“SAM! Wake the fuck up!”
My eyes fly open and I jerk up, blinking my eyes rapidly while trying to figure out where the hell I am and why my dick is hard enough to cut through all the icicles hanging from the window outside right above me.
I hear loud knocking followed by a chipper voice.
“Hello?! Are you kids awake? I hope you’re decent because I’m coming in!”
Noel. Aunt Bobbie. Noel’s parents. Home for Christmas. SHIT!
Before I can fully process where I am and what’s happening, the woman I was just having the hottest dream ever about quickly rolls to the edge of the bed, grabs my arm and yanks me up toward her.
Yep, time to wake the fuck up and move my ass. Noel’s “boyfriend” probably shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor instead of in bed with her.
“Hurry up! Get in bed before she gets in here!” Noel whispers frantically while I scramble up from the floor, getting tangled in the blankets while my arms flail and I fall on top of her. Or should I say, face first right between her blanket covered legs.
“I brought muffins and coffee!” Noel’s mother announces happily as she throws open the door and I hear it bang against the opposite wall since I didn’t have time to remove my face from the warmth of Noel’s crotch.
“Oh, my God! I’m closing my eyes, I’m closing my eyes!” she shouts, my head finally lifting slightly to see the woman standing in the doorway in a fluffy pink bathrobe, curlers in her hair, one hand covering her eyes, and the other hand holding a tray of what looks to be blueberry muffins and two cups of steaming coffee.
“I’m so glad my daughter found someone so adventurous, Logan,” Noel’s mother announces as she keeps one hand over her eyes and shuffles blindly into the room, setting the tray down on top of the dresser. “Reggie doesn’t believe in oral before breakfast.”
“Jesus, Mom!” Noel complains as I roll to my side, still between her legs because…well, because it’s warm and cozy, and maybe if I stay here long enough, she’ll forget about that whole no hanky-panky thing. After her mother leaves, of course.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Leon,” her mother scoffs, hand still over her eyes as she now walks backward to the open door. “You should be happy your father and I still have such an active sex life. Thank God for his medical marijuana prescription. I was getting a little bored with always being on top because of the arthritis in his hips. He’s much more agile when he’s high.”
It’s a wonder I still have a dick at this point and it hasn’t detached itself from my body, scurrying away in horror.
“I’m going to remove my hand from my eyes now.”
“Mom, we have clothes on, it’s fine,” Noel says with a huff as her mother slowly lowers her hand.
“Well, that’s disappointing,” she mutters, shoving her hands into the pockets of her bathrobe and walking quickly toward the bed.
“Open up,” she demands.
I glance at Noel and she shrugs, just as confused as I am.
“Come on, I don’t have all day. Your brother will be here soon and I need to finish getting dressed. Open up.”
Noel rolls her eyes and opens her mouth, forcing me to do the same before something even worse happens like Bev getting into bed with us asking if she can watch.
Faster than I can blink, her mother pulls a candy cane out of her pocket, quickly unwraps it and breaks off two pieces, shoving one into each of our open mouths.
“No one likes morning breath. We’ll be leaving the house in exactly one hour so make sure your morning nookie doesn’t take too long. See you downstairs!”
With that, she turns and exits the room, pulling the door closed behind her.
I slam my mouth closed and start chewing on the candy cane, rolling back over between Noel’s legs and scooting upwards to place my hands on either side of her body and hold myself over her. Her head falls back on the pillow when I move and her eyes widen when my hips press between the heat of her thighs.
“Do you really have morning wood right now? After that shit show?” Noel asks in astonishment as she munches her own piece of peppermint candy.
“It’s a fucking phenomenon,” I tell her, swallowing the last of my candy cane. “I don’t know what’s happening or how long it will last, so just go with it.”