my ribs, sending me into
another round of giggles and wiggles.
“And what else do we have?” I continued. “A
receipt for….” I unfolded a paper, “McDonalds?”
“What? I like Egg McMuffins,” he countered
before he made me squirm with another well-placed assault to my ribs.
“And three hundred and twenty-two dollars in
cash and….” I couldn’t breathe any longer I was laughing so hard.
“Listen here, woman,” Cayden joked. “Step away from the wallet and you won’t get
hurt.
“You are so bad,” I said.
“I am,” he admitted.
One hand held me over his shoulder while his
other hand brushed across the arch of my foot, sending me into a complete fit
of giggles.
Chandler
hadn’t left. “The laundry room even....” Cayden took his foot and
shut the laundry room door on him. “Hey!”
Chandler
yelled through the door.
“Cayden,
put me down,” I protested. His hands still moving, fingers still tickling.
“Nope.”
His hands went to the soft spot behind my knees.
I squealed again. Cayden chuckled, but continued
his tickle torture. I tucked his wallet back into his back pocket. “Okay, I
surrender, your wallet is safe.”
A few minutes passed with Cayden tickling me and
let’s face it, in truth he was also copping the periodic feel when he must have
heard my stomach growl.
“We better eat something,” he said. “I can’t let
my woman starve.”
Leaving
the smell of laundry detergent behind us, he opened the laundry room door and
toted me into the kitchen.
“Um, babe, you can put me down now,” I
suggested. “I feel like…me cave-woman.” He guffawed. “Yeah, you clubbed me over
the head and are dragging me off to your caveman lair.”
“But this caveman so enjoys the view.” Cayden
nibbled at my shorts with his teeth.
I felt his nose move the bottom edge of my
shorts up. “Stop.” I sniggered. He didn't. He licked my right butt cheek. I
squirmed. He bit me. I wiggled. He kissed the bite. “You are so bad.”
“I know,” he said assuredly.
At last, my feet hit the floor when Cayden put
me down.
“What do you guys have to eat around here?” I
asked.
He shrugged. “Don’t know really, but I know what
I want to eat,” he suggested, swatting my ass.
I hit his arm. “Stop…you need to behave
yourself, Mr. Cain.”
I poked around in the kitchen to see what we
were going to eat. I found the strangest array of foods. In the refrigerator
rested miscellaneous jars of chunky and smooth peanut butter, grape and
strawberry jelly, cheese, butter, milk, eggs, chocolate milk, Coke, Sprite, and
imported beer. The cabinets held crackers, several bags of potato chips, some
barbeque some jalapeño flavored, bread, SpaghettiO’s, and Captain Crunch…. I
opened up the freezer and was taken aback by the oodles of frozen Hot Pockets,
microwave burritos, and scores of boxed pizza. I decided to make grilled cheese
sandwiches. They did have cheese, butter, and bread.
“Do you guys ever eat anything other than Hot
Pockets, burritos, and pizza?”
“Sure,”
Chandler
said as he strolled into the kitchen. “We eat PB & J.”
“I love Hot Pockets,” Cayden interjected.
I giggled in response.
“Who does the shopping?” I asked as I pulled the
cheese out from the refrigerator.
“Gretta does a lot of different errands and all
the grocery shopping for us. Sara takes care of the house, makes sure we aren’t
living in squalor when we are here,”
Chandler
returned.
“Gretta and Sara,” I repeated, “so will I meet
them?” I was curious.
“Not this trip,” Cayden said. “I wanted you all
to myself.”
“Huh,” I commented.
“Gretta is old enough to be our grandmother, and
Sara has a girlfriend so if you are thinking….”
“I wasn’t thinking anything, babe.”
“Uh-huh,” Cayden smirked before kissing me
breathless.
Let me just say those Cain boys can eat. I
cooked a load of grilled cheese sandwiches of which we ate this time instead of
throwing.
another round of giggles and wiggles.
“And what else do we have?” I continued. “A
receipt for….” I unfolded a paper, “McDonalds?”
“What? I like Egg McMuffins,” he countered
before he made me squirm with another well-placed assault to my ribs.
“And three hundred and twenty-two dollars in
cash and….” I couldn’t breathe any longer I was laughing so hard.
“Listen here, woman,” Cayden joked. “Step away from the wallet and you won’t get
hurt.
“You are so bad,” I said.
“I am,” he admitted.
One hand held me over his shoulder while his
other hand brushed across the arch of my foot, sending me into a complete fit
of giggles.
Chandler
hadn’t left. “The laundry room even....” Cayden took his foot and
shut the laundry room door on him. “Hey!”
Chandler
yelled through the door.
“Cayden,
put me down,” I protested. His hands still moving, fingers still tickling.
“Nope.”
His hands went to the soft spot behind my knees.
I squealed again. Cayden chuckled, but continued
his tickle torture. I tucked his wallet back into his back pocket. “Okay, I
surrender, your wallet is safe.”
A few minutes passed with Cayden tickling me and
let’s face it, in truth he was also copping the periodic feel when he must have
heard my stomach growl.
“We better eat something,” he said. “I can’t let
my woman starve.”
Leaving
the smell of laundry detergent behind us, he opened the laundry room door and
toted me into the kitchen.
“Um, babe, you can put me down now,” I
suggested. “I feel like…me cave-woman.” He guffawed. “Yeah, you clubbed me over
the head and are dragging me off to your caveman lair.”
“But this caveman so enjoys the view.” Cayden
nibbled at my shorts with his teeth.
I felt his nose move the bottom edge of my
shorts up. “Stop.” I sniggered. He didn't. He licked my right butt cheek. I
squirmed. He bit me. I wiggled. He kissed the bite. “You are so bad.”
“I know,” he said assuredly.
At last, my feet hit the floor when Cayden put
me down.
“What do you guys have to eat around here?” I
asked.
He shrugged. “Don’t know really, but I know what
I want to eat,” he suggested, swatting my ass.
I hit his arm. “Stop…you need to behave
yourself, Mr. Cain.”
I poked around in the kitchen to see what we
were going to eat. I found the strangest array of foods. In the refrigerator
rested miscellaneous jars of chunky and smooth peanut butter, grape and
strawberry jelly, cheese, butter, milk, eggs, chocolate milk, Coke, Sprite, and
imported beer. The cabinets held crackers, several bags of potato chips, some
barbeque some jalapeño flavored, bread, SpaghettiO’s, and Captain Crunch…. I
opened up the freezer and was taken aback by the oodles of frozen Hot Pockets,
microwave burritos, and scores of boxed pizza. I decided to make grilled cheese
sandwiches. They did have cheese, butter, and bread.
“Do you guys ever eat anything other than Hot
Pockets, burritos, and pizza?”
“Sure,”
Chandler
said as he strolled into the kitchen. “We eat PB & J.”
“I love Hot Pockets,” Cayden interjected.
I giggled in response.
“Who does the shopping?” I asked as I pulled the
cheese out from the refrigerator.
“Gretta does a lot of different errands and all
the grocery shopping for us. Sara takes care of the house, makes sure we aren’t
living in squalor when we are here,”
Chandler
returned.
“Gretta and Sara,” I repeated, “so will I meet
them?” I was curious.
“Not this trip,” Cayden said. “I wanted you all
to myself.”
“Huh,” I commented.
“Gretta is old enough to be our grandmother, and
Sara has a girlfriend so if you are thinking….”
“I wasn’t thinking anything, babe.”
“Uh-huh,” Cayden smirked before kissing me
breathless.
Let me just say those Cain boys can eat. I
cooked a load of grilled cheese sandwiches of which we ate this time instead of
throwing.
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