Two sets of hands will make the work go faster.

"Don't worry, Jen. Two sets of hands will make the work go faster, and then we can relax with everyone until it's time to actually throw the meat on the grill!"
Jenna smiles at you. "Thanks, babe."
Karen smiles. "Oh alright, I guess I shouldn't distract you then. I'd pitch in, but I'm all thumbs in the kitchen. Jack likes to eat out."
"I doubt it." Jenna smirks.
"Oh, you little bitch!" Karen laughs. "....you're not wrong though."
"Yeah that's cool, girls. I'm not standing right here or anything." You try to bury yourself in preparing the meats for grilling.
"From what I hear, James, you're pretty partial to.... dining out." Karen gives you a wicked grin. You think your face might be turning purple. "Must be nice, Jenna."
Jenna is aghast. "KAREN!" she flicks a stalk of celery at her sister, and as luck would have it, it lands directly in her cleavage.
"Oooh. Sexy... now all I need is a little ranch dressing." Jenna buries her face in her hands.
"I'm starting to regret this...."
"Alright, you two. Finish quick so we can get blasted and reclaim our lost youth." She sways out of the room and onto the deck, with the celery stalk still peaking up from her tits.
"That woman...It's like we're not even related." Jenna starts seasoning the potatoes to get them ready to pop into the oven.
You start making quick work of all the prep together.{if ScottyFix = 1
}A few minutes after Karen leaves, a knock on the doorframe leading to the garage brings up both your gazes as Scott McCann pokes his head in.
"Plumber here! Got a leak?" Jenna chuckles.
"Hi, Scotty..." there's that tone again. And now she's eyeballing him, with his tight shirt over arms that are still plenty toned after 6 years discharged from the Marines. He's shorter than you by about an inch or two, but wider framed, with the short cropped hair that called him out as ex-military. He comes in with his toolbox, giving a little wave.
"We'll get you sorted out in no time. I saw all the cars. Can't have a bathroom out of commision with all that going on." He stops as he passes the kitchen. "Hey Jenna." he leans down to give her a peck on the cheek. You watch, trying to pretend like you aren't. "You look really nice today."
"Master bathroom upstairs, Scotty. First door on your right at the top of the stairs."
"Heard that, boss."
Jenna grabs his arm, "Scotty, when it's all finished, will you stay for dinner? {if JennaWarned = 1
}I happen to know that your big sister received an invitation, so you should stick around too. The more the merrier!" She's shooting you a look, now. You see. That's how it's going to be, huh?{else
}We have more than enough food, and I think it would be great!" {endif
}
"Well, that sounds lovely, thanks. I'll definitely give it some thought while I'm working. But duty calls, ma'am."
"Scotty, haven't I told you not to call me ma'am?" Jenna giggles.
"Sorry ma'a- Sorry, Jen. Old habits, y'know?" He heads upstairs, and Jenna watches him go, until you "accidentally" drop a mixing bowl hard on the countertop.
"Hi!" you give Jenna a look.
"What? I'm just being friendly!{if JennaWarned =1} See, it cuts both ways!"{else}"{endif}
You shake your head and just get back to work. {endif}
In a very succinct amount of time, the prep work is done, and you head upstairs with Jenna to change into swimwear. For you this only consists of trading your socks and shoes for sandals. If you want to take a dip, you can just wear your khaki shorts. Mainly, you just like to ogle Jenna as she gets dressed{if ScottyFix = 1} and with Scotty fixing the bathroom right next door...let's just say, you'd like to be present.{endif} For some reason, Jenna steps into the walk-in closet to change. Huh. That's weird.
"Hey...you shy all of a sudden baby?"
"No..." her voice is playful. "I just have a surprise."
You sit on the bed, and after a minute, Jenna reappears.

Your jaw drops. She's wearing the super sexy orange bikini that you bought for her last Mother's Day, with the fishnet coverup. She had chided you for the gift not really being appropriate for Mother's Day, and hadn't felt comfortable enough with herself all last summer to break it out. But she's been killing it all winter, and she is positively mouthwatering.
{if Jenna > 39
}"You like?" She twirls for you, showing off taut muscle and soft curves in good proportion.
"Definitely." {if JxJLater = 1
}She seems a little too eager for you to approve. It's probably the guilt driving her now. Perhaps she's trying to remind you of all the reasons you should forgive her?{endif
}
{elseif Jenna > 30
}"What do you think?" she cocks one knee and puts her hands on her hips.
"You look gorgeous." It's the simple truth. {else
}"It finally fits the way I like." She glides past you, and all you can do is stare. {endif
}You both head downstairs, and as you pass through the main foyer and towards the dining room, you hear the unmistakable rhythmic sounds of sex drifting down the hallway from Jared's room.
"...ah...ah..ah..ah..ah.anh!.." Tara's voice pipes out in muffled pleasure. Jenna {if JxJLater = 1
}looks a little distracted. "You should have a talk with him about doing that when we have company over, James..." she then looks at you, "I mean...if you think...you should..." You don't like this. You wish Jenna would go back to the way she was before. This timid Jenna is not the woman you love. {elseif Jenna > 35
}grabs you around the waist as you bend down to pick up the cooler full of beer and liquor. "Sounds like somebody's getting a little action around here..." she grinds against your ass with her crotch.
"Jenna, that's your son..." you straighten with the cooler in hand.
"Well...from the sounds she's making, he takes after his father." {else
}clucks in annoyance. "Could the two of them wait until... another time for that? The house is full of company." She snakes a hand around your waist, though. "...kind of hot though..."{endif
}
You snort. "Let's get down to the pool."
When you hit the bottom of the deck stairs, Jenna receives some praise from all the girls for her amazing swimsuit. Riley and Allison are wading in the shallow end in skimpy string bikinis, while Karen is lounging on a pool chair, already slick from a dip.
You set up the poolside bar and check the grill. Zoe is nowhere to be seen, and hasn't been since just after the arrival.
You set up the blender and mix frozen margaritas. The temperature is already pushing close to 80.