The presents were desk-size framed photos of the Wallace family. I wasn’t included, of course, but all of the other adults were. Daria found the photo on the internet and had prints made.
Tears formed in Crystal’s eyes and Jack’s eyes looked shiny too. They both got up to hug Daria. I hugged her too and whispered, “You’re the best.”
During the rest of the meal, it became obvious that my sister had Jack Warner wrapped around her little finger. She got the old man to tell funny stories about things that happened in town in the past. And the two of them ganged up to playfully tease me about all kinds of stuff.
It was adorable.
After lunch, there was no urgent reason for me to return to the office, so I locked arms with Daria and we wandered the streets. “Thank you for getting them the presents,” I told her. “That was so thoughtful.”
She smiled. “They’re good people.”
“I sometimes wonder about Jack,” I joked.
Daria leaned close and said, “He’s your biggest fan, other than me of course.”
“What?” That was unlikely.
“Ellie, you can be so dense! He’s like a grandpa who’s totally proud of his granddaughter. He thinks you’re great.”
I was surprised into silence for a long moment. “He gets along better with you,” I pointed out.
“I’m like the younger granddaughter he can laugh with, but you’re the older one out conquering the world. Believe me, he respects the heck out of you.”
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DECEMBER 23
My mother flew in for Christmas. I took a taxi to the Knoxville airport to meet her flight.
When we saw each other, we rushed to hug and we both cried. It was a stereotypical Christmas airport reunion.
“Look at you, Ellie!” Mom gushed.
“I have lots of fancy office clothes now, so I wore this to impress you,” I confessed. I had on my navy blue wool sheath dress and my long black wool coat.
“You look like a real business executive.”
I laughed. “At least I look the part. Thanks for coming. I wasn’t sure if you would, considering I live in Wallace Town.”
“You’re my daughter. I’ll go wherever you are. Even Wallace Town.”
We hugged and cried some more. “Thanks, Mom.”
When we arrived at my apartment, Mom had the usual reaction. “Holy crap!” she exclaimed.
“I know, right? It’s so nice it’s crazy.”
“It’s a palace, Ellie. Do you get lost in here by yourself?”
“Um… actually I’m not by myself,” I confided. “I, um, have a new girlfriend and she’s living with me.”
Mom smiled warmly. “Honey, that’s wonderful!” She wrapped her arms around me. “Can I meet her?”
I called my lover in from the other room and I introduced them, “Mom, this is Daria.”
My girlfriend was wearing a green turtleneck sweater-dress with long sleeves. She looked wholesome and cuddly. Her red hair fell in waves over her shoulders.
They hugged. “Pleased to meet you, Ms Thompson,” Daria said. My mother went by her maiden name.
“Call me Trisha, honey,” Mom responded. “Is my daughter being a good girlfriend?”
Daria smiled. “Ellie is the best.”
They chatted and Daria visibly relaxed.
Mom turned her attention to me. “You lit up when Daria walked into the room,” Mom teased.
“I’m nuts about her,” I sighed.
“I’m glad that you’re happy,” Mom enthused. She kissed my cheek. “Particularly now that you have so many new responsibilities.”
“Daria keeps me sane.”
“You’re a beautiful couple. I’d kill for your red hair, Daria!”
“Me too,” I agreed.
My sister blushed in her cute way.
While Mom got settled in the guest bedroom, I told Daria, “She likes you.”
She nodded happily. “I was worried,” she admitted, “but she’s really nice.”
“I was nervous when I met your dad too,” I reminded her. “It’s natural.”
Mom brought us some of her delicious Christmas cookies, which we gobbled up. “Oh my god, will you show me how to make these?” Daria begged.
“Of course. Do you like baking?”
“I’m trying to learn, but the cookies I made last week were awful,” Daria said.
“I ate them,” I added to be supportive. They were pretty awful.
Daria and Mom decided to go to the grocery store right away for cookie making supplies. I happily let them have at it. “Baking is not my thing,” I stated the obvious.
“Getting Ellie to help bake was always like pulling teeth,” Mom told my girlfriend.
Daria giggled. “She wouldn’t help me either.”
A couple hours later, the whole apartment smelled like baking cookies. Daria and Mom laughed and carried on as they decorated the cookies. I sat back and enjoyed the fact that they got along so well.
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CHRISTMAS EVE
In the morning I woke first, and I woke my sister by sucking on her left nipple.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. Her hand stroked the back of my head.
I sucked her other nipple too, until she was squirming. Then I nudged two fingers into her snug little pussy.
“Ellie, your mom is here!” Daria objected.
“Then you better not be too loud.” My fingers found her sensitive g-spot and worked it firmly.
“Oh god,” she groaned.
“Shh,” I playfully shushed her.
“Elllllllllie,” she moaned.
“Mom is gonna hear my naughty little sister cum on my fingers.” I knew that would get her. Calling her little sister was her trigger.
“God!” she gasped. Her willowy body writhed like a snake.
“Almost there, sis. Give me a big one.” I slid down to flick my tongue over her clit, and with my free hand I edged a finger into her ass.
“Ellie!” she yelped. Her back arched and her head thrashed. Two big tremors shook her whole body, then a lessening series made her tremble and shiver.
I chuckled. “Mom probably heard that.”
Daria blushed but grinned. “It was your fault. You’re awful!”
We showered and dressed. My sister brushed my hair and asked, “Ellie, are you going to sell the town?”