After the wonderful Christmas Eve party, the rest of the Christmas holiday seemed a little tame. Our family had our usual tree on Christmas morning. Heather, as usual, made out like a bandit. Val and I got lots of gifts too. Val got a new record player, and I got some books and models I'd wanted.
The girls and Bob phoned while they were doing their tree. I heard the squeals of delight from the little guys as they opened their presents. We couldn't be together, but the phone helped. We phoned each other several times that day, just trying to keep in contact on a special day.
Mom and Dad had invited the whole Scott family to spend Christmas day and dinner with us. They thought the two families should get together and get to know each other. A holiday feast when the good cheer flows most abundantly would be an excellent opportunity. I was mindful of Dolly's comment back in the summer about the parents spending more time together. Everyone, including Dolly and the little guys, wanted to come, but Bob Sr. would have none of it. He said flatly that Christmas was to be spent with family, not with some people he hardly knew. Little did he know how closely our families really were joined, and he missed the opportunity to find out. He was never invited to our home again, although Dolly was to our home several times while he was away, and she and Mom became quite good friends. We began to understand why the Koorstis family wanted as little as possible to do with him. He was actually something of a curmudgeon.
New Year's was upon us within the week. During that week, the girls were to the house several times. They were still having their monthlies so while we necked hotly we weren't able to do much else. Our mutual frustration was reaching the boiling point.
Mom and Dad invited the kids for New Year's Eve, and because it ran so late, they asked if the kids could sleep over. Bob Sr. was quite happy to let them. He and Dolly had a big party of their own planned, and he didn't want any kids around. They even farmed the little guys out to the next door neighbour for the night.
New Years Eve couldn't come soon enough for me. I was SO looking forward to spending quality time alone with my wives! The girls and Bob were to be there early. They would actually arrive late in the afternoon so they could have supper with us and would stay until the following evening. Finally! I would be able to spend more than just a couple hours with the women I loved, and actually SLEEP with them. I didn't care if they were still on their periods or not, as long as I got to cuddle with them all night long. Carol and I had only had two full nights together. Riekie didn't even have that. She deserved one night alone with me, but I couldn't see that happening any time soon. Any chance we had to be together was too precious to say one had to stay out because it was the other's turn at exclusivity.
When it was time for the kids to come out, Dad and I went to pick them up. Bob Sr.'s car had broken down so they needed the wagon at home. We were only too glad to pick them up. Both Dad and I were nervous of them driving the icy winter roads, so we felt a lot better fetching them ourselves. When we got to the house, the kids came running out. I didn't get a chance to say hello to Dolly and wish her a Happy New Year. We planned to call her on the turn of the Year, so that would be OK.
The girls were carrying good sized overnight bags, and wonder of wonders! They were wearing skirts. It was just their usual school dress, but the signal was loud and clear. I saw Bob Sr. watching out the window, so we just bundled them in the car and headed home without any big hugs. Time enough for that later. The girls did sit up front with me, as I was driving. Bob and Dad got the back seat. Seeing as he had his own chauffeur, Dad tapped the front seat and simply said. "Home, James." We all broke up. The atmosphere in the car, especially the girls, was giddy anticipation. They were so happy it was contagious. They kept up a joyful chatter the whole way home.
When we arrived at the house, Mom greeted the girls and Bob with huge hugs and warm kisses. My sisters were glad to see the girls, especially Heather. Even poor old Clyde, our old black lab, usually too tired and cramped up with his arthritis to bother barking at visitors, summoned enough energy to bark and collect his share of pets and hugs from the girls. They weren't being greeted just as guests, but as prodigals returning to the family home.
Dad took a minute to describe the sleeping arrangements for the night. "Val is doubling up with Heather. Bob, you get Val's room. I'm sorry, ladies, but there's no other beds left. You'll just have to make the best of a bad situation and bunk in with David."
There were a couple comments of "Oh, Dad! Do we have to?" From my girls, but their broad smiles gave them away.
Dad apparently didn't know what he was walking into when he said. "I'm sorry, Princess, but that's the way it is."
Riekie instantly dropped into character and brought the house down. "But Dad-dy! He's a BOY! EEEww!! I have-n't never slept with no boy be-fore!"
Dad didn't know what to say. Mom almost collapsed, she laughed so hard. Apparently she still hadn't told Dad about Riekie's alter ego, because the look of shock, then delight on his face was priceless. The evening's festivities were off to an excellent start.
Val and I quickly showed them where to deposit their bags. My wives had never seen my room before. They were quite impressed at my collection of model airplanes. Carol, the artist, examined my paint jobs with a critical eye and gave me some good pointers on how to achieve some interesting effects. Once they were settled in, the girls shooed me out saying they wanted to change and didn't need me pestering them while they did so. I retreated back downstairs.
While the girls changed, I took Bob with me and we did the evening chores, which really didn't take that long. On a working farm, the welfare of the livestock comes before everything else. We put out enough hay for the cattle to last until well into the next morning, as we expected not to be up and about as early as we usually were, and filled the water trough, checking that the heater which kept their water from freezing was still working. That done, we returned to the house.
Mom had supper just about ready. The girls had long since changed from their dowdy school skirts to sexy party dresses. They looked gorgeously edible as they helped Mom get the supper on. The chatter in the room was lively and happy. The aromas wafting from that kitchen were mouthwatering. As I entered the kitchen, Riekie was closest, busily setting the supper table. They were getting the kitchen treatment tonight, another sign of full acceptance. I slipped my arms around her from behind and kissed the back of her neck, sending shivers through her whole delightful body. She leaned back into me and wiggled her cute little bum against my crotch.
"Mmmmmm! Something smells good enough in here to eat!" I made a production of sniffing her neck. "Mmmm. Must be you I smell that's so edible."
She giggled and slapped my hands playfully telling me not to be so crude while she was working. "Go bug Carol Anne." She turned her face to me. I gave her a tender little kiss and turned my attention to Carol. She was busy making a salad as I slipped my arms around her. She tilted her head back, looking for a kiss. I hugged her snuggly to me as I nibbled on her ear. She leaned back into me and we just rocked together, feeling the quiet pleasure of being able to do small domestic things in a totally relaxed atmosphere. It wasn't long before another set of slim arms wrapped around me from behind and joined us in our quiet moment.
Mom let us have a few minutes then spoke up. "David, you clear out of this kitchen! The girls were helping me nicely until you came along distracting them. You'll have lots of time for that later." I knew that tone of voice, and beat a hasty exit. I heard Mom exclaim to the girls as I left. "Men! Ya gotta love 'em, but it's hard to get anything done with them hanging around distracting us! They pick the darndest times to get all lovey!" I heard the girls giggle.
I found Dad and Bob in the living room talking quietly. They were laughing, sharing some small joke. They were relaxed and comfortable with each other. All my friends over the years have found Dad easy to be with. He doesn't put on airs, and talks to everyone as if they are the most interesting person in the world, because, at that moment, to Dad, they are. I joined the conversation and we had a good time just kidding and swapping jokes. My folks don't drink, getting high off life itself. Good food and good company were the only intoxicants they needed, and could dispense with the food if the company was good enough.
Soon, Mom called us to supper. I sat between the girls. We held hands at the table and acted silly. We had a ball. Mom and Dad were just as silly as we younger people. Meal time at our house was always a time of fellowship and fun, but this meal was more fun than usual. My wives and I were so glad to be together in an open, relaxed, loving environment we almost forgot our manners. Fortunately my folks understood and just got into the fun with us. The food was excellent, the company better.
After supper, Bob, Dad and I retired to the living room again. The women folk, including little Heather, busied themselves in the kitchen, doing the washing up and getting the snacks for the party ready. Heather had developed a real bond with my wives, and loved just being with them. We heard a lot of squeals and laughter from them as they performed this domestic chore. Many hands make light work and the more so if the owners of those hands enjoy each other's company. Mom, Val, and my wives enjoyed each other immensely. My ladies were like a sister to Val, and she had a ball with them. Mom was a mom to them all. Sometimes it was hard to believe my girls weren't her own daughters.
The evening dishes were done in good time. Soon the other guests would start arriving. We were only expecting a small number of people. Hank and Celia with their two, Tom and Sandra; Doug, my dad's brother; and Mom's brother and sister-in-law, Bill and Ruth filled out the guest list. Uncle Bill's girls were staying the night at another friend's place.
By nine, all the guests had arrived, and the party was getting under way. Hank was Dad's oldest friend, and his son, Tom, was mine. I'd hardly seen Tom in the last year, except at school. He was like Riekie, an intense student who worked hard and didn't get too involved in the school activities. He was a little older than me, and again like Riekie had skipped a grade. He was in her grade 13 class and knew her from there. He didn't know Carol at all.
Tom knew I hung out with Bob, and had joined us on a couple of our projects last year, but he didn't know anything about my relationship with the girls. The last time I'd seen him socially, I had just started dating Carol. He was totally unprepared to see the three of us together and the openness of our love. He took it all in stride, though, another true friend. His sister Sandra was about Val's age. She was a pretty little thing with a sweet disposition, and until I met Carol, I had a mild crush on her. All these years later, Sandy and I are still close friends.
Once all the guests had arrived, the crochinole and euchre games got started. While some people took their turns at he games, the rest would put on some music and dance, or sit around and talk. The three older men got themselves in a corner and talked most of the night as only men who have known each other for a lifetime can.
The four teenage girls ruled the crochinole board. Heather, at seven, was the reigning champ. Dad had taught her the game almost before she could walk. For one so young, she had amazing finger control, and could shoot the checkers just about anywhere she wanted. Val and Sandy were no slouches at the game either. However, the real artists at the game were Dad and Hank. They each had a deadly eye, and when they singled out an opponent's man for elimination, the deed was as good as done.
Poor little Heather had been promised she could stay up until the year turned, but she passed out on the couch in Carol's arms long before that. Expecting something like that, Mom had dressed her in her pajamas before the party started. I carried her upstairs to her bed. Both my ladies came along and helped tuck her in. She woke up long enough to demand a kiss from both. They kissed her tenderly; she curled up happily in a ball and was instantly dead to the world. I stood in the doorway of her room, my arms around Carol and Riekie, watching the little one sleep. I squeezed them tight to me and whispered. " Someday that will be one of our own we watch sleeping." I was rewarded with two tender cuddles and contented 'Mmm-Hmm's'.
We rejoined the main party just as the crochinole and euchre games broke up. The stereo got going, and the younger ones started to dance. Carol and Riekie got right into it. They took turns getting Doug and Hank up to dance. Hank begged off after a couple dances, but Doug hadn't had this much female attention in years. He ate it right up. The one that wasn't dancing with Doug, danced with me, or occasionally Dad, most of the time. Riekie danced with Tom a couple times.
We all made the rounds and had a good time. The mistletoe got a bit of a workout, too. Val got a sprig down, and went around the couples dancing, holding it over them until they kissed. Tom got a mouthful of Riekie once. I think she laid it on a little thick because I saw Tom's knees start to shake. Another time, he got bushwhacked by Carol. They were just letting him know who they were. Each time they got caught under the mistletoe with someone other than me, as soon as possible, they were onto me for a hot personal kiss. I didn't get caught but once with Sandra. I'm afraid I was as bad as my wives, and left the poor girl breathless. Carol even gave Doug a taste of tongue, creating a world of fantasy for the old bachelor.
The midnight hour approached and the turn of the New Year. We all found our proper partners so we could ring in the New Year in style. I had two armfuls of gorgeous female. Tom had latched onto Val, and Bob was with Sandra. Val didn't like giving up Bob, but Tom didn't want to kiss his sister for the New Year. Doug was the only one without a partner, so Mom and Dad drew him into their circle.
We counted down the last few seconds of 1965 and brought 1966 in with a cheer and a toast. Mom and the girls had made a delicious punch for the party, and we used it for our toast. It was as good as any wine. We then kissed our partners. My ladies and I started it off by sharing a soul-searing three-way kiss that had some of the guests staring. This was the first time tonight they'd seen what they'd heard of from Mom and Dad about Dave actually having two girls. These guests had been chosen for their open mindedness and discretion in the first place, and despite their initial shock, eventually took it in stride. Hearing about it and seeing are two different things, though.
Val was totally unconcerned, and put into practice what she'd learned from watching us. She sucked Tom's soul out of his body, I'm sure. Sandra, after her initial shock at seeing two girls kissing passionately, also practiced what she'd seen and learned. Lucky Bob got an extremely sweet and passionate kiss from that sweet young girl.
Hank and Celia shared a quiet buss. They were nuts about each other, but not big on public display.
Uncle Bill and Aunt Ruth were every bit as passionate as any teenagers, and always had been. They had been together since they were fifteen, and got married when they were sixteen, their oldest daughter already on the way. They were as much in love now, as they were when they were kids. It was a thing of beauty to watch them dance. They were excellent dancers, and moved around the floor as one.
Mom and Dad shared a similarly passionate kiss. This was new for them to so publicly display their affection, and it wasn't lost on their friends. Mom then stunned her brother-in-law by curling his toes with a soul kiss. Doug was in seventh heaven. He'd been given a similar kiss earlier by Carol under the mistletoe, and now Mom did the same thing to him to welcome in the New Year. It was an open secret around our household he had a crush on Mom, and now one of his fantasies had come true.
After everyone kissed their partners, we made the rounds, shaking hands and swapping kisses. Aunt Ruth curled my toes with a deep kiss of her own. She whispered she had to find out just what my girls were enjoying so much. Bill sampled the girls similarly.
Bob, the girls and I called Dolly as soon as we could and wished her a Happy New Year. Mom, Dad, and Val all came to the phone to greet her, too. There was a lot of noise at her end, and loud voices. Bob Sr. and his friends were whooping it up pretty good. He wouldn't leave his friends long enough to come to the phone and wish a Happy New Year to his own kids, though.
Once the New Year had been suitably rung in, our guests' energy level started to run down, and the party started to break up. Soon, everyone said their goodbyes, with wishes of 'Happy New Year' and left.
The girls offered to clean up from the party before bed. Mom said to leave the cleanup until morning, just put the perishables away and for us to get to bed, it was late. With three extra bodies in the house, the line up at the bathroom that night took a little longer.
Despite Mom's insistence to leave the cleanup until morning, the three of us did gather up all the dirty dishes and glassware and put all the food away. We stacked them by the sink for tomorrow. Satisfied there was no food or scraps left for Clyde to get into, we headed for bed.
Tired and happy my wives and I climbed the stairs to our room. Tonight, whether we made love or not, the three of us would sleep together for the first time, and in the warmth and security of a home and family that loved, nourished and protected us. We were looking forward to just sharing each others' closeness as much as anything.