The next day I leave in the morning to go back home. I felt bad leaving Zamora who slept in my arms the whole night. I made her breakfast in her kitchen and kissed her about a million times before I had to leave. "I will be back for you at four, baby."

She put her arms around my neck and kisses me one last time. "Okay, I'll miss you."

Her robe opens slightly revealing her bare chest again, and I am fighting the urge not to stay and fuck her against this table. "I'll miss you more, once this holiday is over, I'm going to have you in that room so long the neighbors are going to call the cops for a noise complaint."

She slaps my shoulder and walks me to the door, fixing her robe. "Okay four o'clock, please drive safe." I nod and hug her for a second before I go out into the cold. Luckily no one is around to see me leave in the same clothes like the slut that I was last night.

Back at my house my sister is in her onesie pajamas and watching YouTube videos on my tv, eating my caption crunch. "Hey loser." She greets me. "You're out of cereal."

I grab a glass of water and lean against the counter of my kitchen and chug it. "I'll buy more." I shrug.

"How was Zamora?"

She was amazing, but that's not what she meant.

"Fine, just had a fight with her brother." I shrug. "I'm sure they will be fine."

"What time are we heading over?" I told her the time and she watches me as I take a seat on the couch, clearly spent from the night's activities. "By the way, mom called, says happy Thanksgiving and to give her a call."

"Got it. Listen I'm going to go shower and sleep for like an hour." I yawn and begin my walk up the stairs.

"Oh, you two didn't do much talking last night!" She laughed behind me.

"Shut up and respect your elder's little girl!"

"Bite me old man!"

I woke up around two in the afternoon, taking a long hot shower, getting out and shaving the stubble on my face. My music played as I got dressed and I found myself annoyed at my sister leaving a mess behind, reminding me what it was like to share a bathroom with the other two.

I picked out a dress shirt and jeans, tucking the shirt into my pants and slipping on some dress shoes. Zamora seemed to like my hair when I left it a little untamed, so I just added a bit of my hair product to keep it from frizzing. I did a splash of cologne and looked at myself in the mirror.

Not bad at all.

My phone rang and when I saw the name on the screen, I knew what this was about. "Hello?"

"J.D. I have to hear from Jessica that you have a girlfriend?!" My other sister yells over the phone. "I want details!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, you bitch." I roll my eyes. "I was going to tell you later, I promise."

We talked for a few minutes and when I finally hang up, I grab my bomber jacket and make my way downstairs to find Jessica dressed and ready to go.

We arrive at Zamora's house and as much as I loved seeing her with nothing on, she looked lovely in her dark green sweater and skirt. Every inch of her is covered which was good considering I needed to be on my best behavior and be able to think straight.

My sister waited downstairs while I got her from her apartment, helping her take down the two trays of food she made. She walks ahead of me, and I watch as her hips sway side to side, her voluptuous behind catching my attention. But nothing kills a boner better than your sister slapping me in the back of the head.

"Introduce me moron."

"Stop hitting me you're messing up my hair." I slapped her arm, but she dodged it, hitting me again. Zamora laughed as she watched us. "Baby, this is my sister Jessica. Jess, this my beautiful girlfriend, Zamora."

"We've met, you gave me your Malibu barbies." Jess says shaking her hand. "You're so pretty by the way, what are you doing with my ugly ass brother?"

"Oh yeah! Oh my god I remember. Good to see you again, you're so sweet." She smiled at her as they got into the car.

Zamora sat in the front after my sister insisted, I closed her door and shook my head, "you didn't even try to defend me when she called me ugly." I pouted at her as I turned the car on.

Zamora gently reached over and played with the hair at my nape, something she did that I really liked. "Your brother is not ugly; he is just different."

Jessica laughs from the back seat and Zamora beams at me.

We reach Zamora's dads house by four thirty and make our way across the street to his girlfriend's house. Jessica holds one of the trays of food and I hold the other with my right hand, while my left holds Zamora who knocks on the front door.

Patty opens the door and smiles at us, cheering when she sees Zamora. "Hi sweetheart, come on in, dinners just about done!" We walk inside and I can feel a tighter grip on my hand.

Patty takes the trays and places them in one of her double ovens to warm up. She takes our coats just as Zamora father walks in with his cane in hand. Zack, who I haven't seen since we were kids, walks around the corner as well.

"Dad, Zack." She smiles and give them a hug. Whatever fighting happened the night before seems to be pushed under the rug as she introduces me. "Dad you obviously know J.D." she looks at her brother. "Zack this is J.D. my boyfriend."

I shake his hand and he seems polite. She introduces everyone and we take a seat on the couch where Patty brings drinks and appetizers.

My sister instantly connects to Zack as the odd ones out. Patty seems happy to have people in her home.

After a couple of drinks and small talk, I follow Patty to her kitchen and help her take down a glass dish that sat at the highest cabinet of her kitchen. "Good thing you're tall, you remind me of my son."

"He's also freakishly tall?" She nods. "Will he be joining us?"

She washes the plate from any dust and shakes her head sadly. "No, my son and husband both passed away several years ago." She admitted.

"Oh, miss Patty I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." I apologize, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm just happy to have you all here. Joseph is such a nice loving man, and I really want his daughter to like me I know it can be hard for her around the holidays since her mother passed away around this time."

That I didn't know.

"Well, she does like you." I smiled at her. "I'm going to go wash my hands in the bathroom." I give her a gentle pat on her back and walk back to the living room to lean over the couch and whisper to Zamora. "That woman is very nice and must be protected at all costs."

Zamora looks up and seems confused, following me down the hall as I wash my hands. She leans against the door watching me. "She is nice, I like her."

I wasn't sure what to say with the new fact I learned about Zamora's mom, so I didn't say anything, not wanting to spoil the evening. "She was telling me that her son and husband passed away."

"Yeah, my dad told me. That's how they got to know each other, I guess they have a lot in common too." She looks up at me and fixes the bottom at the top of my shirt. "You look handsome." She changed subjects.

"Thanks baby, you look beautiful." I put my hand under her chin and pull her forward to give her a small kiss on the lips.

The call to dinner brought us back to reality, and we walked hand in hand to dinner.

Once around the table Patty began a prayer, "dear heavenly father, I want to thank you for this meal and for bringing so many families together to share a meal made with love for those who I love." She smiles at Zamora's father who kisses her hand.

I look at Zamora who watches them with a smile on her face. She looks up at me and leans her head against my arm.

"Can I say something?" Zack raises his hand. I feel nervous when Zamora tenses beside me.

"Of course, Zack." Patty encourages him.

"I just want to say that I'm grateful for my sister. She's been the rock of the family for the past ten years and I want to thank you Patty, for doing all of this today." He awkwardly looks away and I can feel a sense of relief. "I'm also grateful that my dad has someone who cares about him."

"So am I." Zamora gently reaches over to Patty who lets out a huge sigh of relief.

*

Thanks for Reading. Xx