Chapter 23

Waking up in bed with Uncle Bob was the next best thing to chocolate. We were side by side, facing each other, and so tangled up I'm sure it was hard to tell where one of us ended and the other started. But it wasn't hard to tell what we were doing. Our lips were locked together in a tongue fest, and his throbbing cock was being hugged inside my dripping-wet sanctuary.

Moaning, he broke our kiss and mumbled, "You're gonna' have my babies."

My body jerked and both of us gasped.

"Do that again!" he said.

"But I didn't do anything."

Laughing, he said, "You're gonna' have my babies."

The jolt that went through me, felt like I'd touched a live wire, and before I could do anything but groan, Bob said, "You're gonna' have a hundred of my babies."

Explosions going off inside me, I cried out his name, and when he spurted his baby-juice, I felt like I was flying to moon. When I came down, he was kissing my face, and laughing softly.

"Oh, Bob," I mumbled, "I don't ever want anyone but you."

He kissed me and replied, "What do you want to do about the contest?"

Before I could answer him Dad's voice boomed from upstairs. "You two have twenty minutes! Move it!"

I stripped the bed while he showered and then I showered and dressed in a blue jean skirt and blouse before we went up to the kitchen for breakfast. Though, we hadn't said anything about doing it, we both acted as though we still weren't talking, which irritated Dad to no end. Mom told him to leave us alone, which really made his day.

When we got to church, Mandy and Tiffany's mother came up to us in the parking lot and said, "Mandy and Tiffany are no longer allowed to participate in your contest. They got into a fight last night and shaved each other's hair off -- among other ridiculous things. They've been grounded for a month and are being sent to live with my sister, who's a nun. They'll be there all summer."

Mom made the proper mother-in-sympathy comments and she and Mrs. Davis got into a discussion about the way their children could sometimes behave. Dad gave Bob and me a significant look, but we made faces at him and went to help Grandma and Aunt Prudie up the steps of the church. Grandpa was already inside sitting with a couple of his pals.

Lunch was the same routine as the week before; other than that Bob didn't announce his date for the next week. In all the activities of last night and this morning, he forgot to draw a name. And Grandma and Prudie got into a fuss over Elvis's interference with Tammy Sue. They were almost ready to start throwing food at each other when Dad took charge and threatened them with standing in the corner if they didn't simmer down. They each threw a roll at him and then burst into girlish laughter.

When we started outside to play, George pulled me into the bathroom that's in the front hall. It has a small shower, a sink and toilet. I was pressed up against the door with George lips plastering kisses over my face.

"Congratulations," he mumbled. "It's about time you two got with it."