look, I’m not going to look.”
“You talking to yourself, Gemma?” My mom walked into the dining room, a plate in her hands.
“No,” I grinned at her. “Maybe?” I said, as she placed the plate down on the table and handed me some cutlery.
“Here’s some bacon, eggs and toast and I’ve put on some coffee for you, okay?”
“Thanks, mom.”
“You want to talk about why you’re talking to yourself?” She stopped and looked at me. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine, I’m just going a little bit crazy. You know how it is when we have all the family here.”
“I know, trust me, Gemma,” she grinned. “But you’re a good girl and I know you’ll take care of your cousins today.”
“What do you mean I’ll take care of my cousins today?” I looked at her with a frown. “Don’t tell me I’m babysitting again.”
“It’s not babysitting Gemma, you know all of us are here.”
“Yeah, but if I’m the only one that’s entertaining them, I’m the babysitter.”
“Gemma, it’s good practice for when you have kids.”
“Yeah, but I’m not having kids anytime soon.”
“Gemma.”
“Yes, mom. I’ll look after the kids, don’t worry about it. You guys can all eat, drink, be merry, watch TV, relax and I’ll play the magician and the clown and do whatever else I have to do to keep all the kids entertained and make sure that they don’t break every ornament we have in the house.”
“Thanks Gemma, love you.”
“I love you too, Mom,” I shook my head as she walked out of the room. I always got stuck looking after the kids and don’t get me wrong, they were all cute, they were all adorable, but they were crazy. They were all crazy. And if they could break every window in the house, they would. If they could break every ornament, they would, and if they could have the Christmas tree on the ground, all the ornaments broken, that would happen as well. I tried to think of some magic tricks I could show them. Last year I had done a magic show. Well, attempted to do a magic show, it hadn’t gone very well because I didn’t do any magic. I couldn’t even remember how to do the quarter behind the ear trick and it had not gone well. I figured this year I’d Google something, maybe some card tricks and that should keep them entertained for at least an hour.
I pulled out my phone again and sighed, I knew I couldn’t resist looking at the text messages, but at least I’d waited for five minutes. I had more messages from Conner and Lucas. I grinned to myself even though I knew I shouldn’t feel so excited. I opened Lucas’s text message first.
Lucas: Really excited to see you. It’s going to be absolutely amazing *wink emoji.
I stared at his message and closed it. It didn’t really need another response back. And then I opened Connor’s message and I blushed.
Connor: My cock is hard and waiting for you and is willing and open to anything you want to do to it.
I stared at his message. He certainly was direct, wasn’t he? No guy had ever sent me messages like this before. I should be upset, I should be annoyed, I should be pissed off that he so obviously just wanted me for sex, but I didn’t care.
Gemma: Oh yeah? If your cock could ask me to do one thing, what would it be?
I responded to him and blushed. What was I doing? It was not even noon yet and I was sending sexy messages.
Connor: Well, are you talking about now or are you talking about tomorrow?
Gemma: What do you mean am I talking about now or tomorrow? I can’t do much to your cock now, I’m not with you.
Connor: No, you’re not with me, but there is something you could do for me.
Gemma: What’s that?
Connor: Are you in the room alone?
“Yes,” I said to myself, and then quickly texted.
Gemma: No. No, I mean, no, I’m not in the room alone.
Connor: Make up your mind. Are you in the room alone yes or no?
Gemma: Why? What are you expecting?
Connor: Can you FaceTime me?
Gemma: No way. My whole family is here and that’s not going to happen.
Connor: Can you send me a picture?
Gemma: A picture of what?
Connor: What do you think?
Gemma: I don’t know.
I took a picture of my breakfast and sent it to him.
Gemma: Does this work?
Connor: It looks delicious, but that wasn’t quite what I had in mind.
Gemma: Well, what did