An Incest Birthday Ch. 29

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"Ok cool it with the sex talk, Denise is coming back. So we're all ok on everything?" I asked.

Steph and Chris both nodded. "Yeah we're good, as long as nothing changes," Steph said.

"Ok here's everybody's drinks, the food is coming up now, I'll be right back," Denise said.

"I'm telling you, that chicken parmesan is so good you're gonna wanna get another one, I'm definitely eating off your plate," Rita said to Chris.

"I learned a long time ago to never stop a woman from eating off your plate, nothing but bad things happen. Since it's pretty much a guarantee I'll be sharing my food you should switch seats with Stephanie so we won't be reaching all over the table and stuff," Chris replied.

"We should be fine, it's not like we have germs or anything, plus I think everyone is gonna be trying everyone else's food, I definitely wanna try that salmon," I

said.

"After yesterday I'm surprised you even wanna go near fish," Rita laughed.

"What happened yesterday? A fish swam down his pants or something?" Stephanie asked.

"Ok, we went to this boat ride thing yesterday and..."

"We don't really need to tell that story I'm already embarrassed enough as it is," I said.

"Come on it's not that bad. Ok so we went on this boat ride thing yesterday and when it was over the captain said we could take pictures on the boat with the wheel since it was docked and everything, so we got back on and Randy was taking my picture..."

"LOOK! THE FOOD'S HERE! Aww too bad we can't finish the story now!"

Denise walked up holding a big tray with everyone's food on it. "Ok the salmon for Stephanie, steak and baked potato for Randy, chicken parmesan for Chris, and spaghetti and meatballs for Rita, all made fresh for my new favorite table, enjoy."

"Can you sit down with us or will you get in trouble?" Stephanie asked.

"As long as we're not really busy, but I'll still have to get up and check on the other customers ever so often since it's just me, I'll make a small salad and come back."

"Ok let's switch off a little piece of food from everybody so we can all try everything," I said.

We all traded food and waited for Denise to finish making her salad, so we decided to mess with her and make her uncomfortable by staring at her until she came and sat down with us. She kept looking and smiling back and shyly turned back to her salad each time she saw us until she finally made her way back to the table.

"You all were giving me those creepy stalker looks, lucky my dad wasn't out here to see it."

"Would he have kicked us out or came at us with a gun or something," Chris asked.

"He's done both actually, at the same time, more than once, my dad doesn't play."

"Well in a way that's kind of a good thing and a bad thing, he's protective, but he's also crazy father protective, depends on how you look at it. Ok enough talking, I'm hungry."

Rita and I waited for Stephanie and Chris to eat their food first so we could gauge a reaction from their face, and it was basically the same as ours when we first tried the food. They looked at in awe, complimented it and went back to stuffing their face.

"Told you the food here was amazing, we did the same thing yesterday," Rita said.

"Amazing isn't the word, this is really really good! How does nobody know about this place? This is better than almost every restaurant I've ever been to!" Stephanie said.

"And we've been to a lot of restaurants so that's a pretty big statement," Chris followed. "Do you really have fifteen grandmas back there cooking the food?" Chris asked Denise.

"Fifteen grandmas? I don't even have fifteen family members here. Who told you that?"

"I said it as a joke when I was telling them about the food," Rita said.

"Grandmas no, but it is mostly family that makes the food, except the desserts. My dad hired pastry chefs or something to make all the desserts so we could concentrate just on the food."

"With a little publicity, this place will be packed all day every day, then your dad will have no choice but to hire more people to help you," I said.

"Everything is so good, and they're all big portions too! Don't you lose money by making so much food and you're not getting equal business?" Stephanie asked.

"Yeah, but my dad says you have to spend money to make money. We're doing our part on the spending money but the making money has always been a problem."

"Not anymore. With all the people we're gonna tell you'll have more money than you'll know what to do with, you'll be moving to a bigger location in no time."

"I hope so, you guys are getting me really excited, I just don't wanna be disappointed or anything, no disrespect or anything to you guys, but you know what I mean."

"Yeah we do, we wouldn't say it if we couldn't do it. Just between all of our parents it's a big spike in business, they know people who know people," Rita said.

"Ok I'm ordering another chicken parmesan, and this time in not sharing," Chris said.

"Let's make it two more, since you and Randy are paying the bill..." Rita said.

"Let's make it three more, I want some to take home," Stephanie followed.

"So three more chicken parmesans? After yesterday and the way you were talking about it today I had a feeling you'd want more, two more are already made in the back, I'll tell them to make a third one and I won't charge you for that one, I'll be right back."

"Only been here twice and she already knows how we eat, that's dedication," I said. "This steak though, I'm kinda mad I shared it now, they make everything so perfect!"

"You think it would look good if we gave a compliment to her father?" Stephanie asked.

"I'm scared to even talk to him the way she described him, he might come out with a machete or something expecting a complaint about the food," Chris said.

"I'll never understand how there are only eight people in here not including us, it's the middle of the day when people are usually at their hungriest," Rita said.

"Speaking of the middle of the day what time is it? What time are we going to the movies? Hell do we even know what we're we even going to see?" I asked.

"I called earlier, basically all the scary movies start around seven and nine, and everything else is at six and eight and ten. I figured we could let the girls pick the movie since there's no romantic crap playing, and if they can't decide, go with the scary movie," Chris said.

"All that and you never said the time. So basically we got about an hour to get to the drive-in and buy whatever candy we're getting so we can get there in time for the previews."

"Previews? Come on man who watches previews?"

"Uhh, everybody who ever goes to the movies, they're the only ones worth watching."

"I'm ok with a scary movie, what about you Rita?" Stephanie asked.

"Yeah me too, it'll give me a chance to accidentally punch somebody and blame the movie."

"I'm gonna tell you right now, you punch me, I'm enacting self-defense," Chris said.

"You can't hit a girl Chris! Men aren't supposed to put their hands on women!" Stephanie said.

"Tell that to that bus driver from Cleveland. That's what's messing up society now, everyone's making it ok for women to hit men but men can't hit back, I'm not saying I'm gonna hit a woman, but she shouldn't just automatically assume she can hit me and nothing's gonna happen. He hit her with that Mortal Kombat uppercut so hard MY head flew back!"

"So if I hit you you're gonna hit me back?" Rita asked.

"I'm not saying that no, I've never hit a woman, except Steph when we're messing around, what I'm saying is don't think it's ok to blast me and nothing will happen."

"So you're saying you will hit me back if I hit you!"

"Why are you even hitting me in the first place? Is the hit even justified or just because?"

"How did we go from talking about what movie we're gonna watch to Chris hitting Rita? It's not like she's talking about full on slapping him across the face, and he's not talking about knocking her head off. She meant like a playful jab or something, and he meant throwing his hands up and keeping everything at arms distance or something. Nobody hit anybody, that solves the whole problem, that way I won't have to step in and whoop somebody's ass," I said.

"You can whoop my ass later, if Rita doesn't beat you to it," Stephanie grinned.

"Why wait till later? I bet girl on girl action will really give this place some business," Rita said.

"Let's pay the bill and get out of here before we get banned," Chris said.

"Denise didn't come back yet, we don't know how much the bill is, plus we can't leave without saying goodbye, she's like our hook-up on the inside now," I said.

"She's coming out of the back now, she has three trays, so somebody's not getting another parmesan, since I'm paying for one, I'm definitely getting one," Chris said.

"I'm getting one, you two can fight amongst yourselves for the last one," I said.

"Rita can have it, I'll just make another giant ass salad and I'll be good. I should go do that now before you try to rush me out of here," Stephanie said.

Denise came to the table and sat the trays down, huffing like she'd been running the entire time she was done, and she could barely hold her arms up.

"What happened? You look like you just worked a double shift in fifteen minutes!" Rita said.

"The stock truck just came in, I had to help unload everything off. I hate when my dad orders big chunks at a time like that, it's always just me and him emptying the truck."

"Just you two? If we're ever here when the truck comes just let us know, we'll help if it's ok with your father. We're all used to manual labor," I said.

"You would? That'll really help me, thanks. I'm too young to try and be a bodybuilder right now. I have you guys three parmesans with two big scoops of mashed potatoes."

"Perfect timing, we're just getting ready to leave. What she we do, twenty dollars a person? That should be at least a forty dollar tip plus what's left over after the bill is paid," I said.

"You don't have to tip that much... half of that should be enough."

"It's ok, we want to, hell we have to after all the free food we keep getting," Rita said.

"It's much appreciated, that pays for at least one credit thing in college I think."

"Depends on where you go, most colleges are at least $100 a credit," Chris said.

"Those are the cheaper colleges ones like UCLA and USC are more than that," Rita said.

"Well I got five years to wait as many tables as I can. When are you guys coming back?"

"We'll likely be in every two or three days, at least three times a week. There's no need to go to Applebee's or anything since you have the same stuff a whole lot better and cheaper," I said.

She wrote on a piece of paper and gave it to Rita. "Here's the store number, if you call ahead of time we can have your food already made when you get here, save some time."

"I'll never understand how you don't get a lot of business," Stephanie said as she came back to the table with her salad. "Not many places do call ahead dining.

Can I get a tray for this?"

"Yeah I'll go ring you out and bring one back, give me a second I'll be right back."

"Geez Stephanie you thing you can fit any more stuff on that?" Chris teased.

"Hey, FREE SALAD BAR! It'd be wrong not to take advantage of it," Stephanie replied.

"I paid your part of the tip, I gave her twenty dollars for you, can I get reimbursed?"

"You CAN get reimbursed, but I doubt you are GOING TO, thanks for paying for dinner, just for that I'll knock a couple weeks off your probation."

"Weeks? Damn how long were you gonna hold out for?" Rita asked.

"A month, that's usually what it is. It almost never goes that long though."

"I can't just decide to hold off sex like that, not for a argument or something like that."

"Not even if Randy calls you fat in front of a bunch of people?"

"Why would he do that? But nope, not even then, we'd just have some pissed off sex."

"Trust me, I know from experience, pissed off sex is some of the best sex there is," I said.

"And how would you know that Randy? What did you do to piss Rita off?" Chris asked.

"Ok you guys are all set. Are you sure you want me to keep the whole thing?" Denise asked.

"We're sure. Thanks for the free food, and tell your dad your new regulars said hi," Rita said.

"I will, and thanks again, see you guys next time," Denise said as we got up and left out.

"So as I was saying before Randy, what did you do to Rita to make her have hot, toe curling, hair raising, lip biting, full on body sweating pissed off sex with her?" Chris asked.

"I didn't do anything, I was just the recipient. Stephanie was the one that did it."

"Stephanie? How did she piss off Rita to make her fuck you?"

"She made her jealous," I said as we got in the car and drove off. "When we were at the cabin your parents had she gave me some 'friendly attention' that didn't sit too well with Rita at the time, this was before they started to like each other and everything."

"How was I supposed to know? I didn't know you and Rita were a thing, how could I have known. I knew you were twins and twins are close and all that but I saw a cute guy and I was friendly. Wait, were you planning on hitting me or something Rita?" Stephanie asked.

"No I wasn't gonna hit you or anything, that would've ruined the whole trip for everyone. I was gonna 'accidentally' push you in the pool or 'accidentally' untie your bikini in front of everyone though, you were really getting under my skin at first," Rita said.

"Wow. I wonder what would've happened if I made a move on him like I was gonna."

"Who knows, all I do know is up to that point I'd never seen Rita as aggressive as she was that day, she actually fucked the shit out of me that day, for an hour straight."

"Damn Randy, you're like Thor and shit, both Jane Foster and Lady Sif over here wanna fuck you, swinging that hammer at anything with a vagina," Chris said.

"First, what the fuck with that comparison, and second, if I'm Thor, then you're Loki, and he's just as popular as Thor, maybe more, even though he doesn't get the ladies in the movies."

"Loki's on the rise man, he'll get his own movie, just watch, and he may not get any women in the movies yet, but in the end, they'll always kneel," he said as he looked in the rear view.

That kinda intimidated me a little bit, knowing what that actually means and all, but not to the point where I was scared something was gonna happen to mess up all our relationships, it was more of a well-timed line. "I bet you felt real good saying that didn't you?"

"A little bit. I gotta get in where I fit in man, I'm just a squirrel looking for a nut."

"What the... where the hell is all this coming from? All of a sudden you're like the flash with comebacks. Must me the Stephanie knocking some weeks off your probation..."

"I'm not worried at all about that 'probation', she wants sex just as bad as I do, she just has to put up a front about it, like all women do, try to make it seem like it's just us who want sex."

"I don't do that, between me and Randy I'm the aggressor, whenever I want sex he knows about it, and that pretty damn often. We'd fuck right now if we could," Rita said.

"What's stopping you? Not us I hope, we seen you just as naked as you seen us, and there's plenty of space back there so if you wanna fuck go ahead, we won't watch," Steph grinned.

"Yeah right perv, you'd probably climb back here for a better look," Rita laughed.

"So what if I do? You gonna kick me out of my own car? I don't think so."

"Umm, our car, in fact if I recall right I put in the bigger half," Chris said.

"But I put more money into it, therefore we're even."

"Bullshit you put more money into it! taking it to the shop more times does not automatically mean more money, the three times I took it there were engine

problems, transmission problems, and the radiator messed up, you went for spark plugs and tires and stuff."

"Not just tires, I got headlights, upholstery cleaning, that dent you put in knocked out..."

"Ok kids, you're both special, now stop fighting, it's both your car until you get another one. How much farther till we get there? It's just now starting to get dark, it kind of takes away from going to the drive-in if we go while it's still daylight," I said.

"Like another fifteen twenty minutes, it should be dark by time we get there, if I need to I'll drive around for a while if it's still not dark enough," Chris said.

"What movies are out? I don't wanna see any paranormal activity crap," Stephanie said.

"Whatever's there, noone goes to a drive-thru to watch the movie anyway, well if you go with the right person I mean, I plan on not knowing how the movie ends," Rita said.

"Well we know what they're gonna be doing, but what about us? Do I get special parole or am I spending eighty dollars on popcorn for a movie that won't even be scary?" Chris asked.

"Depends on how bad the movie is. I might buy my own popcorn since you did cover me at the restaurant, but you will have to buy me Sour Patch and pretzels," Stephanie replied.

"You should eat the salad, I doubt it'll hold up until we get home."

"It will, it always gets cold at night, I'll just sit it on the trunk, don't try to get out of buying me candy, I wants my Sour Patch and pretzels Chris Wilson!"

"Don't be using my whole name like that, STEPHANIE WILSON! You crazy?"

"And that lasted all of two minutes before they started bickering again..." I said.

"You have your way of showing affection to each other, and we have our way. You like to kiss all the time, we like to start fights so we have great sex later, same thing," Stephanie said.

"Maybe we should try that, we're always looking to try new things," Rita said to me.

"Like you need any more reason to have sex, your sex drive last long enough to fuck everyone in this car for three hours back to back, and still masturbate right after," I replied.

"And the problem with that is? Most guys would kill for that!"

"Most guys would die FROM that! A sex induced heart attack from a nymphomaniac."

"Yeah, but that would be the best way to go, a girl fucking the life out of you, literally. The tombstone would say 'he said he was coming, we didn't think he'd be going too," Chris laughed.

"You have a sick sense of humor man, I wonder what else is going on in your head."

"You already know most of it, the rest you should probably leave alone."

"That's good enough for me. Hey there it is up there, with the big sign, Cherry Hill drive-in? When did they change the name? This is the right one right?"

"It has to be, the gps brought us here. They probably remodeled it or something."

"Remodel a parking lot? Well we're already here so I'm not gonna be picky, it's not like there's another one around here. I hope they didn't change too much."

"I don't even remember what it used to look like, mom and dad never let us get out of the car, and we stopped coming a while back when dad got the real estate job," Rita said.

"If it's more than ten dollars a person everyone pays for their self," Chris said.

We pulled up to the window and checked out the listings, there was only one scary movie playing, so we took it. Tickets were ten dollars exact so Chris and I paid for us and Rita and Stephanie agreed to get the popcorn and candy. The ticket guy gave us the car thing and pointed us to the area where our movie was playing and we drove off. They had in fact remodeled the whole drive-in, it was completely paved over and all the concession stands we passed on the way to our area looked brand new. The radio things next to our cars even looked upgraded. We parked and hooked the thing up to the car and went to the concession stand while Stephanie and Chris waited with the car, and then they went while we waited with the car. We'd gotten all settled in with the car, it was dark enough to enjoy the drive-in experience, and the previews had just started playing, good timing for once.

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