laughs once more and I lean over placing a quick kiss on her lips, the urge to do it every time she’s this close too overwhelming.
“Like you never played dress up with me?”
“To be fair we also played ninjas.”
“We play ninjas,” Faith says wrapping the scarf around my neck. “And princesses. And Zoo keeper. And Duck Duck Tickle—”
“What’s Duck Duck Tickle?” Megan asks Little Bit.
“Bubba! Do Duck Duck Tickle!” She squeals sitting down next to Megan who is wearing a pair of clip on pearl ear rings and a crown.
“Usually it’s with her and Alex, but it goes like this.” I stand up. Touching their heads back and forth I say, “Duck. Duck. Duck.....Duck....” When my hand lands on Faith I say, “Tickle!” And start tickling her sides until she’s kicking her feet and squirming like crazy.
Megan laughs and joins in the tickling until Little Bit can’t take it anymore.
The two of us stop and I say in my best serious tone, “Okay Little Bit. Bath time.”
“With bubbles?”
“There are other kinds of baths?” Megan scoffs.
“Bath time!” Faith sings joyfully.
“Get your jammies and meet us in your bathroom.”
“Okay!” She rushes out of the playroom leaving us alone.
“You are a total natural with her,” Megan coos tugging me by the scarf, drawing my face closer.
“I’m a total natural at a lot of things,” I flirt.
To my surprise her face hardens.
Wrong line? Fuck. I’ve always said shit like that and it’s worked out for me.
“Dean—”
“I—”
“Got my jammies!” Faith appears in the door way again. “Come on Pretty Megan! I wanna play mermaid with you!”
“Coming...” She lets go of me, the hurt look still in her eyes.
I never thought having experience in the bedroom would have such a fucking drawback. What do you mean I’m rubbing it in? No that’s—. But you don’t understand I—. You’re not gonna let me finish talking are you? Oh...Oh I see. Well shit. I don’t fucking mean to rub it in...
The two of us shred our dress up clothes and follow Little Bit into the bathroom that is closest to our bedrooms. While there’s a bathroom that connects directly to bedroom, there’s another one not too far away for Little Bit and the playroom to share. Inside we fill the tub with warm water and bubbles while Faith grabs her favorite bath toy to take with her. Megan carefully places her in the water while my baby sister splashes around and sings songs at the top of her lungs.
Not just kid songs either. And not on key. She gets that from Mom. Tone deaf.
We play mermaids and Barbies with her until the water cools, which is when I let Megan wash her down while I wash her hair, a process that she always fights me on insisting I get bubbles in her eyes.
I don’t know! I could! Accidents happen. She’s got a lot of hair.
As the water drains from the tub I ask Megan, “Do you mind helping Little Bit get dressed while I start dinner?”
“That sounds like a task I can handle.” She offers me a sweet smile free of animosity.
Help me keep that shit gone please. I’m still learning.
“Bubba, I want Pretty Megan to have the Batman bowl.” Faith insists at the same time a giant fluffy pink towel is wrapped around her.
“But that’s Bubba’s bowl.”
Little Bit gives me a stern look that’s too adorable to deny. “Fine. Fine. Can I at least eat out of the My Little Pony bowl?”
“But not mine,” she declares before giggling at Megan who is ruffling her hair with a separate towel.
With a smile of my own, I jog out of the bathroom and down the stairs to start a romantic gesture that just might undo the damage I caused earlier.
You know sex isn’t as hard as dating? I don’t have to say much to get sex right. Pretty much a swivel of the tongue does all the hard work. A good suck helps. Are you whimpering already? See. I’m. That. Good.
A short while later, Faith comes running in the kitchen with Megan behind her, fingers stretched
“Like you never played dress up with me?”
“To be fair we also played ninjas.”
“We play ninjas,” Faith says wrapping the scarf around my neck. “And princesses. And Zoo keeper. And Duck Duck Tickle—”
“What’s Duck Duck Tickle?” Megan asks Little Bit.
“Bubba! Do Duck Duck Tickle!” She squeals sitting down next to Megan who is wearing a pair of clip on pearl ear rings and a crown.
“Usually it’s with her and Alex, but it goes like this.” I stand up. Touching their heads back and forth I say, “Duck. Duck. Duck.....Duck....” When my hand lands on Faith I say, “Tickle!” And start tickling her sides until she’s kicking her feet and squirming like crazy.
Megan laughs and joins in the tickling until Little Bit can’t take it anymore.
The two of us stop and I say in my best serious tone, “Okay Little Bit. Bath time.”
“With bubbles?”
“There are other kinds of baths?” Megan scoffs.
“Bath time!” Faith sings joyfully.
“Get your jammies and meet us in your bathroom.”
“Okay!” She rushes out of the playroom leaving us alone.
“You are a total natural with her,” Megan coos tugging me by the scarf, drawing my face closer.
“I’m a total natural at a lot of things,” I flirt.
To my surprise her face hardens.
Wrong line? Fuck. I’ve always said shit like that and it’s worked out for me.
“Dean—”
“I—”
“Got my jammies!” Faith appears in the door way again. “Come on Pretty Megan! I wanna play mermaid with you!”
“Coming...” She lets go of me, the hurt look still in her eyes.
I never thought having experience in the bedroom would have such a fucking drawback. What do you mean I’m rubbing it in? No that’s—. But you don’t understand I—. You’re not gonna let me finish talking are you? Oh...Oh I see. Well shit. I don’t fucking mean to rub it in...
The two of us shred our dress up clothes and follow Little Bit into the bathroom that is closest to our bedrooms. While there’s a bathroom that connects directly to bedroom, there’s another one not too far away for Little Bit and the playroom to share. Inside we fill the tub with warm water and bubbles while Faith grabs her favorite bath toy to take with her. Megan carefully places her in the water while my baby sister splashes around and sings songs at the top of her lungs.
Not just kid songs either. And not on key. She gets that from Mom. Tone deaf.
We play mermaids and Barbies with her until the water cools, which is when I let Megan wash her down while I wash her hair, a process that she always fights me on insisting I get bubbles in her eyes.
I don’t know! I could! Accidents happen. She’s got a lot of hair.
As the water drains from the tub I ask Megan, “Do you mind helping Little Bit get dressed while I start dinner?”
“That sounds like a task I can handle.” She offers me a sweet smile free of animosity.
Help me keep that shit gone please. I’m still learning.
“Bubba, I want Pretty Megan to have the Batman bowl.” Faith insists at the same time a giant fluffy pink towel is wrapped around her.
“But that’s Bubba’s bowl.”
Little Bit gives me a stern look that’s too adorable to deny. “Fine. Fine. Can I at least eat out of the My Little Pony bowl?”
“But not mine,” she declares before giggling at Megan who is ruffling her hair with a separate towel.
With a smile of my own, I jog out of the bathroom and down the stairs to start a romantic gesture that just might undo the damage I caused earlier.
You know sex isn’t as hard as dating? I don’t have to say much to get sex right. Pretty much a swivel of the tongue does all the hard work. A good suck helps. Are you whimpering already? See. I’m. That. Good.
A short while later, Faith comes running in the kitchen with Megan behind her, fingers stretched
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