In Too Deep

Chapter Twenty - Game & Set

I wake wrapped around Nell. I can't get enough of her, even when I'm unconscious. My legs are tucked against hers, her right breast in my hand, my morning erection nudging that perfect arse. 

She's sleeping soundly, her face half buried in the pillow.

I frown as I realise something woke me. I peel myself away from Nell and stretch, groaning and scrubbing my fingers through my hair, before resuming my snuggling position. Bright sunshine filters through the white curtains. It's late. We've slept in.

I see a flicker of movement from the corner of my eye. My heart sinks. I know what I'll see even as I turn my head towards the door. Fuck! Jack and Louis are standing in the doorway. They're wearing matching Star Wars pyjamas. They have sleep rumpled hair, but otherwise are very much awake. Two pairs of eyes looking straight at me, one pair is bright blue and very curious, the other grey and very hostile.

Jack is glaring at my hand. Nell has pushed the duvet down to her waist and the location of my hand is visible. I move it and tug the duvet up to her shoulders, trying not to feel like a teenager caught behind the bike sheds.

"Hi boys. Everything ok?"

"Its eight thirty and our swimming lesson starts at nine. We won't make it now." Jack says flatly.

"Well, your mum is still sleeping. I could take you? Do you know the way?"

"It's fine. We don't want to go anyway." Louis' eyes are bright and curious, as they dart around the room. Thankfully there's nothing too incriminating; just our clothes from last night, hastily tossed on the floor.

"Why isn't mum wearing her nightie?" Louis asks and Jack sniggers, nudging him.

What the hell do I say? I push myself into a sitting position, scrubbing my fingers through my hair, trying to buy time. I'm careful to ensure the duvet stays in place.

"Where are your pyjamas?" Fuck! I think I might actually be blushing.

"Umm..."

"Did you have the sexual int...? What's the word Jack? Miss Clarke said we have to use proper words. Tiffany said screw and Miss Clarke said that wasn't appropriate; nor junk nor bang. Tiffany said those too."

Fuck! I look helplessly at Nell. Shall I wake her? We got to sleep so late last night; I don't want to wake her. I need to get these boys out of the room, just for a second; just long enough for me to get dressed.

"Who is Tiffany?" I ask. Let's go for distraction. I'm sure as hell not going to discuss having 'the sexual intercourse' with their mother. That's not fucking appropriate. It might even be illegal! Please wake up, Nell.

"Tiffany is in year six. She has a brother Paris; he's in my class and a sister Mercedes. She's in Jack's class. They also have a baby sister Mimosa."

"Mimosa?" Mimosa? Surely not?

"Yes. Their mum named them all after important things to her, when they were con....?" Louis frowns. "What's the proper word, Jack?"

"Conceived."

"That's right. I asked Mum why we were called Jack and Louis and she said because she and dad liked the names; well Jack is after our dad's dad. They called him Jack although his name was John, which is weird."

"Weird?"

"Mum said that sometimes they shortened John to Jack, but they both have four letters so I don't understand why they didn't just call him John. Jack isn't shorter than John.

"That does seem odd." I agree. This is a very odd conversation to be having on a Sunday morning. Please leave boys. I need to get dressed.

"I expect they had their reasons." Jack is glaring at me harder now. Jesus! Have I offended him over his name?