“Yes, of course I did. Thank you — it was very, um, thoughtful of you. I was very surprised.” For an instant Sherry’s eyes met hers, rather shyly. “Though I guess I shouldn’t be, huh? You seem to know a lot more about . . . these matters than I thought you did.”
Vanessa smirked.
“These matters? You mean sex.”
“Yes, I do,” Sherry said softly. “What makes the world go round, I suppose.”
“Oh, I don’t know that much. I know you haven’t been getting any. And that you need to. And that Dad has been, and that makes you angry.”
Sherry laughed bitterly. “You have a very uncomplicated way of putting things, Vanessa.”
“Sorry. I don’t mean to oversimplify it. But that is what’s going on.”
Her mother said nothing for several seconds, then asked “So what do I do about it — find myself a toyboy?”
“That might help, yeah.” She scooted closer to Sherry, put her arm around her. “Look — you and Dad love each other. There’s no arguing that. He fucked up, you didn’t. Now I’m not saying that you fucking up a little is the only answer, but who knows? You might consider it.”
Sherry looked at her.
“Vanessa, we’re married,” she said.
Vanessa shrugged. “That didn’t stop Dad. And it might be the only way to get his attention.”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”
“Why?”
“Well, what about you — would you cheat on Brad?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely! If I needed to, or if the situation was right. Shit, wouldn’t you cheat on Brad?” She laughed. “Anyway, I wouldn’t consider it cheating. It’s just taking care of yourself, getting yourself through a bad patch. And as horny as I’ve been, and him not around — hey, if there was someone here to do me –”
“Oh, Vanessa, stop it.”
“No, I’m serious!”
“I believe you’re serious, I just don’t want to hear it. What you don’t understand is, that’s not the way things are supposed to be. You don’t just screw whoever you want to when you’re married!”
There was a pause, then Vanessa shrugged.
“Then why do we want to?” she asked.
Sherry stared at her but couldn’t answer her. She only sighed, and turned her eyes back to the window. After a minute or two Vanessa kissed her again and patted her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” she said, getting up. “I didn’t mean to bug you. Anyway, for right now you’ve got Big Bear to take care of you.”
***
At about four Josh caved in and dialed Jeanie’s number from Neal’s office phone. She answered it, snarled about fourteen words that should never be used on Christmas Day, and hung up. He called back, the phone just rang. He hung up and called again. This time he got a busy signal.
“Well, fuck you too,” he said disgustedly and hung up.
At seven he and his sister actually went outside to play in the snow. Josh couldn’t decide what was stranger — the fact that he was actually standing in soft, powdery snow or that his sister was fully dressed for the first time in a week. They made a pathetic, slouching snowman that their mother took pictures of, and then when she was gone Vanessa tried in vain to give him a giant cock and balls. They kept falling off, causing her no end of amusement. Eventually Jasper — who had rapidly decided snow was a bad idea — took a long, steaming piss on the snowman and decked him.
At nine thirty, while Josh was eating leftovers in the den with his dad, the electricity went out. They both waited a few minutes, munching in the dark, but the power didn’t return.
“Ah shit,” grumbled Neal. “I knew it. I fucking knew it.”
“What?”
“This! I knew this was gonna happen, I said so. Honestly, you’d think someone woulda learned from the last time it snowed here, but hell no. I bet it’s down for days.”
“What about the heat?” asked Sherry a few minutes later. She was maneuvering down the hall with a candle, a ghostly spectre.
“What about it? It’s out. We still got gas in the kitchen but . . . ”
“So what — we all sleep in the kitchen tonight?”
“No, Jesus, we don’t have to sleep in the kitchen. We just bundle up good tonight. We’re not gonna freeze to death or anything, Sherry.”
“I didn’t say that!”
“Well then quit being so melodramatic.”
“Neal, I’m not being –”
“We could all sleep together,” said Vanessa, from somewhere in the darkest corner of the room.
The suggestion struck them all speechless for a moment.
“Well, you know,” she added, “me and Mom, and Dad and Josh — we could sorta snuggle up.”
“Uh, pass!” said Josh. “No offense, Dad.”
“Nessa, we don’t need to sleep together. We’ll be fine at night, you guys — we’ll just pile on the blankets. Tomorrow I’ll crank up the oven and we can go into the kitchen when we get really cold. I don’t know, maybe move some chairs in there. Right now we need to find some candles before I bust my ass.”
For the next hour they prepared for the night. The house soon glowed like a cathedral, each room bathed in flickering candlelight. By eleven all was completely, incredibly silent; the only noise was the occasional whistling of the wind outside.
Neal settled into his makeshift bed in the den with many grunts and grimaces. Sherry had been exceptionally cold to him after the kids went to bed, tossing blanket after blanket at him from the hall closet, never even considering admitting him into the bedroom with her. Neal was a bit dismayed by this, yet also somehow relieved. He couldn’t imagine the conversation that would ensue if they ever did find themselves in such intimate space again.
He climbed into bed naked, having learned long ago that it was the best way to keep warm under a lot of blankets. Unfortunately, his nudity also awakened his cock, which struggled and rose insistently, craving attention. Poor guy, Neal thought miserably. There’s no one to pay you any attention anymore. Not Sherry, not Melanie.
He considered running upstairs and trying again to sleep with his wife, but the prospect of standing in the cold hallway, knocking on the door and trying not to be overheard doing so by the kids, kept him where he was. Instead he wrapped his chilly fingers around his cock and began tugging slowly. His movements made the covers jerk and ripple crazily, and sounded deafening in the silent house.
So this is what I’m reduced to, he thought. Jerking off alone, in the freezing cold den of my own house.
He closed his eyes, tried to concentrate — one good hard cum and he’d sleep better. But who to imagine now? What woman to service his stiffstanding need? Pamela Anderson? How about five Pam Andersons? No, too silly, too fantastic. That girl in Marketing, the new one with the big knockers.
Big knockers like Nessa’s.
Oh God, no — now he was losing his erection. Damn it, what was with him? Stroke harder, faster — make it happen. Come on, think about that girl — what was her name? Ah, fuck her name, think about her tits. Yeah, those were big juicy tits she had, and she loved to show ’em off. Always wearing things tight, or low cut, or both. Nice, nice headlights when it was cold in the office.
Oh yeah. Now what if she were here now, Neal? Right here in this room, with those gorgeous tits popped right out of her shirt — that big rack staring you in the face, just like —
“Dad?”
“Ah Jesus, Nessa!” he cried, slamming his nuts painfully.
“Oh my God!” she said, turning away from him. She held her hand in front of her mouth. “Oh shit! Oh shit shit shit! Uh . . . I’m sorry.”
Neal let the pain wash over him, tried to slow his breathing. All the while his daughter’s pale figure remained in the doorway, facing the wall. And here he thought his situation could not be worse.
“It’s okay, Ness,” he grumbled eventually. “Uh, what is it?”
“Oh fuck. I . . . I’m so sorry. Um. I was just . . . just checking on you. Making sure you didn’t need anything. Or anything.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Um . . . okay. Are you sure? It’s awful cold down here.”
“No, baby. I’m okay. Really.”
“Um . . . oh shit . . . all righty then. Goodnight.”
Quick as a wink she vanished down the hallway, fatally embarrassed. Her bare feet made almost no sound on the floorboards. That’s how she surprised him, he thought — plus he’d been pretty preoccupied at the time.
Neal sighed and dragged the covers back into shape. Oh well. No use trying to cum tonight. He doubted if he could ever get hard again in his life.
***
Vanessa mounted the stairs as quickly and quietly as she could. To her ears every sound was immense, huge, deafening. It didn’t help that her heart was hammering in her ears.
Oh God, the dick that must be under that blanket. Josh was obviously not adopted, she mused — he’d inherited his equipment from Daddy. She felt a giddiness in her belly, a weakness in her knees as she played the picture back in her mind. His flushed face, his strained expression. The tall tent poking straight up under the covers, the jostling of the material as he jerked himself. His panting breath, clenched eyes. In her fairly knowledgeable opinion, he had been less than a minute from blast off.
Oh Jesus, how embarrassing but how incredibly, unaccountably hot. Her own father: rock hard and raging with lust.
She passed her own room and paused briefly at her mother’s door: no sound within. Either she was asleep or Big Bear was fucking her very quietly. No doubt she was now very self-conscious about her noise. Vanessa cursed herself for ever telling her. At least before she could tell what her mother was up to.
Too bad, too bad. She’d just have to be really, really quiet. She stalked past the door and stopped before Josh’s, turning the knob so slowly she thought she would freeze to death in the drafty corridor.
At long last she was in, closing the door softly behind her. The click of the lock sounded like a pistol shot.
The dim room held a intangible, lingering stink that was somehow magnified by the cold: the scent of shoes or dirty clothes. Her brother lay on his side, facing the wall. The single glowing candle on his desk cast dancing shadows over his rumpled brown hair, his tattooed bicep. Vanessa blew out the flame, plunging the room into relative darkness — only the moonlight illuminated the scene. It wouldn’t help them at all if they were discovered, of course, but somehow it felt safer.
Despite the iciness of the air, she hustled out of her nightgown and flung it on the floor. Her nipples were popping out harder than steel bolts, making her tits feel colossally huge, like they could fill the room. Ignoring the goosebumps rapidly spreading over her, she pulled down her panties and crumpled them into her fist, then lifted the covers and shook her brother’s bare shoulder. He grunted; she slid in next to him, luxuriating in the warmth of his body.