You're All That I Want

I smiled and said, "I'd love to."

*********

I rang their doorbell at six on the dot. The door swung open and Bree opened the door covered in flour.

"What happened to you?" I asked stifling a smile.

"I'm making you dinner," she said matter of factly.

"She wouldn't let me do anything," Brett said walking up. He kissed me and invited me in.

"What are you making?" I asked.

"Chicken Parmesan," she answered. "You like that right?"

"Yep. Can I help you finish?"

"Yeah, that'll be awesome. We'll have so much fun!"

Brett shook his head at being shunned by her for help. I kissed his cheek and said, "Go ahead and get some more work done honey, let us get to work."

He shook his head again with a smile and patted me on the butt as he walked away.

Walking into the kitchen I was more shocked than I should've been at the mess. Clearly, she had pounded the chicken after dredging it in flour and didn't use any plastic wrap.

She smiled and said, "It's kind of a mess."

I laughed and said, "Just a bit."

"Mom used to make it, but I think I got the steps wrong."

"Yeah, you pound the chicken before you dip it in all of the stuff, it's less messy."

"I didn't mess it up too badly did I?" She asked sheepishly.

"No, baby, it's fine. It'll be great."

She perked up and we got to work.

********

Dinner was good and we cleaned up the kitchen as if she never tried to cook. We were sitting in the living room talking about her day. When the conversation lulled, I asked, "What are your plans for Thanksgiving? All of these COVID guidelines are pretty limiting."

"We're making a turkey with all of the fixings. Believe it or not, Brett makes pumpkin pie just like mom did."

I smiled and said, "Really? What don't you do, Brett?"

"He doesn't do anything fun. Well, until you came," Bree answered.

"Would you like to join us?" He asked.

"I'd love to, thank you."

Bree clapped her hands and squealed.

I asked, "What are you doing this weekend?"

"I work until noon on Saturday, but don't have anything else going on," Brett answered.

"Would you like to go snowmobiling with me?"

"I've never been, but I can't. I can't leave Bree on her own."

"No, silly. She's invited too."

"Oh my God!" Bree shrieked. "Brett please?" She begged.

Brett looked torn. I knew it was a mistake to spring it on him with her in the room, but I think deep down that's what I'd wanted. I wanted her to be on my side so we could make it happen.

"Brett, it's okay. I have a cabin up north and I own the snowmobiles, it's not going to cost anything."

"You have a cabin?" Bree asked excitedly. "Wow!"

"It was my parents' cabin. It's near a ski mountain. Dad used it for hunting and fishing too. It's also on a big lake," I said watching Brett intently. He still wasn't saying yes.

He looked at Bree, practically dancing with excitement, and back at me. He didn't quite smile, but he said, "I guess that's okay. Maybe I'll take off work on Saturday and we can go up Friday night."

"Yes!" Bree shouted, doing that elbow pump again.

**********

My dad bought a rather large cabin that had a master suite and 2 smaller guest bedrooms. When I say smaller, they may have been smaller than the master but were still larger than a normal bedroom. They each had two sets of bunk beds, sized for adults, and plenty of room for all of the gear any of his friends would bring up.

With a pullout couch in the main family room, it could comfortably sleep twelve adults. When I was much younger, his friends would bring their children up and we could sleep doubled up in the bunks if needed.

Bree walked into the cabin as if spellbound. Before I could offer them a tour, she took off room to room investigating all of the sights. When she came back into the family room, she saw the large fireplace and then noticed the view out of the large bay window.

A large snowfall had come down that morning and every tree branch glistened in the last of the sunlight as the sun set. It was a picturesque view and as the story went, was the sole reason that my mother let my father buy it. She loved curling up on the seat in the window with a blanket and hot chocolate, gazing into the peacefulness.

"Chelsea, this place is amazing. How rich are you?" Bree asked, shamelessly.

"Bree, don't be rude," Brett interjected.

I didn't mind the question but I wasn't going to undercut Brett's authority. The fact was, I was very rich. My parents left me and my sister more money than we, our children or grandchildren, would ever need, and my business was doing very well. They didn't even know about my mom's villa on the coast of Spain yet.

I hugged her and said, "Bree, why don't you go ahead and pick a bedroom to sleep in. Either one with the bunk beds is fine."

She kissed my cheek and dragged her bags off to pick a room.

I looked into Brett's deep eyes and said, "I suppose it would be out of decorum to invite you to sleep in my bedroom."

He laughed and said, "Yes, I'm sorry. Maybe, I should check on you in the middle of the night though?"

He pulled me into a very passionate kiss that sent a tingle to all of the right places.

"Mm, I do get afraid of the dark. I'd like a strong, handsome man to check on me and make sure a bear hasn't eaten me."

"Let me send a text and find a strong, handsome man for you then."

I slapped his shoulder for his playfully insolent comment and kissed him again.

"I could kiss you forever," I said pulling away.

"Mm, hm," he sighed. "I agree."

"Let's get settled in and start dinner," I said. "Bree and I have a surprise for you."

He kissed me once more, gently, and agreed.

**********

"So what's the surprise for dinner?" Brett asked as I handed him a beer.

"We don't have pizza delivery out here in God's country," I said, "so we're making it homemade."

"Really? Wow, this should be interesting," he said with a chuckle.

"Okay, smarty," I teased. "How about you run out to the shed and bring in some firewood."

He kissed me on the cheek and went about the task assigned.

"Men!" Bree huffed.

"Yeah, but what a man!" I answered, breathlessly.

She giggled, then got serious and said, "I'm really glad I saw you at the coffee shop that day. I think you're perfect for each other."

"It's only been a week, but I see myself in your lives for a long time," I said.

She didn't look up but she smiled as she kneaded her dough. I was falling as hard in love with her as I was Brett. I hoped I didn't do anything to mess it up.

After the dough was ready to be tossed and Brett had finished his man-chore, I called out to him, "Honey, come here and toss your pizza."

Bree was giddy with anticipation. She couldn't wait to start tossing her pizza into the air. My mom used to do this with me and my sister all of the time, so I'm pretty decent at it. I couldn't wait to have the same fun with Brett and Bree, hoping I would feel the same joy my mom felt teaching me. The smile never left her face when we were tossing pizzas together.

I handed Brett his dough and showed them how to work it, to get it ready for tossing. After failing the first attempt at spinning it up, Bree's laughter became infectious and we started playing around. They got the hang of it after several tries and then Bree winked at me.

My eyebrows shot up and my mouth dropped when I then saw her watching Brett. Before I could stop her, her next toss was at Brett's face while he was looking up at his dough in the air.

I managed to catch his falling dough before it hit the floor while he pulled hers off of his face.

Bree was in hysterics laughing, as Brett's face showed anger, then acceptance, and finally, his own laughter sprang forth as he saw us both cracking up.

"Okay, you got me," he said, "but you might not want to fall asleep tonight. I'll get my payback."

She stuck her tongue out and gave him a raspberry.

After loading the results of our efforts up with toppings, we put them into the oven and refreshed our drinks.

Brett sat next to me on the couch as I snuggled into him with a glass of wine. The fire was burning nicely and gave the room a warm glow.

"I almost don't want to eat, I'm so relaxed," I said.

He kissed the top of my head and agreed, while Bree sipped her hot chocolate.

"Chelsea?"

"Yes, Bree?" I answered sleepily.

"Is this the kind of thing you do all of the time?"

"What do you mean, baby?" I asked.

"This," she said moving her hand through the air. "This cabin. It's so—I don't know..."

"What's bothering you, Bree," Brett asked.

She looked sad all of a sudden, and I stood up and sat next to her, taking her hands into mine.

"You're so rich. I'm afraid you'll get bored with us," she said softly.

I hugged her and said, "Bree, I haven't been up here in over a year. I have a caretaker that keeps an eye on the place and keeps it clean and ready. Four days ago the windows were still boarded up and the water was shut off. He had to get it ready for us to use it."

She was surprised by that.

"Bree, before last weekend I was a workaholic. I didn't date anyone, I didn't go out with my friends that often, and I was a recluse living with the sadness of being alone at 30. When my parents died, I drowned myself in work."

"Why?" She asked.

"It hurt too much to think about not having them anymore. I also figured that by growing their business to be an even larger success than they had, I could show them that I was worthy of them leaving it for me to run."

The timer went off for the pizzas and I lifted her chin to look me in the eye.

"Bree, if you're worried because I have more money than you guys, don't be. I've never been a person who cared about that stuff. It's just not important to me."

She smiled and I knew we were all good.

"Come on," she said jumping up. "We can't burn the pizza!"

Thankfully there was no further mention made of my money.

*********

"Chels, how does it work for the snowmobile ride? Is there a trail or something?" Brett asked in between bites of his pizza.

"Yeah. There's a public trail that during the summer people use for ATV's."

"Do you have an ATV?" He asked.

I just shrugged my shoulders not mentioning the two ATV's in the garage. I knew he'd see them when we get the snowmobiles in the morning.

"I've got two snowmobiles so you and I can drive one each and Bree can ride along. If we're alone out there, I don't have an issue letting her try to drive, but that'll be up to you."

He nodded and I was surprised he didn't shoot the idea of her driving, down. He is a bit over-protective of her and maybe rightfully so. Her eyes lit up immediately though, and wisely, she didn't push it.

After dinner and clean-up, we adjourned to the family room to get cozy by the fire. There was only one television in the cabin and it was in the basement man cave. That's where dad had all of the hunting and fishing trophies. I hated that room, never liking to look at the deer heads and the other mounted animals of which he was so proud.

"So guys," I said. "In the morning, we'll get up and have some breakfast, then I'll check the weather and trail reports. If all is well, we can pick up the trail about a mile from here. We can ride the snowmobiles straight from here, so we don't have to load them onto the trailer."

They asked some questions about how the snowmobiles worked for a while, but Bree eventually dozed off.

"Should we wake her?" I asked.

"No," Brett said. "She's earned the rest. I don't think she's been sleeping well this week. She was really excited about this weekend."

I kissed his cheek, rose, and walked over to the cedar chest behind the couch. Pulling out one of mom's quilts, I covered Bree with the thick, warm blanket.

I stoked the fire, making sure we didn't need another log and took Brett's hand. Softly, I pulled him up and silently led him to his bedroom.

As I closed and locked the door behind me, he said, "We shouldn't do this while she's still up."

I smiled and without saying a word dropped to my knees before him. It would be the first blow job I gave him and I would make it his best ever.

Looking into his eyes, I pulled down his pants and boxer shorts. He wasn't hard but didn't take long for me to rectify that.

I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his magnificent head. I craved his taste, his delicious precum. I longed to give him pleasure, this man that sacrificed his needs for his sister's. He deserved my best and I would give him no less, every time.

As he hardened into my warm, wet mouth, I began to suck him, demanding his salty cum with my hungry suction. I aggressively attacked my target of lust with reckless abandon. I wasn't going to take my time teasing him, I had only one goal, to give him release.

In only a few minutes, he touched my head and tilted my eyes up again, "I'm close," he whispered.

I answered, not with words, but by taking him as deeply into my throat as I could. I would never be able to take all of his long thick shaft, but he did tickle my tonsils and I resisted the strong urge to cough.

Shortly thereafter, he released his hot blast into my throat and I pulled back enough to catch the last precious spurts onto my tongue, savoring my reward.

As he softened he shivered and I released his overly-sensitive head from my lips. "Baby, that was amazing," he said stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I stood and sighed into his embrace.

"I love you, Brett. C'mon, let's finish cleaning up and get to bed."

"Wait! You don't want me to return the favor?"

"No, baby. That was just for you being you."

I walked over and opened the door. I didn't hear anything but when we walked into the family room we saw that Bree wasn't where we left her.

"Do we need to have a no closed-door rule for you two?" Bree said from the kitchen, startling both me and Brett.

She came out in her pajamas with a bowl of ice cream, so I knew that she had gone to her room and changed. I made a mental note that she is as silent as a ninja when she moves through the house. I was listening for any noises while I was busy with Brett and I heard nothing. We would have to be more careful.

Before I could defend us, Brett spoke up, "Bree, honey, we are adults and we can..."

"Hold it, big brother," she said cutting him off. "You don't have to explain anything to me. I was just teasing you. I think it's cute that you snuck off when I fell asleep."

Brett was red from embarrassment. I found it funny.

She continued, "Look, you also don't have to pretend to have separate rooms. If you guys want to sleep in the same bed, I'm a big girl and can handle it."

She put the empty dish in the sink and hugged Brett. "I love you, big brother. I'm glad you've found someone and are happy. Don't worry about sneaking around. You don't have to try to set a good example for me. You're already the best example a kid could want."

She kissed us both on the cheek and bounced off to bed.

"Well, I guess she told me, huh?" Brett asked.

I laughed and said, "Honey, us girls are always in charge. We just let you men think you are."

We laughed together and then moved his bags into my bedroom.

We spent every weekend after that at my cabin until Christmas. We were virtually inseparable, with me spending almost every night during the week with them.

**********

Christmas fell on a Friday that year and I had the entire week off. I usually spent Christmas with Jill as my parents and grandparents were long since departed and my sister spends the holidays with her husband's family.

Jill invited me to bring Brett and Bree along, but I'd decided to have my own Christmas celebration. Surprisingly, my sister Jo accepted and would come.

I spent the week before shopping and getting my house ready. I never decorated since it was just me there, so I had to buy a tree, but I found ornaments and decorations for the house in the attic from when my parents used to decorate.

Brett was a doll and put up the lights outside, and Bree helped me decorate inside. It took a couple of days, but the house turned out great. It felt so good to want to celebrate Christmas again, I was looking forward to the party.

Bree spent the night with me on the 23rd and we baked dozens of assorted cookies. We used her mom's recipes and I was amazed that they were all from scratch and delicious. That was fine by Bree, she was happily reliving her old memories of helping her mom bake.

Brett came over on the morning of Christmas Eve and handled the snow for me. Six inches had fallen overnight and he was glad that I had a snowblower.

"I can't believe the amount of snow that fell," he said.

"I checked the weather and the cabin got over a foot so be thankful we didn't go up there," I said.

"No kidding," he said pulling me into a hug. "I'm cold though and I need you to warm me up."

I kissed him and pulled him into the kitchen, where I made him a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows.

I finished my coffee and sighed a contented breath, feeling a state of bliss that I hadn't felt in years. I always missed my parents at Christmas the most. My mom loved Christmas and made it special for everyone. I'd hoped to carry on the same way.

When my sister arrived, I made all of the introductions and then took her around to see the house. She couldn't believe that I still had mom's decorations and the house was virtually the same as it was every year before our parents died. She cried a bit, looking around the house and remembering where and when we got certain ornaments. I'd put up all of our hand made ornaments that we made in school and all of the special ones that were commemorative of each year. She noticed that I had ornaments for each year after mom and dad passed and that they were angel ornaments. Those were hard to find.

I had even put up mom's artificial tree in the master bedroom as mom used to do. It wasn't as large but it had special ornaments from Christopher Radko that she had collected for years. She hugged me when I showed her that tree.

"Chels, thank you for doing this. I've missed Christmas in this house. Nothing has felt the same," Jo said.

"I know. I can't tell you how many tears I cried while decorating with Bree, explaining the origins of the more sentimental decorations. I want you to take whatever you want when you leave. You should have some of these too."

"No way!" She said. "If you're going to use them, then I want them to stay right here where mom wanted them."

I hugged her and then walked her down to the kitchen.

Jeff and Brett were talking about some football thing and Bree was stirring a sauce. That surprised me because I hadn't even thought about making a pan sauce. I had made a horseradish cream sauce earlier for the roast.

"Whatcha doing Bree?" I asked.

"I'm making mom's pan sauce. The timer went off so I took the roast out and it's resting over there." She pointed to my cutting board where the rib roast was tented in foil.

"Mom always made a pan sauce with the bits on the bottom and some wine. She called it something when you put the wine in, but I can't remember what it was," she said.

"Deglazing," Jo said.

"Yeah! That's it!"

I laughed and said, "I'm gonna have to flip through those recipes some more. That smells good."

"Yeah, it's super easy and tastes great. You just got to stir up all of the bits for flavor."

My mom always had ham for Christmas and Brett's always had a rib roast. I'd decided to combine the traditions and serve both. Everyone loved it.

********

After dinner, we sat and chatted catching up on what's going on in our lives. Jo kissed Jeff on the cheek and said, "Chels, listen. I've got some news for you."