Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The digital clock above the fire place continued to flicker the time as the evening dragged on and on and more and more of the family retreated towards one bedroom or another for sleep.. Eventually Wyatt and Cedric were the last two remaining, the two brothers both occupying a recliner as the muted television remained on in the corner, "..I have to admit, I didn't expect everyone to stay up quite that late." Wyatt stated, his eyes flickering from the television over to his younger brother across the room, "..I honestly can't remember the last time I saw one in the morning.. Really thought I was too old for shit like this." The man stated, a little laugh leaving him as a hand rose up to toy through his trimmed beard. The 64 year old nursed a half empty glass in his other hand, the champagne having warmed to a point of being almost unenjoyable thanks to the extended gap between each sip.. While he'd been quick to put back his first few drinks, the older man was hardly capable of keeping up with todays youths.
Wyatt's blue eyes flickered towards Wyatt as he shifted forward, reaching a hand down to straighten out the simple blue t-shirt he'd swapped into shortly before midnight. While the man was hardly what one would describe as 'fit' he was far from overweight. To this day he still worked to take care of himself, but had certainly lost a few steps over the last decade. The white in his beard was matched by the top of his head, the hair thinning but still enough for the man to cling to.. Baldness having thus far evaded him. He sat the glass down on the table beside him before moving to stretch his legs and utter another little sigh, "..How about that niece of ours, though..?" Wyatt questioned, glancing over at Cedric with the slightest of grins on his face.
Cedric let out a whistle as he sank further into his seat, giving his head a little shake before lifting his drink for another sip, "Those are some very, very good genes.. And she has no right to be wearing something like that in front of family." He added, Wyatt meeting Cedric's remark with a little laugh, "You're not wrong there." Wyatt added, "I have to admit that our little brother definitely picked a good one for a wife.. Fortunately for the girl she drew from her mother's genes and not our side." The two both laughed at that, taking the opportunity to sip their drinks before falling into a momentary silence. Cedric was the first to break it a handful of seconds later, "God the things I'd do to that girl." Cedric stated, giving his head another little shake. The 'girl' in question was their eighteen year old niece.. The curvy little treat had taken it upon herself to wear one hell of a tantalizing outfit all evening long.. Leaving the two older men to salivate over her as she wandered about the party.
Now, with the rest of the family asleep and the two semi-intoxicated men left to chat in seeming privacy, both were more than happy to admit the perverse thoughts that had bounced around their heads throughout the evening. The two men had seen the young girl grow up over the years.. But had never imagined she'd blossom into such a tempting little treat. Cedric let out a little sigh as he straightened up in his seat and moved to rise from the recliner, "I'm going to grab another drink. Want one?" He was met with a nod from Wyatt and turned in the direction of the kitchen. Cedric was a full decade younger than his oldest brother but resembled him in a number of ways. Wyatt was a mere half inch shorter than Cedric and while both men maintained short hair cuts, Wyatt insisted on keeping some semblance of a beard whereas Cedric maintained a cleanly shaven face. While their height may not have been close, the completely white and gray mess of hair on Wyatt's head and face certainly made him seem substantially older than Cedric who still sported very few smatterings of white or gray in own hair.
Cedric ventured off to the kitchen to replace their previous cups of champagne with something more suitable to their current conversation; ice cold beer.. What Cedric didn't realize was that their conversation and idle chatter would soon give way to something far more devious.. While the two had enjoyed a bit of one-on-one conversation, Cedric would find Wyatt no longer alone when he eventually returned from the kitchen.. And the companion in question would be none other than the pretty little treat the two had been salivating over all evening.
Wyatt's blue eyes flickered towards Wyatt as he shifted forward, reaching a hand down to straighten out the simple blue t-shirt he'd swapped into shortly before midnight. While the man was hardly what one would describe as 'fit' he was far from overweight. To this day he still worked to take care of himself, but had certainly lost a few steps over the last decade. The white in his beard was matched by the top of his head, the hair thinning but still enough for the man to cling to.. Baldness having thus far evaded him. He sat the glass down on the table beside him before moving to stretch his legs and utter another little sigh, "..How about that niece of ours, though..?" Wyatt questioned, glancing over at Cedric with the slightest of grins on his face.
Cedric let out a whistle as he sank further into his seat, giving his head a little shake before lifting his drink for another sip, "Those are some very, very good genes.. And she has no right to be wearing something like that in front of family." He added, Wyatt meeting Cedric's remark with a little laugh, "You're not wrong there." Wyatt added, "I have to admit that our little brother definitely picked a good one for a wife.. Fortunately for the girl she drew from her mother's genes and not our side." The two both laughed at that, taking the opportunity to sip their drinks before falling into a momentary silence. Cedric was the first to break it a handful of seconds later, "God the things I'd do to that girl." Cedric stated, giving his head another little shake. The 'girl' in question was their eighteen year old niece.. The curvy little treat had taken it upon herself to wear one hell of a tantalizing outfit all evening long.. Leaving the two older men to salivate over her as she wandered about the party.
Now, with the rest of the family asleep and the two semi-intoxicated men left to chat in seeming privacy, both were more than happy to admit the perverse thoughts that had bounced around their heads throughout the evening. The two men had seen the young girl grow up over the years.. But had never imagined she'd blossom into such a tempting little treat. Cedric let out a little sigh as he straightened up in his seat and moved to rise from the recliner, "I'm going to grab another drink. Want one?" He was met with a nod from Wyatt and turned in the direction of the kitchen. Cedric was a full decade younger than his oldest brother but resembled him in a number of ways. Wyatt was a mere half inch shorter than Cedric and while both men maintained short hair cuts, Wyatt insisted on keeping some semblance of a beard whereas Cedric maintained a cleanly shaven face. While their height may not have been close, the completely white and gray mess of hair on Wyatt's head and face certainly made him seem substantially older than Cedric who still sported very few smatterings of white or gray in own hair.
Cedric ventured off to the kitchen to replace their previous cups of champagne with something more suitable to their current conversation; ice cold beer.. What Cedric didn't realize was that their conversation and idle chatter would soon give way to something far more devious.. While the two had enjoyed a bit of one-on-one conversation, Cedric would find Wyatt no longer alone when he eventually returned from the kitchen.. And the companion in question would be none other than the pretty little treat the two had been salivating over all evening.
