down at his spot at the head of the table, though it was a spot he did not often occupy, usually coming home too late for a proper dinner. It was much more frequent that he warmed up some leftovers and ate on the couch while trying not to fall asleep.

Tonight though, he was weary but not bone-tired, and he greatly enjoyed the view as Daisy placed herself at his left, her leg brushing against his. Her toes grazed the skin above his sock, and his eyes met her intense teal gaze, hot with desire.

“Simmer down some.” Jeremiah murmured as the three girls started making their way to the table, but if the hand Daisy set on his thigh was any indication, she didn’t plan on settling down much. If any.

Dana sat down beside Daisy, with Amy on her other side. Olivia sat opposite Amy, leaving the last two empty chairs on Jeremiah’s right, two spots between her and him, for Jace and Danielle, of course. Jeremiah was ever so slightly disappointed by the buxom blonde’s distance from him, but he figured Daisy was enough sexy blonde for him to handle tonight. Judging by that look in her eyes, she might be too much sexy blonde for him to handle.

Jace and Danielle carried the food over, and Jace stood behind Olivia’s chair, looking over the table thoughtfully.

“It looks great, Jace.” Dana smiled up at her twin brother, who shrugged.

“It looks OK.” he said.

“You made dinner?” Jeremiah raised his eyebrows. He’d never known his son to do anything in the kitchen beyond maybe throw some deli meat on a roll.

“With help from Mom and Liv.” Jace grinned. He put his hand on Olivia’s shoulder, squeezing her. She smiled, turning to kiss the inside of his wrist while Danielle rubbed his back encouragingly.

“It may not be Michelin quality, but it’s great for your first time cooking, hon.” she laughed.

Jace didn’t look so sure about that, but he accepted the praise and sat down between Olivia and Danielle.

“Let’s eat.” Jeremiah smiled, happy to be having freshly cooked food.

———

Sophia Wayne came into the dining room to find the mood in the room had already soured. She sighed heavily, dropping into her usual seat and glancing between the three occupants of the room.

Her twin children steadily avoided her searching green gaze, but her fiancee looked at her apologetically. She shook her head, assuring him that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“How was school, Skylar?” Sophia asked.

Skylar scowled. “Fine.”

“And Sam?” she asked, looking to her son.

“Pretty good.” he said flatly.

“Great, great.” Sophia muttered. “Look, guys, we can’t keep doing this.”

“I agree.” Skylar said, lifting her head to look at Sophia. “We should stop.”

Sophia glared daggers at her daughter, who glared back just as sharply.

“Skylar Gwendolyn Wayne.” Sophia snapped, a surge of anger rushing through her as she stood up. “Your father died when you were six years old. It has been twelve years. I have had a long day at work, and I am in no mood to listen to you throw a temper tantrum because after twelve years, I finally found somebody who I loved. I get that you miss Jonathan, and I miss him every day of my life. Every time I go to work, I think about him, and it is damn disrespectful for you to say I don’t care about my husband.”

Skylar stared at her, mouth hanging open in shock.

Sophia swallowed hard, and walked out of the room. Tears stung at her eyes, but she blinked them back as she swept past the entrance hall, ascended the grand staircase and went to her bedroom.

It was with trembling hands that she started tugging at the watch she wore on her wrist, setting it on the dresser. She unclasped her necklace with equally unsteady hands, and put it carefully with her other necklaces on the little rack she had for them.

Her gaze fell on one, hung in a place of special prominence. It was a golden necklace with several beautiful and vastly expensive emeralds set into it. Jonathan had bought it for her as a present for their… fourth date? Fifth? Far too soon for such a stunningly pricey gift, in Sophia’s opinion. She’d been the eighteen year old daughter of a rather poor family, and this necklace had been world-altering to her at the time.

Now, eighteen years later, she was Sophia Wayne, who was the CEO of a huge corporation and had more money than she knew what to do with. Her life had changed infinitely more than she’d ever thought possible, but the man who’d vowed to spend every day of it by her side had been gone after just six years.

Sophia thought every day about what her life would be like if Jonathan had lived. She wouldn’t be a CEO, she’d likely have no stresses in the world beyond being a mother, and she’d very likely have more than just two children. Her and Jonathan had been talking about having more, but they’d never gotten the chance.

She’d sobbed an unknowable number of times over the life and love she had lost, over the children she’d never have, of the happiness she’d never find. She loved Dean, she did, but maybe she wasn’t ready for another marriage. It felt awful to even contemplate after agreeing to marry him, but surely a woman ready to marry someone should not be spending so much time grieving her former husband.

Surely it wasn’t right, or proper, or fair-

“Sophia?” a voice spoke, and Sophia’s head lifted. She realized only then that tears were streaming down her face, and she hastily wiped them away with the backs of her hands, sniffing hard.

“Dean, I- I was just…” Sophia tried in a trembling voice, but she just couldn’t put the words together. He gave her a look of deep sadness, and came towards, wrapping his arms around her. Her arms went around his neck, and she let out a breath.

“It’s OK, Soph.” Dean murmured, leading her to the bed, where they sat down together. “They’ll come around eventually.”

“Dean, I can’t marry you.” Sophia sobbed. He stiffened and leaned back, but there was no accusation in his eyes, only concern.

“What? Is everything OK?” Dean frowned.

“I…. You have been nothing but wonderful, but you deserve a woman who doesn’t spend way too many nights crying over her last husband.” Sophia shook her head. “You deserve somebody better than me.”

Dean laughed, and then he shook his head. “I don’t care about that, Sophia. You lost your husband, that doesn’t just go away.”

“But-” Sophia shook her head, and Dean cupped her cheek tenderly.

“You are an absolutely incredible woman, Soph. If you really don’t want to marry me, I can’t blame you, you can do so much better than me.” Dean chuckled. “But if you don’t want to marry me because you’re afraid I’ll be upset that you still love Jonathan, you have nothing to worry about.”

Sophia swallowed hard, emotion welling up in her throat, and she practically slumped against his chest in relief.

“I had no idea you were so worried about that.” Dean said softly, kissing her temple.

“I just thought it didn’t seem fair to you, that I still love Jonathan.” Sophia confessed.

“I remember Jonathan. My sister and him were, well, that’s not important. But he and I hung out a bit in high school, and he was a good guy. I think he’d be happy to know you were happy.” Dean shrugged. “And I’m not going anywhere, not because you love the man you chose to marry.”

“I love you too, you know.” Sophia sniffled. Dean smiled, and he kissed her. It was a salty kiss from her tears, but it was like a breath of fresh air, like a weight lifted off her shoulders.

“I do know.” Dean nodded. “And I love you too.”

Sophia smiled, and then there was the sound of a throat clearing. Sophia and Dean both turned to see Skylar standing there, looking uncertain.

“Mom, uh, can we talk?” Skylar asked.

“I’ll go finish up dinner.” Dean decided, and he rose to his feet. He didn’t kiss Sophia goodbye, which was probably for the best in front of Skylar, but he gave her a look of encouragement that made her smile.

Dean left the room, and Sophia looked at her daughter, patting the bed beside her. As Skylar crossed the room, Sophia was struck by just how much her daughter looked like her.

Skylar was tall, just like Sophia. She remembered back in high school, when she was taller than a fair amount of the boys, and felt like a giant. She was only 5’10, same as Skylar, but when her girlfriends were 5’3, 5’4, 5’5, it made her feel huge. Like Skylar, Sophia was all legs, though from what Jonathan had told her, he’d been very very attracted to her ‘mile long legs’. That made her giggle, then he’d kissed his way up her mile long legs, starting with her smooth feet and up her calves, then up her thighs, until his lips found her pussy, and he’d taken her breath away like he always did.

Skylar had Sophia’s bright green eyes, and her pale blonde hair. After her recent growth spurt, she also now had the same sized breasts as Sophia, the both of them being a D cup. Sophia knew that because Skylar had swiped one of her bras for a date with Jace. Or a ‘totally-not-date’, that is, because for some reason, her daughter stubbornly refused to admit she was head over heels for Danielle Holland’s handsome son. And Skylar’s future cousin, she supposed, but that was a thought a little too strange to focus on.

Skylar sat down on the bed beside Sophia, and mother and daughter locked eyes.

“I’m sorry about Dean.” Skylar said in a slow, mutinous tone. Apologizing was not something her daughter excelled at, which made Sophia appreciate the effort.

“What about him?” Sophia couldn’t resist pressing.

“Um… calling him names behind his back, trying to seduce him in the bathroom that one time, calling him names to his face, saying his cock was small-” Skylar started listing on her fingers.

“Wait, what was that last one?” Sophia blinked.

“Oh, I guess he didn’t tell you about that. He’s a perfectly average size. Maybe even a little bigger than average.” Skylar said, in a tone that was maybe meant to be comforting, to Sophia’s bafflement. Dean was smaller than Jonathan had been, but Jonathan had been the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Dean still blew many of her past lovers out of the water. What kind of cocks was Skylar working with?

Unbidden, a thought rose up in her head of watching Jace’s cock saw in and out of her daughter’s soaked pussy, and admittedly… he had been bigger than Dean. By quite a bit. She supposed Jace was Skylar’s primary frame of reference, which made sense, as he was her boyfriend in all but name.

“But I’m also sorry to you.” Skylar continued, with an unusual level of gravity to her tone. “I shouldn’t have said all those things about Dad. I know you care about him, I just… it’s always been the three of us, you know?”

“I know, baby.” Sophia murmured, wrapping her arms tightly around her daughter. “And you and Sam have been everything to me these past years. The two of you were always there for me, and I can never be grateful enough for you two. I didn’t really plan on dating anybody, and I definitely didn’t plan on marrying anybody. I thought my days of romance were over a long time ago, but I met Dean by chance, and things just… continued.”

“I want you to be happy, Mom.” Skylar said softly. “I’m not gonna call him Dad or anything, but I’ll at least stop being a bitch to him.”

“You’re not a bitch, honey. You’re just… difficult sometimes.” Sophia said tactfully, making Skylar gasp indignantly.

“Mom!” she exclaimed, making Sophia laugh and squeeze her daughter closer. Their breasts pressed together, and Sophia relished the warmth of the hug. After so long arguing relentlessly with Skylar, it was nice to have peace.

“I’m kidding.” Sophia assured her daughter. “You’re wonderful.”

“And I’m not half bad either, right?” a voice said, and Sophia laughed, holding out her arm to Sam. Sam came forwards and hugged her too, Sophia’s hand clutching at the back of his head as his arms encircled her and Skylar.

“It’s always gonna be the three of us.” Sophia told her twins. “Dean’s joining the family, but I’m always gonna be here for you two.”

“Yeah, and besides, there’d be four of us pretty soon regardless when Sky marries Jace.” Sam pointed out. That comment was swiftly followed up by an ‘ow!’ as Skylar elbowed him in the ribs, looking rather pleased with herself.

“Oh, we all know that’s coming.” Sophia smiled, making Skylar groan.

“Jace and I aren’t together!” she maintained.

“Skylar, honey, you look at him like he hung the moon.” Sophia smiled. “I know that look, it was the same one I had when I was your age, looking at your father.”

Skylar’s lips parted in surprise, and she swallowed. “Really?”

“Really.” Sophia smiled, and she kissed her daughter’s cheek. “If it helps, he looks smitten with you, too.”

“But if he’s not, I’ll beat his ass.” Sam suggested.

“Like you could.” Skylar scoffed.

———

Jace Holland was a shitty cook.

The food had turned out fine, Olivia and Danielle had steered him away from any big mistakes, though he’d very nearly made quite a few. It was mostly due to them that the meal had turned out edible. And he couldn’t even blame being distracted by their sexy bodies, as he’d been so stressed out with cooking he hadn’t even gotten to properly admire them.

He was used to doing just about everything pretty well, so having something go so disastrously for him was relatively unusual. With enough charm and athletic ability, most endeavors in his life had gone pretty well. Cooking was something he could not charm, and being able to throw a football pretty good didn’t do a whole lot for him, unless he had to quickly get rid of a scorched, actively burning bread roll.

He’d had a fun time though, and spending time with Danielle and Olivia was always great. There were definitely worse ways to spend an afternoon, that’s for sure.

“So, how was school?” Jeremiah asked, looking between his three children.

“It was good.” Dana spoke first. “Classes were alright, but we got two new cheerleaders on the squad.”

“You did?” Jace blinked. “Who?”

“Well, they’re not new cheerleaders, but they were on the junior squad before today and now they’re on the senior squad. Skylar and Ana are their big cheersisters.” Dana explained. “It sounds like one of them might wind up as next year’s cheer captain.”

“Oh, cool. Who’d they pick?” Jace wondered.

“It’s these two girls London and Alyssa. I’m not sure about their last names, but London’s really shy. She seems super sweet though. Alyssa’s a lot more sociable, and she was a lot more confident.” Dana explained.

“I think I know Alyssa. I’m pretty sure she was coming onto Matt last week.” Jace mused.

“Wouldn’t surprise me. She’s very confident.” Dana shrugged.

“How was work, daddy?” Daisy jumped in.

“Not so tiring now that your cousin is my personal assistant.” Jeremiah said with a smile.

Jace felt a hand on his thigh and automatically chalked it up to Olivia, but then he realized the hand was on the wrong thigh. She was on his right, but the hand was on his left thigh. He glanced down casually and saw it was his mother’s hand on his thigh, not his buxom girlfriend’s.

Jace tried to keep eating like nothing was happening, but Danielle’s hand was stroking his thigh, getting awfully close to his stiffening cock. As Jeremiah chatted on about work, Danielle’s fingers grew closer and closer to his growing bulge.

“Oh, I finished a project in Mr. Jin’s class.” Dana spoke up after Jeremiah finished saying something about work. It was getting harder to focus on what the others were saying. Danielle’s fingers rubbed against the bulge in his shorts in earnest now, cupping and squeezing his hard cock through the material of the shorts. His cock pulsated angrily against its’ prison, and it was a relief when Dani’s hand undid the button of his shorts and painstakingly slowly started tugging down the zipper. How she’d managed a button one-handed Jace wasn’t sure, but he guessed she’d had practice.

Danielle’s fingers found his bulge again, this time separated from his cock only by the thin fabric of his boxers. Her fingers brushed against the length of his shaft, teasing him.

“Oh, it was good.” Olivia spoke suddenly, startling Jace. Olivia looked at him in surprise, and she thoughtlessly reached out to rub his leg as she continued talking. His cock leaped against Danielle’s fingers, but thankfully all their misdeeds were hidden beneath the table, and so long as Olivia’s hand stayed on his knee rather than up near his cock, things should be OK.

If he had expected his mother to stop because of Olivia’s hand on his knee, he was sorely mistaken. Her fingers delved beneath his boxers, and Jace shoveled food into his mouth quickly to stifle the groan that came from his mouth at the feeling of Danielle’s fingers around his length.

With his girlfriend squeezing his knee comfortingly, it was a wild experience having his mother pumping his cock right then. But that was where Jace was. He glanced sideways to see his mom looked like the picture of innocence. Her hands might have been demurely folded in her lap, except her right hand was in her son’s lap, not her own.

Jace reached out for Olivia, as he couldn’t grab Danielle like he wanted to right now. He put his hand on Olivia’s thigh, and she smiled playfully at him as he did so, her hand coming off his knee to rest on his hand on her leg. Jace squeezed Olivia’s thigh, as between his legs, Danielle’s hand was stroking his cock masterfully, using his own pre-cum as lubrication.

Her hand rose to the top of his cock, her thumb caressing the helmet of his cock. The soft pad of her thumb stroked along his glans, the most sensitive part of his cock. He was throbbing needily in his hand, but each time she somehow sensed him drawing too close to an explosion, she released his cock for a minute or so. He was desperately fighting the urge to cum the whole dinner, and the other occupants of the table could have been discussing anything for all he knew.

Danielle lifted her right hand and coughed into it, which Jace didn’t think much of, until she returned her hand to his cock and he realized she hadn’t coughed into it, she’d spat into it. Her saliva felt even better as her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him up and down again. His hand tightened on Olivia’s thigh, and she looked at him in concern.

“You OK?” she mouthed to him, her green eyes worried behind the lenses of her glasses.

“All good.” Jace mouthed back, and she smiled, squeezing the hand he had on her thigh. Olivia leaned in close to his ear, and Jace’s cock twitched in Danielle’s grasp as she began to whisper.

“You seem so stressed out. I’ll make sure to relax you later tonight.” Olivia whispered, her lips brushing his ear. She gave him a more solid kiss on the cheek, her green eyes holding promises as he leaned back. Jace was on the precipice of cumming right now, and Danielle didn’t seem in any hurry to slow down this time.

Jace vaguely heard his father talking, and wondered if her increased speed was due to whatever he was saying, but trying to focus on the words would distract him from bending all his will not to cum all over the floor. Or maybe all over Dana’s feet, who sat opposite him. That would definitely be tough to explain.

He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut to block out the view of the three sexy girls sitting opposite him, Daisy, Dana, and Amy, or his busty girlfriend’s tits that were just visible in his peripheral vision. Squeezing his eyes shut at dinner might be a little strange though. Daisy leaned back to stretch, lifting her arms and yawning. When she did so, she showed off incredible underboob, her crop top lifting to show a hint of her nipples.

The second he saw his big sister’s nipples, it was over. But Danielle’s hand flashed suddenly to the top of his cock, and as Jace’s cock started spurting cum, it felt like just about all of it was right into his mother’s palm. The tips of her nails scratched gently on his cock, encouraging him to let it out as he finally was able to cum, gripping Olivia’s thigh as he did so.

Danielle lifted her left hand to grab the napkin off the table, before wiping her mouth with it and setting it down in her lap, where her right hand joined it. Jace let out a breath of relief, finally not fighting an oncoming tide. He glanced down to see Danielle wiping her hand in the napkin, and he took his hand off Olivia’s thigh. She quirked a smile at him, and he smiled back. He put his hands in his lap, subtly tucking his cock away as he did so. He felt a bit sticky still up at the tip, but his mother had done an incredible job not making a mess.

He suspected this wasn’t the first time she’d sneakily made a man cum beneath a table. She was a little too smooth with it, but Jace didn’t mind that one bit. He was the proud recipient of all her experience.