Four Days of Thanksgiving

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Artwork (c) 2012 by Eduardo

[Author's Note for the Record: I had originally planned when I came up with this idea to make it about Christmas, and originally scheduled to write it next month some time, and I came up with the idea way back in January of 2008, well before any hint of that "Four Christmases" movie came out. I have not seen that movie at the time of this writing (November 30, 2008), and know only its basic setup here, which is scarily identical to my own idea. So call this what you want, but it is not a case of my borrowing the plot, however that movie turns out. Given mine is about a boy whose grandparents have all divorced and remarried and what that does to his holiday instead of a couple of newlyweds, it CAN'T be that identical! And by making mine about Thanksgiving instead of Christmas as originally planned, I can divorce it further yet from the movie.]

THANKSGIVING DAY

"Nathan!" called out Grandma Susan when I got out of the car.

"Grandma!" I called back and ran over to and into her arms. Her husband, my Grandfather Edward (I handled the entire problem of both sets of grandparents getting remarried, all four of them, by keeping "Grandpa" for the two original grandfathers and "Grandfather" for the ones that got the title by marrying my Grandma/Grandmother--get it?), was right behind her, and while Grandma and Mom hugged, he shook my hand. I didn't hate him for marrying Grandma, she had divorced Grandpa six years ago, the same year I was born, and married Edward only a year and a half ago, but Grandfather Edward and I weren't lovey-dovey, either. Dad came over and Grandma slobbered all over him; he was her son. That was how this family hung together, and this year, we were having Thanksgiving at their house. Next year, it would be at Grandma Louise's house. The other two sets of grandparents (the ones with my Grandpas) got our visits on the days following, we changed houses every day over the four-day holiday. Christmas was trickier and still not all that well worked out.

"Come in, come in, all of you." Grandma gushed. "We're going to have such a nice Thanksgiving this year, just the six of us.

"Six" was the three of us (me, Mom and Dad) and the three of them (Grandma, Grandfather and Jeff). Jeff was Grandfather Edward's youngest son by his former marriage. I should explain that Grandfather was only in his forties and Jeff was a teenager, sixteen, I think. Similar circumstances held at my other three grandparents' places, all four of them married younger than themselves.

Jeff was sprawled out in front of the television set, watching some older television show. Later, it would be football, but at this hour, it was old shows, the parade, or nothing. "Hey, Jeff!" I called out to him.

He looked at me, grunted. "Hey!" He had met me only twice before, briefly, and shown no palpable interest in me. Tall, thin but muscled, blond-haired, and more pretty than handsome, with blue eyes and smooth pale skin; he was wearing a tanktop and loose shorts, because the apartment was pretty warm. But there was no hint of him wanting anything to do with me, so I went on into the kitchen, which had the virtue of smelling wonderful and also having activities.

"Nathan!" Grandma said when I came in. "What are you doing in here?"

I gave the old "nothing to do" shrug and said, "I don't know."

"You need to keep clear here, babe, dinner will be in another hour and we're busy in here."

"Can I mash the potatoes or something?"

"We're fine, dear." Grandma said. She could have used help, but her kitchen was tiny, she and Mom were crowding it as it was. "You go play with Jeff."

"He doesn't want to play with me."

"Oh." Grandma said. "Well, you just come with me."

And together we went back into the television room, where Jeff, Grandfather and Dad were perched on the couch. "Jeff, Nathan says you won't play with him."

"I didn't do nothing!" Jeff protested.

"Well, take him into your room with you and keep him busy, will you? You aren't watching your game yet."

"Awww..." Jeff started, but Grandfather Edward spoke up. "Jeff, you do what she wants."

Jeff grudgingly got up and Grandma said to me. "Now, Nathan, you go with Jeff and if he won't play with you, then you come get me again, okay?"

"Okay!" I beamed.

"Come on, squirt." Jeff grunted and led the way to his bedroom.

Inside, he sprawled out on the bed, feet on the floor, rest of him lying on the bed. "Okay, what do you want to do?"

"What kind of games do you got?"

"I don't have any games." Jeff informed me. "You don't play games when you're my age. I don't have anything for you to play with. So now what are you going to do?"

I looked about, just a bedroom with nothing special about it. Except... I grinned. "You do have something I can play with. If you'll let me."

Jeff, startled, looked around, but came up as nearly dry as I had. Shrugged. "I don't see nothing you can break. Go ahead, take it and play with it." And lay back on the bed. Determined to ignore my existence.

So when I reached into his shorts through those loose legs, and caught hold of his wiener (no briefs underneath it, which was why I'd spotted his wiener through his shorts when I'd looked around), he gasped, and sat up. "What the hell?"

"I can play with this!" I announced. I had a firm hold on it now, my fingers wrapped around his shaft, and it was stiffening up.

"No fucking way!" He tugged at my arm.

I held on tight. "You said I could. You said I could take it and play with it. So I'm going to!"

By now, he was fully hard and firm. Much bigger than my friends at school who'd slept over and shown me the delights waiting in my pants at the hand of a willing friend. I'd had a lot of sleepovers since I'd started school.

So I knew just what to do with a firm pud. Never held one this big before, but the idea was the same and I was pretty darned good at making my friends squirm when I pumped them.

Like Jeff was squirming now. "Ah-ah-ah, guhhhh!" he grunted as I jerked him. "You're good at this, Nate!"

I liked him calling me "Nate." Nobody else in the family called me Nate, it was always "Nathan" because my great-grandfather was called Nathan. "I can do it better if you'll take off the shorts for me." I pointed out.

"Oh, yeah, yeah!" I let go of him and Jeff skimmed down his shorts, a slow, lithe, graceful motion. I took over pulling down the shorts and got them the rest of the way off for him and he was now bare below the waist.

I grinned and got up on the bed. "I can do it better if I'm in here with you." I said.

"Yeah, go ahead, do it for me, do it." Jeff groaned. "Shit, I'm so fucking hot!"

I got on my knees on the bed, that gave my arms full play. I got to flogging Jeff's pud, a solid shaft, eight inches of hot steel covered in velvet, and the tip gushed out a clear fluid that I saw and got excited about.

Come. I'd only heard about it from my friends, the white stuff that would shoot out when you got old enough. Jeff would be old enough. "You going to shoot come for me, Jeff?"

"You keep pumping my pud, I will." Jeff grunted. "Aw, man, shit, and I griped about having to keep you entertained. I like entertaining you, Nate, shit, yeah!"

"Come for me, Jeff. I want to see you come!" I yipped. "Come for me, come for me!"

"Oh, oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh, oh, GUH-UHHHH!" And Jeff squirted for me all right. Man, I expected a small dribbling of stuff, that how my friends had described it. But they had only seen come from a newly-active dick, they hadn't seen the action of a cock in full teenaged, high-powered glory. Jeff didn't just come...he exploded!

Hot, high squirts of jizz flew up and the first one got me right on my face! It surprised me and I lurched back, hanging onto his cock as I leaned back, and that aimed his dick right at me, I got splattered from my neck to my crotch, and there was lots of it, too!

Jeff was groaning, he saw me being splashed and he groaned, "Ah, ah, yeah, get it on you, squirt, get that jizz all over you, shit, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" And he was done and I had a soggy cock rapidly shrinking in my clutch.

"Ah, man!" Jeff gasped and he looked at me, I was wiping myself clean as I could on his sheet, and not doing a very good job, he was lying on most of it. "You look a mess, Nate!" He marveled. "Why didn't you aim it away from you?"

"I didn't expect you to shoot so hard." I said.

"You got it on your face." Jeff said and reached up. I hadn't wiped at my face yet, the sheet wouldn't reach higher than my lower chest. His finger reached up and lifted it off my cheek. "See?"

"I knew it was there."

"You ever taste it?" he wanted to know.

"Nu-uh!" I made a face.

"No, it tastes okay. Try it."

I dubiously put my mouth around his finger and sucked it off. Strong, salty, musky. I licked my lips when he pulled his finger out and said, "Hey, it's good!"

"It sure is." Jeff looked surprised at my reaction, but was quick on the uptake. "I bet it tastes better if you take it straight off the cock."

There was a small glob of it still on his cockhead. "Yeah." I said and leaned down and slurped it off.

Jeff moaned. "Ah, shit, ah!" His cock jerked.

"You ready to go again?" I marveled.

"Oh, oh, no, not yet." Jeff gasped. "But shit! Let me rest a little and you got a deal!"

"Oh. So now what can we do?" I asked.

Jeff reached into a drawer and pulled out a Gameboy. "I got this. You play it while I rest."

Grandma called us down to dinner before Jeff was ready to go again.

Jeff got into watching the football games and I'd hoped he'd want to break off during the game and let me play with him again. But no deal, and Mom insisted that we take off before I had a chance to get him away from the games on television. We spent the night in a motel on the road to my next grandparent's house and Mom made me get in bed at eight o'clock at night. "We'll be leaving early tomorrow." she cautioned.

* * * * *

FRIDAY

We pulled in very, very early to my Grandma Louise's house. She was my mother's mother, and the reason for the early arrival was simple. She and my Grandma Louise were going to hit the stores. It was Black Friday, the day for bargains, bargains, bargains! They were going Christmas shopping.

I had Grandfather Patrick and Dad and Willis to keep me company. Grandfather Patrick and Dad had their own plans for the day, I learned soon after Mom and Grandma Louise left that Dad and he had set up for their own excursion. They were going to look for a new car for him and Grandma Louise, but it now while car prices were their lowest prices of the entire year! I was happy until they concluded, "And you and Willis can stay here and order in pizza and watch TV."

"I want to come along!" I protested.

"You'd only be bored." Dad said. "Your mother and Grandma ought to be back by mid-afternoon."

"I don't want to babysit!" Willis protested. He was seventeen, a brawny football player with dark brown hair, coffee-with-cream-colored skin (he was a quarter African in ancestry, through his mother) and a surprisingly deep voice for his age. "I got a game tonight! I was supposed to go in for some practice this afternoon." He was dressed in a sweatsuit, shirt and pants and sneakers.

"You can go when Louise gets back." Grandfather assured him, and he snorted but shut up.

Grandfather Patrick and Dad took off and I settled in next to him on the couch. He was flipping channels in disgust. "God damn it, there's nothing on!" He grumped and shut off the television. "Now what the fuck am I going to do?"

I had an idea about that. "Can I play with you?" I asked him.

He looked at me and groaned. "Ah, why not. I got nothing else to do. What do you want to play, anyhow? Go outside and toss around the football?"

"Nu-uh." I said and my hand landed on his crotch. I didn't land quite right, but found his cock in there with only a small shift of my hand. "I want to play with this."

We had an empty house and Willis didn't have to worry about anyone walking in on us or such. "You want to play with my dick?" was his only comment.

"Uh-huh. Can I? I know how."

"I'll bet you do." was his warm chuckle. "Coach would really give me hell if I was to jerk off before a game, but he never said nothing about having it jerked for me." Willis kicked off his sneakers one at a time.

"Then I can do it?"

"Sure. Knock yourself out. Better'n watching television."

"Yeah." I giggled and he untied his sweatpants and I helped him pull them down. Then his jockstrap had to be dealt with, that was trickier but I managed to wrangle it off of him. He sat up as I slid them down to his ankles with his pants and he slid off his sweatshirt and t-shirt underneath in one motion. His legs did a lift and tug and he kicked off his sweats entirely, only his socks remained.

I giggled again as I took them off. "Got to get you naked!" I said and he laughed with me.

"Go ahead, knock yourself out." Willis gestured to his cock, it was thicker than Jeff's but not quite as long. I said as much to him.

"You been playing with Jeff?" Willis knew who he was, but they had never met.

"Uh-huh. First time yesterday." I got hold of Willis' prick.

"Thanksgiving delight, huh?" I started pumping him and he grunted. "Muh, yeah, Thanksgiving delight!"

I pumped on his pud a while and then I said, "Willis?"

"Huh?" he'd closed his eyes in his pleasure, he opened one to look at me.

"Can I taste your come?"

"Sure." he said after a short pause.

"Jeff said that come tastes better if I catch it right out of the cock."

"Does it?"

"I don't know. I wasn't able to do it with him more than that one time. Can I taste yours right out of the cock?"

"Sure. You can suck it if you want to."

"Thanks." A short pause. "How do I do that?" I had been thinking lying in bed last night unable to sleep so early, about how I could catch the come freshly squirting. "I'd have to keep my mouth on it, wouldn't I?"

"Yeah, that's sucking. Just like your hand, only you do it with your mouth."

I was dubious but willing, but at Willis' coaxing, I put my mouth on it. The cock head was rich, the same sort of salty-musky, only more musk than salt, and with a meaty flavor to it, too. I pushed my lips down over the glans and a gush of salty fluid landed on my tongue, like come but not as concentrated in taste. I did my best at sucking it, but my mouth got tired in a hurry, I had to keep my lips tight and pull his skin up over the cockhead each time, and it was hard to do that. I had Willis moaning happily as I did it, but I had to stop.

"I'm sorry, Willis." I said when I lifted up. "I can't do it no more."

"It's okay." he panted huskily, his rich tones matching the rich flavor of his dick. "You did good for a first time of sucking a man's cock. Now jerk me on off, I'm nearly there. You can try to catch it as I squirt, okay?"

"Okay." I pumped on his pud and Willis moaned loudly, a lot more loudly than Jeff had, and with that resounding in my ears, I realized he was coming and I put my face down, mouth open, to catch it.

A hot load of spunk squirted up and into my mouth, the next two, though, missed, one getting my chin and the other my nose, right on the tip. I leaned down further and caught the head in my mouth and started sucking on it again like Willis had taught me. That made Willis moan anew, and the last spurts I drank down right off his cock like I'd wanted to.

"Hooh-hooh-hooh-hooh-hooh, hooh, hooh! Whooh!" Willis said as he finished thrashing under me. "Man, oh, man!"

I smacked my lips. "Jeff is right." I enthused. "It does taste better right off the dick!"

"I'll bet it does." Willis groaned. "Hooh!"

"Now what do you want to do?"

"It's not even nine o'clock now." Willis said. "We got all the time in the world right now."

I sucked him off twice more before Grandma Louise and Mom came back at two-thirty that afternoon. He even gave me a hug good-bye as we took off, with a lot of presents sharing the back seat that were mine but I couldn't touch. Mom had thrown a blanket over them, but I knew they were there, just the same.

* * * * *

SATURDAY

We slept in some on Saturday morning, but made it to Grandpa Dave's house by eleven o'clock. He was my father's father and he and Dad were busy talking over things in no time. Mom and Grandmother Elma got along, but not as good, they went into the kitchen, where Elma was fixing up a belated sort of Thanksgiving dinner for us, same fixings, only two days late. Grandpa Dave insisted on it.

I sat next to Lance, who was Elma's son and fifteen years old. As we ate, Mom and Elma both discovered some more shopping to do. Dad wanted to do some more looking at cars, Grandfather Patrick had him thinking about new cars and Grandpa Dave was more than willing to help him look.

"But what about Lance and Nathan?" Grandmother Elma said.

"I can stay here with him and we'll play together." I said. "We'll have fun." And to make my point, my hand which was under the table (you don't put your arms on the table after all) and I fondled Lance's crotch as I said the last half of this. When I said "We'll have fun." I emphasized the fun by giving his bump there a rub.

Lance gasped and looked at me and I beamed at him and nodded significantly.

"Would you be okay with looking after Nathan today, Lance, honey?" Grandmother Elma said to Lance.

My hand was still there, and the cock in those pants was getting nice and stiff. "Sure, Mom, no problem." Lance said. "We'll have fun."

And his hand came over and landed on my leg and found my prick and he rubbed at it.

Good thing he and I were the only ones on that side of the table and were close enough to each other that the grown-ups didn't notice what we were doing.

"Good, it's settled, then." Dad beamed. I guess this weekend was boring for him, for when Mom pointed out we couldn't afford to get a new car right now, he said, "It's not going to cost anything to look."

"As long as you don't do anything but look." Mom cautioned.

While they were involved in the argument, I whispered to Lance, "I want to suck on it, too, okay?"

"Sure, sure." He panted. His cock was harder than ever in his pants, and I felt a stickiness, he was so worked up, he had gushed precome all the way through them.

It felt like it took forever for them to all finish eating and go. Nearly an hour was all it was, but it felt like longer, I know Lance was practically snorting eagerly as they got ready to go.

When the door shut, he turned and said, "Come on, my bedroom, let's go!"

And we raced up the stairs to his bedroom.

Lance's bedroom was a real mess, but he had games and such, so much that I almost changed my mind. But Lance was pulling off his clothes and when he saw me standing there, he said, "Come on, get your clothes off, hurry!"

Done with his own clothes while I was still working with my shoes and socks, he scrambled onto the bed and lay there, cock erect, panting heavily.

I got my own clothes off and started to get into bed. "No, no, the other way." Lance panted at me. "You want to suck me, don't you?"

"Yeah." I didn't see it.

"So get in the other way, so we can suck each other."

"Okay." This was the first time someone had offered to do mine! I was eager as Lance, then and we got into position, me on top of him. Lance was taller than me, but we managed to get our mouths on each other's cocks, and I used my skills learned on Willis' major dong on Lance's smaller but just as tasty pud. My own dick was tingling like crazy as Lance slurped on me, he was really very good at it, and soon I shivered in my little-boy orgasm.

Lance kept sucking as I shivered and when I was done, I let go of his pud long enough to pant, "Okay, that's enough."

But Lance kept sucking. I moaned, "Okay, stop, stop, Lance, stop I, oh, oh, oh!" I felt another tingling rising in me, and rising fast. "Oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" I wasn't just tingled by this second feeling, it shook me to my very core. I was groaning and when it was done, I was completely out of breath and exhausted.

"That's what happened to me when I was your age." Lance confirmed. "I knew if I kept sucking, you'd feel a really big one. That really big one, Nate, is what orgasm is really like."

"Wow, oh, oh, wow!" I moaned. "That was great!"

"Yeah." Lance said. "And now, when you're ready, finish me off, okay?"

"Sure!" I was more than ready to oblige Lance after a hot climax like that! I sucked on him and he squirted right into my mouth. Just like I'd been trying with Willis, only with Lance, I made it.

It tasted wonderful.

Dad and Grandpa Dave came back after another hour or so, and we went out to a movie together. Then it was time to head out for Grandpa Charles' house.

* * * * *

SUNDAY

Grandpa Charles' house was different in two ways. It was the first place where we didn't go to a motel the night before, we got to their house about ten o'clock at night. Second, it was only a short distance from our own home, we'd head back in the afternoon and be home in time to get ready for school the next day.

Grandpa Charles was married to Grandmother Paige, who had a son Bob, who was nineteen and in college. We stayed with them because Mom's room was still available for her and Dad, and I would sleep on the couch for the night. Or that was their plan.

What I did was wait for them to settle down and then I skittered down to Bob's room. He had outfitted the basement into almost a bachelor apartment. He was still up and surprised to see me coming down the stairs. Didn't recognize me, in fact. "Who the fuck are you?" was his reaction. Well, what would you say to a strange boy walking into your room when you were busy studying for finals and only wearing a pair of rather worn, red with white piping underwear?

"I'm Nate." I said. "We came to visit last year, remember?"

He put down his book and said, "Oh, yeah. But what are you doing here?"

"Mom and Dad are in bed. I came down to see you."

"I'm studying for a test." He demurred, but settled back on the bed anyhow. "What's the matter, can't sleep?"

"Nu-uh." I said as I started taking off my clothes. He watched me do this without comment or reaction. "I came down to get in bed with you."

"Oh." Bob was dubious. "I wasn't planning to go to sleep any time soon, you know. Won't I keep you awake?"

"No." I said as I got down onto his bed (he had a mattress and box springs down on the floor instead of a bed up on legs) and in next to him. I shoved my head up under his armpit and he grunted, annoyed. He barely knew me, after all, not the sort of thing that gave me permission to get all snuggly with him.

"Hey, hey!" he protested. "I have to study here! If you're going to sleep, go to sleep already."

"I wasn't going to sleep." I said. And to prove my point, I put my hand right down on his weiner, clearly visible as a line in his briefs.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bob protested as his book went flying and landed with a thump on the floor. "What the fuck is this?"

"I want to suck it." I announced. After my easy victories with Jeff, Willis and Lance, I figured Bob would be the same. "Come on, let me suck it. I like sucking cocks."

"Jesus H. fucking Christ!" Bob shrieked. "Do your Mom and Dad know you're down here? No, of course not! Shit mother-fucking Jesus!"

"Come on, take it out for me, so I can suck it." I begged. "Come on, please? I want to do it, can I, please?"

"God, what is the matter with you?" Bob had hold of both my arms and held me captive like that, arms wide. "You walk in here and just grab my cock and say you want to suck it? What is going on here?"

I got a little frightened then and began to tell of my adventures over the last three days, my increasingly sophisticated sexual adventures. I waxed downright poetic about it, in fact, and as I did, Bob's features got less outraged and more considered. He let my arms go and I told of my sixty-nining with Lance and how intense my climax had been when he sucked me, he was visibly worked up, I don't mean his cock, which I couldn't see well in this position, I mean his face was all open and soft and his tongue licked his lips a few times, his chest was rising and falling faster and bigger. Breathing hard. "So I figured I could do the same thing with you." I concluded. "We're going to be here all night and tomorrow, but you know tomorrow is going to be too busy to do anything, so I came down here so we could do it tonight." I stopped and breathed in hard myself. I'd been doing a lot of talking. "So, can we?"

"You...you wouldn't tell your Mom and Dad, would you?" Bob licked his lips. "I mean, they find out, they'll be mad, not at you, they'll be mad at me. I'm a grown-up, you know."

"I know." I said. "So...can I?"

"I'm going to regret this." Bob mourned. Then, in sudden decision, "Sure, why not? Suck me off and don't say anything to your Mom and Dad, ever."

"I won't if you suck mine, too." I countered cunningly.

"Deal." Bob agreed. "I got to be out of my fucking mind!"

But I was too busy squirming down to get a lip-lock on him. Bob's briefs were loose, baggy things, really worn out, so they didn't offer any resistance as I slipped his cock out of them and scarfed it into my mouth.

Bob slid us both down on his bed and fulfilled his obligation to suck on my cock for me, and I was enjoying it, when something else happened.

Bob slipped a finger into his mouth, and I was only irritated that it interfered with his sucking my cock, then he pulled it out and I gasped as he stuck it into my ass! The finger hurt at first, but then he wriggled it in further and then suddenly I felt better than I'd ever felt before, there was like a little button inside me, like your nipples get when they're cold, except that the nub inside my ass was being brushed by his finger and it ignited my climax for a second, shuddering, magnificent joyful time.

When I finished, Bob said, "Now, Nate, get to working on my cock, and I'll work on your ass. I'm going to show you something new just like Jeff, Willis and Lance did, okay?'

"Okay!" I panted.

Bob took it slow, and he was moaning pretty hard by the time he had done. He had been working that finger in my ass, then he added a second, and then a third, stretching me out a little at a time, and I was wondering how much I could take with three of them when he said, "Okay, now we're ready for your next lesson."

He put me on the bed, face down with a pillow under my stomach so my butt was sticking up. Then he got in behind me and I felt his cock, all slippery with my spit, push at my ass.

If he hadn't stretched me out, I never could have handled it. But he was patient, doing it a little at a time, and after a long time (it was close to midnight), Bob pushed the head fully inside and a few inches inside.

"We'll leave it at this." Bob panted. "Oh, shit, I'm going to cream in no time. But I'm going to fuck you now, Nate, so just hold on and try to enjoy it."

He pushed in a bit more and that glans of his rubbed my inside-nub again and I gasped in pleasure. Bob fucked me and I moaned and gasped and soon I was just as worked up as I had been before when I had those two incredible orgasms.

I"m going to come, Nate." Bob moaned atop me. "I'm going to cream in your butt. Can I do that, can I spurt my wads right up there inside you?"

"Yeah, yeah, me, too, I'm coming, too!" I groaned.

"Ah-huh, ah-huh, uh, UH, UH, KUH-HUH-HUNNN-NNNNHHHH!" Bob gasped and I felt the hot salty spurts into my ass and I hit my third climax, joining him in the majesty of hot sexual joy!

Sweaty, heavy, Bob landed on me, and then rolled off, panting hard. "Oh, man, oh, man!" he moaned. "That was so hot!"

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Sleep?" Bob said. "I'm not going to sleep much tonight, sorry. I got to study! You'd better get back up and on the couch. They find you down here, they'll freak, maybe."

So I ended up on the couch after all. Not what I had in mind, but I was worn out and fell soundly asleep.

The next day was kept busy, going to church with Grandpa Charles and Paige (he'd gotten real religious) and then home for lunch and then we visited a while and then headed home.

I asked Mom and Dad on the way home, "So who are we going to visit this Christmas?"

"They all want us to come see them." Mom said to me. "I don't know how we can handle it."

"Why don't you have them all come and see us?" I said.

"Oh, we wouldn't have room!" Mom objected. "I wouldn't want to put them in a motel, not for Christmas."

"We could rent beds." Dad said, getting into the idea. "Only question is where to put everybody. We could put one couple in the living room, one in the dining room, have to clear out the table for that, one in our spare room of course and one extra bed in our room, rig up a screen to divide the bedroom."

"That'd take care of our parents." Mom said. "But what about their sons? Four more people, you know."

"They can sleep with me!" I quickly offered.

Dad scoffed, then caught himself. "Well, if we squeezed another bed in there and they didn't mind it being kind of crowded, it would work."

"Okay it'd work." Mom agreed, "But for how long?"

We're still discussing that. But if I have my way, it'll be from Christmas to after New Years. Think of it! Eleven days of four teenaged studs in bed with me! I can hardly wait!

THE END

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