Path to Our Future part 4

We’re still about five days away from Christmas and while everyone wants to talk about Gwen I don’t. Nothing we can do, no new leads considering it’s been a few days during a holiday season so I focus on what’s important my family around me. More than that I’m woken up by an argument between two of my girls and it’s one that nobody wants to get in the middle of.

“Don’t tell me you think my Dad isn’t good enough for your Mom,” Matty barks at Imelda.

“I never said that I just don’t want my Mother feeling bad when he doesn’t come around to visit her like a man should,” Imelda spits back with venom.

“Are you saying MY Dad is some piece of shit one nighter,” Matty yells and now everyone who was doing something else is watching as I make my way to the living area.

“Hey your Dad is divorced, for all we know he did something to make your mom leave,” Imelda growls getting as much in Mathilda’s face as she can.

“At least my parents were married, what happened when your Dad left? Was there a note or did he just pack up his guitar and ride of like all the deadbeats,” Matty says and that’s where the fight would start.

As I said it would have started but with Mark Jr. and me there it looks more like a bad Jerry Springer episode. I scoop up Imelda and throw her over my shoulder as she spits curses at Matty while Mark has my Amazon by her waist and ass and follows me.

“Dad, doors,” I holler and my dad is quick to get them open.

We’re out on the back deck and it’s cold but what happens next is worse, it’s about a ten foot drop into a giant snow drift and that’s where we deposit my girls. I help and watch them both go ass first over the railing and marvel at the depth to which they sink before the scramble to the surface.

“You two cool off,” I yell getting everyone to pause as I take control,” Mrs. Ortega and Mr. Amdahl could you please get a blanket each and something hot to drink while I wait for my fiancés to calm down.”

I’m standing outside as they start to scramble to the stairs leading up to the deck and as Mark goes back inside I close the doors and both women look at me shaking
and cold but drastically calmed down. I’m cold too being in no shirt and flannel pajamas but I choose to be here.

“What the hell is this bullshit about,” I growl as both girls are desperate to get inside.

“Guy we’re cold,” Matty says shaking.

“So am I but that doesn’t answer my fucking question now does it,” I state loudly.

“I caught her Dad leaving my mother’s room,” Imelda stammers shaking.

“Oh my god was she raped,” I ask getting a head shake of no,” You mean two single consenting adults took a chance at some warm companionship that they probably needed for a couple years now and you decide a fight is the best way to cope with it?”

“Guy we’re sorry please let us go inside now we’re really cold,” Matty says as I grab a handful of snow and drop it down my own pants.

“Fuck the fucking cold! I’ll toss both of you over again if you bring it up,” I bark getting both of them to stare at me wide eyed,” Now we will go inside and you two will sit while your parents explain to you how this is NOT worth insults and a fist fight.”

Imelda and Mathilda dart inside as soon as I get the door open and I follow them in and immediately head to my room to change. Yes my balls are cold as fuck now but I needed to make a damn point. I get back into the living room and see the adults talking with their children. My presence goes unnoticed as I head over to where Loretta and Mom are still working on breakfast. My dad gives me a pat on the back in approval to my handling the situation but it’s my other three girls who are waiting in the wings to jump all over their sisters in marriage pending. Mark Jr. sits next to me and Dad and the three of us all have a chuckle at my stopping the fight. It takes about an hour and after breakfast before I get pulled aside by my girls into our room. Rachael, Kori and Katy are guarding the closed door while Matty and Imelda are standing nervously waiting for me.

“Guy we’re really sorry, I didn’t know how to handle Matty’s Dad leaving my Mom’s room and I… well I got mad okay,” Imelda tells me quietly.

“I am sorry to, I should have kept calm but she started talking shit about my Dad and I got mad too,” Matty says very sheepish.

“I don’t need the apology, you do. Both of you couldn’t help but cause a giant damn fight with each other and over what? Two parents who might actually have a chance to not be lonely for the rest of their lives. And so what if it doesn’t work out long term, at least they had something. I’ve seen the workaholic mother in action and I’ve stayed the night at your place and listened to your Dad get drunk and cry a little before passing out,” I state as both girls realize where I’m going.

I watch the two apologize and hug it out a little, when they break I give them both a hug and a kiss letting them know it’s all done and we move on from the fight. That day the girls decide I need ski lessons and we all head out to go skiing. Now understand the closest I have ever been to skiing before was taking a sled down an icy hill when I was a kid and nearly killing myself while laughing, I’m not laughing now as the very nice man decides to sit me with a bunch of kids in the very beginner class and we spend an hour learning how to stand and walk with the equipment. It’s a couple hours before I’m actually moving down a hill on stiff legs and trying not to bust my face, my girls on the other hand are moving faster than I am and having fun as I trudge along trying to keep up. I fall more than my fair share of times and I’m failing to see the fun when I take a turn for the worse and hit a hill out of my level of skill. My break neck speed decent down the hill is interrupted by my falling flat on my face and then turning into a ball of limbs and flying equipment before finally coming to a stop and realizing that I hurt a lot.

“You did good, you stayed up for about ten seconds longer than I thought you would,” my instructor says laughing.

My mood is not a good one as I stagger to my feet and have to retrieve one of my skis and reattach it to my boot. I am back up and the girls are having a laugh but not a mean one, it must have been funny to see me crashing down a hill apparently. I move back to the kids area and try to get my bearings again. I’m trading ski tips with an eleven year old girl named Stephanie as the hours wind on, before we decide to try something just one level up from our ability. We’re doing fine and finally I decide I’m done with skiing and remove my rental gear and head inside to return it. I finally get it turned in and say good bye to Stephanie as she rejoins her parents. I get about half way across the lobby when I hear the conversation from a couple guys by the fire.

“Did you see the babes in the party lodge they converted,” one black man asks his three friends.

“Oh yeah, they were out yesterday and again this morning the one with the dyed bangs is so fuckable,” A white guy in a sweater states taking a drink of something.

I listen in and just chuckle before joining them and take notes as they sit around talking about how they plan to seduce and woo each of my fiancés. One finally notices me and adds me to the conversation.

“Hey didn’t I see you barreling down the hill on your face,” the black guy asks with a chuckle.

“Yeah, first day skiing ever so I need to learn to either turn or use my face to steer,” I add and get a laugh from everyone.

“Dude you are gonna feel that shit tomorrow,” one of the guys tells me as they calm down from the laugh.

“Not really,” I state shaking my head,” I have help with that.”

They look a little puzzled but it’s when I take step away from the group and return with my girls that the whole group shuts up and starts to try to turn on the charm.

“Ladies, that turn down the hill hurt a little and the guys here told me that I’d be sore tomorrow, do you have anything that we can do to help that,” I ask my girls in front of the men.

“Absolutely, we have massage oil and between the five of us we’ll take care of you baby,” Kori says cuddling up to me.

“I’m actually feeling a little sore now, can we head back to the villa,” I ask getting nods from the girls.

“Dude not one of them cares that you fell flat and you’re not gonna let even one hang around so we can talk to her,” the ringleader, the white guy with the drink asks.

“Not really, I’ve been skiing before and I figured he’d have a difficult time since he’s got the way and means to please all five of us in one night,” Rachael says leaving all the males dumbfounded,” It must throw him off balance but you guys are such good skiers that you have no problems at all.”

We head out and I’m all smiles as we get back to the villa, I can feel my body already starting to stiffen and when I say something my girls go into action getting the room ready so they can give me a rub down. Kori relays what happened with my face plant to the parents who chuckle a little before I get led to our room and stripped down. I’m laying on towels face down as my girls enter the room and whatever oil they have on their hands goes from cold to warm as my whole body is rubbed down. I am worked over from head to toe and rolled over twice by five sets of hands and while I was starting to feel stiff before my muscles are the consistency of jello now. I can hear the girls mumbling among themselves and I while I could listen in it doesn’t matter as I hear them break off one by one and leave the room. I can hear one of them is left in the room with me and it sounds like there is more oil being used as I feels some of it hitting my back. I’m rolled over and find Imelda standing over me naked and covered in oil, I had muscles like jello a few seconds ago. My fire goddess brings her body down towards mine. I’m getting a full body massage, literally, and my hands are roaming and rubbing oil all over Imelda’s back and ass. Her black/brown hair is done in a tight bun but her lips are all over mine in a soft kiss.

“I really want a turn before Christmas eve,” Imelda informs me quietly.

“I’m sorry it’s been a while for us,” I state trying to apologize.

“No, we’ve all been busy and the girls had their things but now I want my turn,” she tells me moving in for another kiss.

We are kissing and laughing as what we do can only be described as rooting around all greased up. At some point with me finding out that Imelda’s breasts taste like mint and our attempts to confine our bodies to the toweled areas the playful mood in my Latina fire goddess changes to a very determined one. I roll her over and there is no hesitation as she parts for me, I press inside and while it’s not super tight and intense it’s hot and familiar as I dig in deep and start taking long slow thrusts in and out of Imelda. We’re rolling our bodies against each other and while we were having ‘trouble’ earlier now the oil is causing me to move a little faster than before, at least it feels faster. Imelda breaks our kiss and starts licking my shoulder before she starts giggling.