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I stood up and said, “Good Evening, you have a most remarkable place here. Tyrone has never spoken of you to us, would it be safe to suggest that when you two dated, he was being accused of ‘Stealing Daddy’s little girl?”
Stephanie responded, “You have good intuition, Michael. My father did worry about that, but that is in the past.”
I took her hand, kissed it, then sat back down to the waiting arms of my beaming fiancée.
My ‘good intuition’ included that except for being older than her, Nevina and Stephanie had very similar physical characteristics.
When she left, Ty asked me and I told him my observations. He keeps mentioning that he underestimates me. You’d think he’d realize that by now!
Our food arrived, and it was remarkable. April and I shared, as did Nev and I, who fed me a bite of her Peach Marmalade, which was very tasty. The look on her face reminded me of my girl when she was horny!
Will did the same with Nancy, and June. It was happening all around the table. I guess that makes it a ‘thing’ for when we all go out together the next time.
The evening went on, and inevitably, it was time to go. I took care of the tip, which I was very proud to be able to do.
Back in the ‘bus’, with Dad driving, we headed home, said our goodnights and went inside.
Dad had waited for me, to say, “You really handled yourself well tonight, Son. Good night!”
I went upstairs, and waited for, but didn’t get a text from my girl. I rolled over and went to sleep.
Our schedule, once school started back up, didn’t slow down as much as I thought it would.
We rehearsed twice a week, with jobs scheduled most Fridays and Saturdays, occasionally a middle of the week opportunity, with most events at our LFSCH.
Making money hand over fist, with the two dads missing a job occasionally, we were having a great time.
Some birthdays happened, including Will turning 13, and June turned 14. No other birthdays in our Dirty Dozen until after the first of the year.
Our Christmas parties began before Thanksgiving, with many on the dais. We had a LOVE Thanksgiving party at the LFSCH, asking and getting just about every Love, Nicholas, Ryan and Demille we could roundup. We only charged $25 a head to help cover the massive amount of food.
At the end of the evening, the Nicholas’ and Loves had lots of food to take home. Us kids eat a lot to get our energy to perform, and ‘knock on wood,’ nobody is getting fat in the process.
Quite interestingly, Mary, June, and Nancy have become very alluring, which is TEENAGE BOY code for ‘growing breasts.’ Also, my brothers have all gotten taller, with Will now the tallest of all the Love Boys, even me!
Nev and Sarah were not pregnant, they were false alarms. Should’ve mentioned that before.
With school out until January 2024, we were looking forward to all the jobs we had, practically filling the calendar.
Not only Holiday Parties, we had 30th, 40th, and 50th birthday parties and wedding anniversaries. Some birthday parties kept us to play while the presents were open.
I grew our repertoire by an additional 200 songs, while school was happening, making our entire company of performers happy.
I was only a year and a half from graduating from high school. The summer I turn 18, April turns 16, the age of consent in Kentucky. That’s when we are getting married, and our liaisons become legal.
Our first official Christmas party was the Friday after Thanksgiving, at the LFSCH.
My principal, Dr. James Fleetwood, hired us for the School staff and family Christmas Party. The Academy for Individual Excellence, almost filled our hall.
We played during the dinner, and when the tables were cleared, Dr. Fleetwood came up on stage and walked to the microphone we had setup for him.
He commands a certain amount of respect and the crowd got quiet without him needing to even clear his throat.
“I would like to say a few words before Michael and his Love Family Singers start to play some of the music we are expecting to hear and dance to tonight.”
“I have heard from people who have been listening and enjoying their music since it began in June. Many people said, that they were entertained and surprised of how diverse the music was and how talented all of our students were.”
“When I called to arrange this party, Michael appeared very nervous. I believe he was expecting me to give him very strict criteria for the music he could provide. I shocked him when I told him, ‘Whatever you think is appropriate is fine with me!’”
A knowing applause came from the crowd. He was right, that answer scared the living crap out of me, wondering how far afield from Christmas I dare go.
“Then he started listing some, nontraditional Christmas music, and i agreed with everything he said. Inexorably, we came to an agreement. I hope you enjoy his music, I plan to. I even practiced dancing with my wife preparing for this evening. I give you ‘The Love Family Singers!”
He hurried off the stage, as I began to play some lead-in music, as Nevina stepped forward...
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas
Is you
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
And I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don’t need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won’t make me happy
With a toy on Christmas Day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You baby
Her four daughters were her backup singers.
Oh I won’t ask for
much this Christmas
I won’t even wish for snow
And I’m just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won’t make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won’t even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
‘Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do?
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
You, baby
Oh all the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children’s
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won’t you bring me
the one I really need?
Won’t you please
bring my baby to me?
Oh I don’t want a lot for Christmas
This is all I’m asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You baby
All I want for Christmas is you baby
All I want for Christmas is you baby
All I want for Christmas is you baby
From the start to the very end this got the crowd clapping while some courageous adults got up to dance, including Dr. and Mrs. Fleetwood!
After we followed that with some slower music, my mother came out with the very romantic, possibly even quasi-erotic... (The Eartha Kitt Lyrics)
(Her backups were John and Ty)
SARAH
Santa baby, slip a sable
under the tree, for me
I’ve been an awful good girl
Santa baby,
and hurry down
the chimney tonight{br}
Santa baby, an ‘54 convertible too,
light blue
I’ll wait up for you dear
Santa baby,
and hurry down
the chimney tonight{br}
Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Think of all the fella’s
that I haven’t kissed
Next year I can be just as good
If you’d check off my Christmas list{br}
Santa honey,
I wanna yacht and really that’s
Not a lot
I’ve been an angel all year
Santa baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight{br}
Santa honey, there’s one thing
I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa baby, so hurry
down the chimney tonight{br}
Santa cutie, fill my stocking
with a duplex, and checks
Sign your ‘X’ on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry
down the chimney tonight{br}
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With decorations bought at Tiffany’s
I really do believe in you
Let’s see if you believe in me{br}
Santa baby,
forgot to mention one
little thing, a ring
I don’t mean on the phone
Santa baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight{br}
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Tonight{br}
She had been playing it, alternatively to the two Dads, occasionally posing somewhat evocatively, but the crowd seemed to love it!
As she left center stage, with my Dad, Ty came forward for his Vaugh Monroe Christmas Classic...
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It doesn’t show signs of stopping,
And I brought some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
When we finally say good night,
How I’ll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I’ll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we’re still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you love me so.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
He certainly sells anything he sings, and this was no different. A hit in the 40s and again after the song was in some recent movies, added to its luster.
Next was some instrumental music for the dancers, starting with ‘Merry Christmas Baby,’ ‘Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas,’ ‘I’ll Be Home For Christmas,’ And ‘White Christmas!’
Each song had a moment of solos from our very talented combo.
Next up, were the Ryan Sisters, singing a Kylie Minogue piece of music as a single voice...
Thinking of you
Thinking of all that you do to me
Out of the blue
All that I hope
But live without it
Out of the blue
And to the light that
moved right through me
It’s all coming true
And now every day’s
like Christmas
Until you, every day was ordinary
It’s true and now every day’s like Christmas
All ‘cos of you
All now all around me
I was down and disused
And now I can’t believe you found me
Thinking of you
Thinking of all the storms we weathered
Thanks for pulling me through
I hope we’ll always be together
‘Cos it’s true
Every day before was heavy
And now every day’s like Christmas
Oh, you’re just extraordinary
And all before my hopes are very
Now my dreams are coming very true
I’m falling, I’m falling
I’m falling into you
Oh, you’re just extraordinary
It’s true, you make every day like Christmas
Oh, everyday
Every day’s like Christmas
Oh, everyday
Every day’s like Christmas
Everyday
Every day’s like Christmas
Everyday
Every day’s like Christmas
Being in matching dresses, with a mild amount of cleavage showing along with their impressive vocal skills caused a great deal of applause along with a few wolf whistles. Dr. Fleetwood even howled at them for a quick moment.
We took a break!
Nearing the three-hour mark, I announced our final song of the evening, and got up to sing it...
APRIL & MICHAEL
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows a
turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa’s on his way
He’s loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother’s child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so I’m offering
this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said
many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you
A wonderful musical interlude
And so I’m offering
this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said
many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you
“Thank You, Good Night, Tell Someone That You Love Them And Drive Safely, Everyone!”
(That has been my official sign-off since Tyrone suggested I used one.)
Rather surprisingly, Dr. Fleetwood started a standing ovation, that everyone joined in on.
As the crowd thinned out, I saw Michael and Jennifer Thomas. This time they had with them his son Andrew and a woman I could only assume was Andrew’s wife Lily. I had only heard of them once or twice.
I strode up to him, extending my hand, “If I’d had known you were here, I would’ve asked you to come up and sing,” I said.
“I kept him from doing that, Michael,” his distractingly beautiful wife said. “You have quite the unique sound, with all the sopranos you have on stage.”
“That was intentional, Mrs. Thomas,” I said taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
“Call me Jennifer, please?” she said.
Handing me a flash drive, he said. “Here are more songs, if you want them. My collection is almost 50,000 strong.”
“That’s a whole shi ... lot of songs, Michael!”
“Yeah. Have you ever thought of recording music?”
“Yes, of course,” I lied. “The equipment to do that is more than we can afford ... and I will not let you pay for any more stuff!”
“I completely undertand, but I have a recording studio or a nice big stage you could set up on and use instead.”
“Are you ... offering us the use of the Palace Rehearsal and Recording studios?”
“Yeah, I am. Work up a list of music you want to record, at least 100, let me know when you are ready to use it” he said stuffing a business card in my shirt pocket. “I can put your music on iTunes for very little money. I have what is called a ‘sweetheart deal’ with them.”
“Wow,” was all I could think to say.
April came up to take my arm, “Thank you, Michael. That is very nice of you to do!”
They all left as we checked to make sure all the instruments were locked up and covered, then we left.
The bus was waiting, with Ty in the driver’s seat.
As I walked by, he said, “That wife of his, might just be the most beautiful woman ... I didn’t marry!”
From behind him Nevina still slapped at him, and said quietly, “I would do her!”
I took April to the back and found us a seat. She was giggling and I hoped nobody else heard what either of them said.
Even though we had plenty of room, she got up on my lap and said, “Recording our own music. That sounds really exciting, doesn’t it, Michael?”
“We have five jobs in the next eleven days, sweetie,” I said. “It’ll have to wait for a while, OK?”
“I understand,” she said, turning my head to give me a nice kiss.
From around us, we heard, “Get a room, you two?”
We dropped the first bunch off, and went on until we had our final ten and pulled up to our homes.
I miss her anytime we weren’t together, but I got a text: “Feeling Frisky, Honey Bear?”
“What is the code-word, to make sure this is my fiancée?”
“We never setup a codeword, but it is a good idea, how about ERECTION?”
“Michael, tell me if you are hard or not?”
“I am always hard around you.”
“Do you think about me, often?”
“All the time,” I responded. “I love you so much, every time you get anywhere near me, I get hard and think about making love with you.”
“That’s what I want as well.”
“What are you doing right now? Are you touching yourself?”
“Of course, I am. All because of you, Sweetie!”
“I’m pretending that my dick is also all the way inside you. You’re making me about to cum inside you, squeeze me with your internal muscles and make me cum, pleas?”
“Ahh, I’m doing it, I’m doing it ... Michael ... I feel you deep inside me ... it feels so good ... go deeper please? Shove your hardness up my pussy...”
By now I hand my hand around the base of my mighty erection. Typing with a single hand is difficult when you are about to splurge all over yourself.
“When I’m this hard and so close to cumming inside you, all I can think of is my mother. Can you pretend to be my mom, please?”
“Yesssssss!”
I got up and opened my door ... in case I heard a sound.
“Keep squeezing, Mom ... it feels so damn good. Don’t stop...”
“You’re right, it feels good to pretend I’m Sarah, who are you pretending to be right now?”
“Her teenage son, who loves her and can’t keep from thinking he is on top of her ... right now ... getting ready to fill her to the very brim with his ... his ... his ... millions of babies ... hoping she might be able to have his little boy or little girl.”
“OH, DEAR GOD!!???!!!??”
“I’m cumming Sarah, can you feel it ... can you feel me releasing inside, filling ... you up, making a baby right now?”
I heard a sound, I’m sure it was from my parents’ room. How could she be doing this with Dad in the room with her?
Another sound, but it wasn’t from their room. After I cleaned up my mess, I walked out of my bedroom door, peered down into the living room seeing my mother fingering herself ... just like I found Nev. It must have been Mom, after all!
I must have made a sound, because she looked up and saw me.
“Michael, come to me, please?” she typed.
I threw my phone on my bed, went down to her, with my dick in my hand and she reached for it and started licking it. Oh god, my mother is cleaning off my dick after she made me cum during phone sex.
“Don’t hate me, Michael, please?” she said while her tongue was lavishing my resurging prick.
“I don’t ... I love you, Mom!”
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
I pulled her hand from her pussy, and got her panties around her ankles. What a remarkable hairless pussy she had.
Breathlessly, she asked, “What are you planning on doing?”
“I can eat you, or I can fuck you. Say the word, Sarah, please?”
“I’m ovulating right now,” she said to me.
“Fuck you, it is, my dear,” I said getting myself ready for entry.
“Honey, are you still down there?” my dad said.
The moment was over. I put myself away, and helped her get dressed.
“Coming,” she said to him. She giggled/
I smiled at her, and said, “Perhaps another time, my dear Sarah! I’ve been thinking of you a lot, lately.”
She went up, and I waited to hear the sound of a closing door, then I went to my room.
I woke up, wondering if that was all a dream or not. I checked my phone and the whole sexting was there. I deleted it before my April Love saw it.
After a languorous shower, I joined the brood of Love Brothers having breakfast. I smelled waffles, is it Sunday?
“Did anybody else hear anything last night?” Will asked. “I heard voices.”
“Did you fall asleep with the TV on?” his older brother Charles asked.
“Maybe I did!”
I sat down, getting a plate with two waffles, and a plate with bacon and scrambled eggs.
There was a fleeting glance between my mother and me. After putting some melted butter and heated syrup on it, I demolished the first waffle in two bites.
“Hungry Much?” Dad said.
“I woke up hungry, Sir. I honestly lost track of the fact it was Sunday today. I knew whatever our mother fixed, I would enjoy the taste. She is a very good cook. How did you manage to find a babe, who could cook, anyway?”
“Michael,” my mother said, “Remember, I’m of the generation that learned to cook from her mother at a very young age. Does April cook much?”
“I haven’t tasted anything of hers, yet. I can only hope she is learning from her mother. You’ve spoiled me fixing my breakfast every day for all these years, Beautiful!”
“I don’t think calling your mother beautiful is appropriate,” Dad said.
“Oh, come on. Isn’t she the most gorgeous woman in this house, right now?”
He looked at me, then her. “Be careful, Son. Using terms like beautiful and gorgeous can sometimes get you in trouble.”
“Michael, Honey, you can call me anything you want. Don’t believe a thing he says about women. Everything he knows, I taught him.”
My brothers all chuckled hearing that.
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