I examined her for several moments and she examined me back with a quizzical smile on her face. I said, “I totally understand your attitude. You love your sister. I get it. She and I have had our conversation about this. She understands my history. I will say this to you because of who you are. I’m all in on the baby and I want to be a father or an uncle or whatever Donna wants from me. I don’t know yet where she and I are going as far as love and marriage. It’s too early to tell.”
Sylvia smiled and took a sip from her drink. “She’s falling in love with you. You know that right?” I hesitated for a moment considering whether or not to continue this discussion with her. Then I nodded and took another sip. She took a sip and continued, “I just don’t want her to get hurt.”
I said, “I have a lot of baggage and she and I have discussed all that. The last thing I want to do is hurt ….” Donna walked in mid-sentence and I stopped talking. Sylvia was smiling at me and Donna looked disapprovingly at Sylvia.
“Sylvi, please stop haranguing Jack. Dinner is almost ready.” She motioned for us to follow her. Sylvia refreshed our drinks, poured a Perrier for her sister and we went to the dining room. This was an old house and there was no such thing as open concept in its design. Many separate doors lined the hallway as we followed Donna. The dining room was a separate room segregated even from the kitchen. The mahogany furniture was old and stately. The table was easily twelve feet long. The dinnerware was fine china and the glassware was Waterford Crystal. There was a full spread of silverware and upon closer inspection, it was real sterling silver.
Donna asked if I could slice the pork roast in the kitchen. She pushed open a swinging door and I followed her. The kitchen was ultra-modern and completely out of character with the rest of the house. It was beautiful with granite countertops and stainless-steel appliances, two sinks and a ten-foot center island with barstools on one side. The roast sat in a china platter with a carving knife beside it. I picked up the knife and Donna pushed her body against my back and wrapped her arms around my chest and said, “I’m sorry for Sylvi’s attitude. She’s just looking out for me.” She stretched up and kissed me on the back of the neck. I set the knife down and turned around and held her tight to me. I bent down and kissed her firmly on the lips and she responded with a lot more passion. My dick blossomed again and pushed against her. Her hand went to my crotch and pushed back. I wondered if we were going to get out of the kitchen. We were both breathing very heavily when she suddenly pulled back and began waving her hand like a fan at her red flushed face. I could feel the heat in mine too.
Donna turned away from me and took a step toward the dining room and then stopped and turned back. She pushed her breasts against my ribs and said, “Can you stay the night? I’m so horny right now I could explode.” I kissed her and nodded. She grinned broadly and turned around and carried a bowl of baked potatoes to the dining room. She was just about to push back through the swing-door when she turned back to face me and lifted the hem of her dress to show me that she was going commando too. Her sex glistened with moisture as proof of her sexual arousal. My dick pushed harder on my zipper and Donna giggled before backing through the door. I went back to the roast and when Donna returned, I had the slices all laid out in a neat row. Donna pressed her hand to my obvious erection and told me to get out of her kitchen. She squeezed my cock and grinned. I went back to the dining room and sat down across from Sylvia.
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