The weather was nice, temperatures in the fifties, though we knew it would get colder when the sun went down. The cabin came with plenty of firewood so all we needed was to collect some small kindling to get the fire going.
Mom baked a pan of lasagna for dinner. Afterward we went to the living room continuing to drink the red wine we started at dinner.
“Eric, Nicole,” Mom started out to tell us something. “Last year on Valentine’s Day we had some very depressing conversation if you remember.”
Nicole and I nodded yes. How could we not remember? We were still trying to come to terms with Dad’s suicide and how it affected each of us.
“I’ve thought about a lot of things afterwards,” Mom went on. “The one thing that bothered me the most was that the two of you are not having healthy relationships. You both seem to be avoiding them. And mostly you are avoiding healthy sexual relationships.”
Nicole and I looked at each other. I knew Mom was right. Nicole hadn’t dated since she broke up with her boyfriend four years ago on the night she planned to lose her virginity.
“You’re afraid to get close with a woman,” Mom said to me directly. “Afraid you will be like your father and not be able to please her.” I was embarrassed she was so spot on. “And you, Nicole. You were all worked up, ready to lose your virginity when your life was shattered. You need to recover,” she admonished my sister.
“We are going to overcome our fears, our inhibitions, perceived inadequacies. We are going to be open and loving with each other as we do so as a family,” Mom told us. “And we are going to have fun.”
Mom threw some large pillows and cushions on the floor in front of the fireplace. She directed us to sit in a circle. Then she took a deck of cards and began to shuffle them.
“Strip poker, Texas hold-em,” Mom said gleefully. “I think we all have beautiful bodies and we shouldn’t be afraid to show them off and be comfortable in our own skin. So, the loser with the lowest hand has to shed an article of clothing.”
We had played poker as a family for entertainment. I learned from my father who was very good and even successful at the Casino on the Reservation. Nicole was pretty easy to beat but Mom was the worst.
“Don’t be nervous,” Mom said as she dealt the first hand. “I’ve seen you staring at your sister’s tits,” she chided me. True to form, Mom lost the first round and instead of taking off her shoes to start she pulled her sweater off over her head revealing her mature large natural breasts held up by a white lace bra.
After a half hour or so of playing poker both Mom and Nicole were down to their underwear, bra and panties, while I still donned my pants, boxers and t-shirt. Mom was the first to lose her bra. She teasingly cupped her tits and brought each nipple to her mouth and licked them.
“You better not play so good,” Mom teased me as I stared at her luscious breasts. “Your erection is going to get painful confined in those pants,” she chuckled. She was right though, it was getting painful.
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