I thought Kitten and Meg’s idea of having people over this weekend was nuts, but it was working. I had barely thought about my parents since they arrived and I felt noticeably less stressed.
The talk around the fire had been mostly harmless until Gillian decided to make it a bit weird.
“This is the oddest family fire I’ve ever been to,” she said, blowing on a marshmallow before popping it into her mouth. Soo looked at her confused, so she continued.
“Well, there’s the three kinda orphan kids that are being fostered,” she said, pointing at herself, Soo, and Kitten. Ben, well, you’re a Daddy and Meg over there….”
“If you call me mom or mommy, I will go Wicked Witch of the West on your ass, kid,” Meg said. She was kidding, mostly, but it threw enough of a jolt into Gillian that it gave her pause. I was more interested in the first part.
“Orphans?”
Gillian was already a couple of drinks in and was chattier than usual.
“Well, fuck my parents, first of all. Kit doesn’t know where her dad is and hasn’t spoken to her mom in a year,” she said.
“I’ve got everything I need right here,” Kitten said, and burrowed into me a little more.
“Soo’s parents are idiots because she’s gay,” Gillian continued.
“It is more complicated than that,” Soo said, looking a little annoyed at the topic of conversation.
“You came out to your parents. They asked you to leave. What’s more complicated than that?” Gillian said. “I was there, remember?”
Soo fidgeted in her seat. She was always so upbeat that I couldn’t recall seeing her uncomfortable.
“No, it was just the final straw for them. They had been frustrated with me for many years. I was always smart and got good grades, but was bored easily. ‘Soo-Ah, you must settle down and decide what you want in your life,’ they would tell me. But you tell that to a 13-year-old and they will do the opposite. So I made music, participated in theatre, painted, and whatever else interested me that week.
“But I also knew I was gay. I knew it when I was five years old. I’m sure they knew it too; they were just in denial. My walls had K-pop stars, but only girls, no boys. And I think they still would have accepted me being gay if I were a gay doctor or married a nice gay doctor. Instead, I fell in love with this surly, kind of weird, sorta damaged, but an amazing woman. She told me everything I didn’t know I needed to hear. Who didn’t think my clothing was weird. It was cool if I wanted to paint one day and play a new musical instrument the next. She just loved me,” Soo said.
We were all quiet and Gillian looked stunned. She always kept a surly, grumpy exterior. I mean, it never fooled Kitten and I. We both knew she was using it as a shield to prevent people from easily hurting her. Still, the look on her face was as emotional as I’d ever seen her.
“I never knew…. you never told me. I thought your parents kicked you out for being gay,” she said quietly.
Soo shrugged her shoulders. “They would have kicked me out eventually. Falling in love with the butch white girl was the final straw.”
Gillian moved off her chair, knelt before Soo and kissed her. Kitten made a little squeaking noise and I could see she was crying a bit. Hell, even Meg and I were feeling a little misty. They continued to kiss and had momentarily forgotten the rest of us were there.
“I swear to god if I am the only person in this house who doesn’t get laid tonight I’m going to murder you all in your sleep and claim temporary insanity,” Meg said.
That did the trick, with Soo and Gillian parting but still looking at each other pretty lustfully. I suspected they would be making excuses shortly to turn in early.
“Don’t worry Meg, I slipped your favourite toy into your luggage, so you’re all set for this evening,” Kitten said. I choked on my drink when she said it. She was usually a real sweetheart, but Jesus did she ever like to tease Meg.
“Such a considerate bitch,” Meg snapped back. “I can change my mind about that favor, you know.”
Kitten waved her hands in mock surrender. I just looked at both of them confused.
“I thought we could use some alone time tomorrow, Daddy,” Kitten said. I resisted the urge to say that was pretty much my plan for this weekend.
“I offered to take the girls for a drive around, probably landing at one of the cideries where we will likely get very hammered and you will have to rescue us, but only after the two of you do whatever kinky shit it is you do. Deal?” Meg said.
“Deal,” I said. Kitten looked mildly annoyed.
“It was my idea,” she pouted.
“And you’ll get rewarded for it tomorrow,” I promised.
“Oh goody,” she said, squirming in my lap.
Meg sighed loudly. Again. I hoped that Kitten wasn’t joking about having packed her toy. Meg was showing some lack of foresight spending the weekend around horny couples.
***
If Gillian, Soo, or Meg got off during the night, they were quiet about it. Kitten and I teased each other for a while but managed to cut it off before things got out of control. Both of us were eager to have some time alone in the house to play.
The next morning Kitten was unsubtle and eager for the others to get out the door, telling them about flea markets and yard sales that they could also visit along with the cidery. She was wearing one of my t-shirts that came down to her mid-thigh, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“I have no problem with day drinking, Kit, but starting at 10 am is frowned on,” Meg said. Kitten grumbled but at least eased up on the fidgeting and pouting.
Finally, a little after lunch I was sent out to the shed to retrieve something urgent. When I came back inside, I caught the tail end of a little gathering of the women. Kitten saw me, grinned and bounced towards the bedroom. The other three looked at me and smirked.
“Should I even ask?”
“Why ruin the surprise?” Meg said, leading Soo to start giggling and Gillian just shook her head. The two of them headed off to their room to get changed for their adventure.
I like to think I’ve lightened up a fair bit since Kitten and I got involved, but being teased in advance of sex was making me cranky. Meg noticed it and gave me a tap on the head with her fingers.
“Oh, lighten up. You’re about to have spectacular sex with a hot 21-year-old while I go day drinking with her best friends who are 25 years younger than me. We’re doing this to give you a few hours alone. So which one of us is coming out ahead in the deal?” she said.
“We could have been here all alone for the weekend and not needed the dramatic subterfuge and teasing,” I said, sounding crankier than I meant to.
Meg sighed and sat down on one of the stools by the kitchen island and stared at me.