Four fun surprises

The house was all clean and tidy by the time Charissa came back with the kids. Each kid was holding a white paper bag, and Charissa was holding one large and one small plastic bag. And they were all smiling broadly.

They burst into the house talking a mile a minute about all the "cool" things they'd seen at the block sale. The kids said they'd committed to getting one thing for each person in our "family" (meaning the two of them, me, and Charissa as well) but they ran out of money! But Charissa was so sweet and offered to buy the last thing so they were able to get it all! And now it's playtime.

I grinned at their excitement and told them I was game. They said each thing would be a surprise and we'd unwrap them one by one. And I literally laughed out loud when my son pulled the old game Twister out of a paper bag. "Get ready!" he shouted.

Charissa and I moved furniture around in the living room to make room for the big plastic mat. "Are you sure you're up for this?" I asked her.

She laughed. "The real question is, are you up for this?!"

"Hey, I may not go for a run every morning, but I think I can handle a game of Twister!" I protested playfully.

I was first the first caller, and I couldn't believe my luck. My kids were great at this game, being young and flexible - but then, Charissa was young and flexible in her own way, too. And she was still wearing just her bikini top and short shorts. So when "Right hand green" had her bend way over, her glorious boobs were swaying in front of my eyes. And when "Right hand" bounced over to red, she ended up with her magnificent ass high in the air, seductively inviting my leering gaze.

Charissa was the next caller, and now the tables were turned. As it happens, my Twister talk was worse than my Twister bite, and I collapsed almost immediately. The kids laughed uproariously and then enjoyed continuing the game on their own. My son won that round and took his position at the calling board.

I stood next to Charissa, both of us smiling, my heart thumping away. "Right foot red" put our legs next to each other. With "Left foot green," my daughter was practically doing a split, and Charissa was standing right in front of me, her legs as spread as my own. "Right hand yellow" has us both lean down, and now my face was inches from her ass. "Left foot red" had us bent over, side by side, with her breasts hanging just to my right.

After a while, we had a hand and a foot on green and and a hand and a foot on blue. This made us both crouch down, with Charissa basically enfolded inside my body. If I turned my eyes one way, I was staring down her bikini top, which was in considerable disarray and betraying the edge of one areola. If I turned my eyes another, I could see the top her underwear peeking out of her shorts. One of her legs was running alongside mine, and the close contact with her skin was starting to stir some excitement in my shorts. With "Right hand red," we both leaned back, her ass practically impaled on my now-growing cock. I didn't think I'd be able to compose myself in front of my kids much longer!

When my son called "Left foot yellow," that was it. Charissa tried to hop but ended up crashing into me, causing us both to fall. She landed right in my lap, and I instinctively reached out to cushion her fall, briefly and unintentionally (but with pleasure) grasping her breast in the process. My daughter cheered and took her position as the caller, and Charissa and I were at it again.

The next round was even harder - and so was I! Since my son is larger than my daughter and took up a lot of space, Charissa and I were **** even closer together. Our legs were in contact most of the time, and she never once flinched or shied away. I even dared to attempt some unnecessarily dramatic moves, which brought my arms in extended contact with her hanging breasts. She just laughed and called me a showoff. When my face ended up literally inches away from her crotch as she bent backward, I knew at that point I had to bail or betray my own arousal. I intentionally fell, "accidentally" bumping her inner thigh on my way and pushing her down. Another victory for a kid.

I told the kids I needed to take a break and headed to the bathroom. I got myself to pee, sure, but mostly I was trying to calm down my erection. When I finally came back into the living room, the game was put away, and apparently, the crowd was ready for our next activity.

"That was fun!" I said, to general agreement. "What's next?"

"Now we play dress-up!" my daughter said, and Charissa and I exchanged glances with a smile.