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Revenge, Pt 9: Christmas Presents

Date: 11/15/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: superkev123, Rating: 73.7, Source: sexstories.com

granted. Instead of breaking out the kid stuff, Mom went right on around the table, filling our glasses too. We toasted, and I sipped the first alcohol I'd had since I was 15. It was delicious. My taste buds had remembered how to enjoy the flavour, and I smiled as I absorbed the deep and satisfying sensation. I glanced up to see everyone staring at my reaction, confused that I didn't grimace like the girls had. I smiled wider, remembering how similar their reactions were the first time we'd been allowed to taste it. I knew they'd been drinking alcohol since then, but when Rose and I had talked about it she seemed to be more concerned with slightly alcoholic fruit drinks, or occasionally spirits mixed with energy drinks than wine. I sipped my wine and enjoyed my meal, trying hard to avoid any lingering eye contact with Jessica. This was difficult, as she was wearing more make up than usual and looked, frankly, fucking incredible. After dinner we put out dessert, which was warm apple pie and ice cream. After this, we just sat and talked around the table. Honestly I wasn't paying much attention to the conversations around me. As usual I was lost in my thoughts, just nodding or smiling at the appropriate times. This worked to my disadvantage when Rose suddenly turned to me and said, "Right Steven?" I raised my eyebrows and cocked my head, making it obvious I hadn't been listening. "McClaren's Tools is the best place to get power tools, right?" she said. "Yeah..." I agreed, ... "That's where I'd get it." Not that I knew what 'it' was. "What about Fix-It's?" Bob asked, referring to the big chain store nearby. "Good for supplies, but not tools." I answered, ".They hardly ever do deals. They usually have the price even higher than normal because they haven't got much competition. I used to work there." I'd spent last summer working the cashier and moving stock around. "I thought you worked at McClaren's." Rose said. "Yeah, I worked there too." I replied, "That's how I know old Mr. McClaren is related to one of his suppliers. It's name brand stuff, but he gets a good deal on them, and charges less because of it." That had been the summer before. A much easier job working in the small, local shop, but also a lot more boring. "Wow, you really know your stuff." Bob said approvingly. "That's what I'm always telling you!" Dad suddenly interjected. "Both of my kids have got experience with work, and it'll serve them well in future!" "Oh, here we go..." I said, while Rose rolled her eyes. "You see," he began "When Susan and I got out of college, we didn't know the first thing about looking after ourselves..." Rose suddenly stepped in, mimicking his voice, "We didn't know how to clean, how to cook..." I joined in for the last line, "Couldn't even boil an egg!" we said, laughing. "Alright, alright." Mom said, "We know you know this story, but it's important." We had heard this a lot. As I've said before, our parents always taught us that being independent and ...