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edges of the curtains. I peer at my bedside clock and see with surprise that it is almost eleven. I must have been more tired than I realized. Strange my mother didn’t come to wake me up. I’d told her I wanted to help prepare Sunday lunch. I stretch luxuriously in the dim coolness of my childhood bed. And then the memory comes rushing back and my hand reaches for my mouth.
He kissed me!
A smile creeps onto my lips. I sit up and grab the teddy bear sitting on the shelf over my bed. I slide back under the warmth of the duvet, hugging my bear tightly. His name is Graystone and he is nearly 20 years old, but he has been well cared for and looks exceptional for his age. He smells of lavender. Once a month my mother opens his neck and stuffs him with sachets of dried lavender flowers. When I was very young, I used to have conversations with my bear and I honestly believed he would reply.
‘Don’t tell anyone, Graystone,’ I whisper into his sweet-smelling head. ‘But it was mind-blowingly hot, like nothing I have ever experienced. It almost made me dizzy.’
Graystone stays silent.
I sigh softly. ‘I know. I know. He made it abundantly clear that it’s just sex he’s after, but so what?’
Last night I was a bit tipsy and had persuaded myself that I didn’t want to be just another notch on his bedpost, but in the cold light of day, why not? This is the new, adventurous me. Besides there’s always been this thing between us. Why not give in and just let it burn itself out. I’m not in any danger. It’s just a physical thing. I know I won’t fall in love with him or anything crazy like that. I mean I don’t really even like the man.
I replay the dance, the kiss, the extraordinary way he had licked me as if he was claiming his territory. I touch my belly button and feel an immediate reaction between my legs. Wetness! It was never like this with Lupo or anyone before him.
I put Graystone back on the shelf and roll out of bed, determined not think of BJ until tomorrow when I’ll decide whether or not to turn up at Pigeon’s Pie. I open my bedroom door and hear the sounds of my brothers’ voices downstairs. Still in my pajamas and without going to the bathroom first or making myself look presentable, I run down the stairs and into the living room. My mother is sitting in her armchair and my three brothers are sitting on the long sofa talking to her.
They all turn towards me.
‘Sleeping Beauty is awake,’ Shane says.
‘Hello, sleepyhead,’ Jake greets. I go over to the sofa and standing at the armrest, let myself fall like a felled tree into my brothers’ laps. Just like I have been doing since I was a child.
‘Timber,’ Dominic calls and they catch me, laughing.
‘Layla, you’re not a little girl anymore. You’re far too old to be doing such unladylike things,’ my mother disapproves.
‘No, she’s not,’ Shane rushes to my defense.
‘Stop spoiling her,’ my mother scolds him, but her voice lacks any real conviction. Secretly, she is proud of how close her family is. ‘She’s old enough to be a mother herself,’ she adds grumpily.
‘Perish the thought. She’s still just a baby herself,’ Jake says lazily, gently sweeping hair out of my face.
‘She’s never going to be too old for this even when she is 90,’ adds Dominic, who is sitting in the middle. With a growl he begins to tickle my belly. Suddenly all of them have gotten into the act and there are hands everywhere, in my armpits, my ribs, my belly. With a yelp I try to wriggle and evade their roaming hands, but their grip is steel-like and there are too many hands coming from all sides. Helpless, I laugh until I am gasping for air and my stomach hurts.
‘I haven’t been to the toilet yet. I’m gonna wee on you,’ I splutter desperately.
It works instantly. They stop immediately and I worm off them and land on the floor on my back, breathless and panting.
My brothers look down at me indulgently, but my mother is
He kissed me!
A smile creeps onto my lips. I sit up and grab the teddy bear sitting on the shelf over my bed. I slide back under the warmth of the duvet, hugging my bear tightly. His name is Graystone and he is nearly 20 years old, but he has been well cared for and looks exceptional for his age. He smells of lavender. Once a month my mother opens his neck and stuffs him with sachets of dried lavender flowers. When I was very young, I used to have conversations with my bear and I honestly believed he would reply.
‘Don’t tell anyone, Graystone,’ I whisper into his sweet-smelling head. ‘But it was mind-blowingly hot, like nothing I have ever experienced. It almost made me dizzy.’
Graystone stays silent.
I sigh softly. ‘I know. I know. He made it abundantly clear that it’s just sex he’s after, but so what?’
Last night I was a bit tipsy and had persuaded myself that I didn’t want to be just another notch on his bedpost, but in the cold light of day, why not? This is the new, adventurous me. Besides there’s always been this thing between us. Why not give in and just let it burn itself out. I’m not in any danger. It’s just a physical thing. I know I won’t fall in love with him or anything crazy like that. I mean I don’t really even like the man.
I replay the dance, the kiss, the extraordinary way he had licked me as if he was claiming his territory. I touch my belly button and feel an immediate reaction between my legs. Wetness! It was never like this with Lupo or anyone before him.
I put Graystone back on the shelf and roll out of bed, determined not think of BJ until tomorrow when I’ll decide whether or not to turn up at Pigeon’s Pie. I open my bedroom door and hear the sounds of my brothers’ voices downstairs. Still in my pajamas and without going to the bathroom first or making myself look presentable, I run down the stairs and into the living room. My mother is sitting in her armchair and my three brothers are sitting on the long sofa talking to her.
They all turn towards me.
‘Sleeping Beauty is awake,’ Shane says.
‘Hello, sleepyhead,’ Jake greets. I go over to the sofa and standing at the armrest, let myself fall like a felled tree into my brothers’ laps. Just like I have been doing since I was a child.
‘Timber,’ Dominic calls and they catch me, laughing.
‘Layla, you’re not a little girl anymore. You’re far too old to be doing such unladylike things,’ my mother disapproves.
‘No, she’s not,’ Shane rushes to my defense.
‘Stop spoiling her,’ my mother scolds him, but her voice lacks any real conviction. Secretly, she is proud of how close her family is. ‘She’s old enough to be a mother herself,’ she adds grumpily.
‘Perish the thought. She’s still just a baby herself,’ Jake says lazily, gently sweeping hair out of my face.
‘She’s never going to be too old for this even when she is 90,’ adds Dominic, who is sitting in the middle. With a growl he begins to tickle my belly. Suddenly all of them have gotten into the act and there are hands everywhere, in my armpits, my ribs, my belly. With a yelp I try to wriggle and evade their roaming hands, but their grip is steel-like and there are too many hands coming from all sides. Helpless, I laugh until I am gasping for air and my stomach hurts.
‘I haven’t been to the toilet yet. I’m gonna wee on you,’ I splutter desperately.
It works instantly. They stop immediately and I worm off them and land on the floor on my back, breathless and panting.
My brothers look down at me indulgently, but my mother is
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