“That seems so pessimistic.” Mom answered bluntly.
“I didn’t mean it to, but we have to be realistic. We have a very unique situation. You, dad, me, Aunt Jess.”
“I know honey. I just try to be more optimistic about things.”
“I do too, mom. Me most of all. I mean, I have two sexy experienced women that can’t seem to get enough of me. I’m the least pessimistic guy ever!” I knew this was counter to how I felt last night, but even superman has to have a moment of doubt right?
“Do you think we have time to take care of you mom?” I changed the subject back to sex.
“I don’t think so Jeremy. I may have worn out your dad, but he won’t sleep forever. You should take a shower and I’ll get breakfast ready before my other children get up.”
I glanced at the clock and it read 8:22. “Mom, its sacrilege for a teen to get up before at least 10 a.m. on a weekend! Give me another hour and a half.”
“Only because I want you to keep your strength up so you can go on making my delicious cum-flavored shakes!” She rose from my bed, not bothering to wrap her robe back around her nightie. Nothing was revealed, to my regret, but I had seen it all before and positively would again. “I’ll send one of your siblings to get you up. Your breakfast will be cold, but I’ll save you some.”
“Thanks mom! You’re the best!” I rolled over, pulled my pillow over my head, and fell to sleep more easily this time.
I awoke from no dream, but to a nightmare!
An earthquake was shaking my bed! I bolted upright, knocking my pillow from my head and discovered that it wasn’t an earthquake, but a more fearsome force of nature, an eight-year-old girl jumping up and down on the bed around my feet!
“Jojo! What are you doing?”
“Mommy said I could jump on your bed to wake you up sleepyhead!” My sister jumped more enthusiastically, taking advantage of this rare event of being allowed to jump on furniture. Her joy killed any irritation I had at being woken as she had. I remembered the secret thrill of jumping on the bed! I might have even joined her if I didn’t worry I would probably break my bed. I had many future plans for that bed that I surely didn’t want to destroy it!
I discretely made sure that mom had put all my parts away before I pushed aside the blankets, grabbed my little sister, and tackled her to the bed. I pulled up her little top and buried my face in her belly, blowing loud raspberries on it. Whether from the sound I created, or the feeling on her stomach, this brought on an equally loud giggling fit from Jojo. My hands tickled her sides and her voice escalated in octave, pitch, and volume. I’m sure some dogs in the neighborhood heard the parts of that screech that were beyond human hearing!
“What are you doing to your sister?” Mom yelled up the stairs.
I merely blew another raspberry on the bare belly.
Jojo’s larynx didn’t know to giggle some more or to screech again. I didn’t know it was possible, but she produced both sounds at once. Must be a superpower of little girls!
This also elicited another yell from below.