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“You’re really pissed off Katrina, aren’t you?”

My brother questioned me casually as he took another bite out of his ham and cheese sandwich.  “But, you just don’t know how to scratch that itch.”

His lazy grin was going to make me explode if I didn’t watch myself.  The hell I didn’t know how to express my anger.  I was just willing to bet that he didn’t want to see me express it in the way I would like.   So…. I held my tongue.  Something that is undeniably difficult for me.  To say the least.

I sat at the kitchen table, watching Samuel linger over his lunch, a feat most Europeans seemed to have mastered.  And the years Samuel spent studying in Italy obviously taught him to adopt this practice as his own.  But not me, I am very proud of being an impatient American.   I get food, I eat and I go on with my life.  The nomenclature about taking your time and savoring your meal was lost on me.

“My god Samuel, would you please just eat your sandwich and be done with it?  We still have a lot of work ahead of us and I feel like it won’t get done if we keep lolly-gagging around.”

“Take it easy, woman.  We’ve got plenty of time. No one is arriving for hours.”

Samuel swept up the remnants of his lunch and threw them in the garbage, giving me hope that we could soon return to our task.  He intentionally tested my patience when he paused by the fireplace, grabbed a poker and stirred the coals.

“Can’t have the fire going out on us, now can we?” he smirked.

I could feel my face turn to stone.  I was fuming in my boots. The screams inside my head were clawing to get out… You …arrogant …little … bastard!  What the hell are you doing? Lucky for my little brother, I was a lady and I would never say those things to his face. Well, not today, anyway.

“Now, now, Kat… take it easy… don’t get your panties in a bunch.  I’m ready.”

“Don’t call me Kat… You know I don’t like that.”

“What are you talking about?  I’ve been calling you that all our lives.”

“Well, we’re not eight years old anymore, are we?”

“No, Kat… we’re not.  We are grown adults setting up for our parents’ anniversary party.  Now, c’mon and hurry up… we’re running out of time.”  He stopped laughing when my right jab caught him in the arm.

Once outside, my anger totally dissipated. The backyard garden looked like a winter wonderland.  The crystal party decorations hanging from the trees sparkled like diamonds in the brilliant February sun.  Evergreens gracefully embraced their burden of the night’s fresh snowfall, throwing a calm serenity around like it was a Disney movie.

Samuel grabbed a box of lights.  “Show me where you want these hung, Sis.”

“From there to there and then there to there,” I said pointing.  “And swag them, you know?  Like a billowy curtain.”

“Ooooooh… like a billowy curtain…” he mocked.

I swung and missed.

“Too slow, KAT! HaHa!” He turned and promptly fell over the folded chairs lying on the ground.  Justice had been served.

The guests started arriving at twilight, that gloriously romantic time of day that painters are always trying to capture. The ‘sweet light’, they call it.  A fact certainly not lost on my Mom.  She’d always had the knack to plan everything right down to the most discriminatory detail.  And guaranteed, she’d wanted their anniversary party to scream romantic… in a soft, subtle way, of course.  But I had to admit she’d outdone herself.  Everything looked perfect.

As if on cue, Mom glanced up and waved from across the snowy garden.  Her radiant smile was in pure harmony with the beauty of her white fur-trimmed Vera Wang wool ball gown.  Dad stood beside her in his contrasting black Versace tuxedo.  What a handsome pair, Katrina thought. And to be so lucky in love after 30 years!

Frowning at the lack of her own love life, Katrina looked around for a waiter carrying a tray of champagne.  Spying one through the myriad of ice sculptures, she picked up the hem of her gown and headed in his direction.

Samuel nearly collided with her as he surreptitiously stepped from the shadows of the trees surrounding the garden.   He was suspiciously tucking his shirt into his pants and chuckling softly.  Following closely behind was Linny, wiping her mouth and giggling uncontrollably.  They both pulled up short when they saw Katrina.

“Oh, hey, Sis.” Samuel blushed profusely.

Katrina cocked an eyebrow, “Samuel.”

“Ummmm, you know Linny, right?”

“Yes, we’ve met. How are you, Linny?”

Looking completely flummoxed in her sudden shade of scarlet and unable to stop herself from giggling, Linny ducked her head and stumbled back to the party.

“That was interesting, Samuel.  Having fun in the woods?”

A consummate look of complete satisfaction crossed Samuel’s face.  “Ya, Kat. More than you could possibly imagine.”

Katrina agreed with her little brother, shook her head with a smile and continued on her way to find that waiter.

When Samuel and Linny emerged from the woods, he was hoping he could groom himself a little before rejoining the party.  Oh, well.  If he had to run into someone, he was glad it was Katrina.  She never exercised her right as big sister to question his actions.  And thank goodness for that!  What would he have told her?  It was obvious he was fixing his pants when she saw him.

Samuel paused for a moment to recall the pleasure Linny had just given him.  Man, she was good.  She just pulled him into the woods and took charge.  Not that Samuel would have resisted or anything.  But her being in total command really turned him on.

Linny pushed Samuel backward towards the ice-covered tree trunk.  He could barely contain his excitement as she shoved hard on his chest.  Her mouth was wet and hot on his and their tongues entwined like lovers.  The impact of his back colliding with the tree jolted them both, enhancing the dangerous excitement of the moment.  If anyone caught them, it would be an unbearable embarrassment for his parents.

Linny was on her knees in a moment, not caring in the least about the snow on her dress.  She wanted him in her mouth.  Now.

His zipper snagged in the cold, forcing her to jerk it up and down to get it open.  Samuel moaned at the movement and shoved his hands into Linny’s soft curls.

The zipper finally gave way and Samuel’s sex sprung from his boxers hard and ready.  Linny threw Samuel a look of admiring approval.

She took him hungrily into her mouth, moving all the way down to the base.  Samuel’s head dropped back onto the tree and he slumped down in his stance, taking every effort to stay on his feet.

Linny’s lips slowly retreated to the tip of his staff, nearly taking him out of her mouth and eliciting a pleading groan from Samuel.  She cupped his hardness in both of her hands and started to stroke.  Her lips followed the movement and she fell into a steady rhythm of up and down.

Samuel’s clasp on Linny’s hair tightened and he moved his hips into her.  He was on the verge and wanted to get deep inside, but her hands cupped to the base of his penis were keeping him from penetrating her throat any further.

Suddenly Linny paused.  She released her grasp and placed her hands firmly on Samuel’s gyrating hips to still them.  Samuel’s head jerked away from the tree and he cast a beseeching look down at her.  Linny looked up and gave him the sweetest of smiles.

“Bitch…” Samuel panted.

Keeping her eyes locked on his, Linny returned her lips to Samuel’s pulsing sex.  She purred deep in her throat and resumed her rhythm.

Samuel couldn’t delay any longer.  The heat in his groin was burning him from the inside out.  He felt the surge flowing up through his body and exploding inside his head.  Throwing his head back into the tree, he cried out in release.

Katrina nudged his shoulder.

“Here,” she said, handing him a flute of champagne.  “Linny is looking for you.  And wipe that grin off your face and join the party.  It’s HAPPY HOUR.”

Head Banger

1 ounce 151-proof Rum

1 ounce Sambuca

dash of Grenadine

Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker.  Shake vigorously.  Strain into a shot glass.

Enjoy!