A Small House & A Big Secret {Brooklyn/Vy/Ky/Jeran/Matthew}

As little as I like being babied right now it doesn't feel half bad to hear her say "Poor baby. Want me to kiss it and make it better?" and feel her hands on my chest closely followed by her lips.
"Wait, I have more sore spots." I try to make her trail south but she doesn't cooperate.

Her "No!" also sounds very harsh. I'm not sure if she's opposed to doing it or just to school her brother.

Her butt wiggling against my front tells me it's just the audience she doesn't want. Her movement gives me instant needs. Most of my blood slips down to where our bodies connect only seperated by my boxers and her pyjamas.

All the more I'm dissapointed when she sudenly gets up to save Brooklyn from whatever she's doing downstairs.
"Who cares, Ky. She's fine. We'll clean up the mess later." I protest loudly and then add. "She's got a mother, Kyanite."

Unfortunately I'm SOL so I let my head drop against the empty cushion and sigh loudly.
What now? be all by myself? Why does Jeran get to have all the fun?

I rub my hands over my face and look down my body. Oh how I wish my girl hadn't just abandoned me. There's only one thing i can do- follow her and hope for the best.

Downstairs I find both girls, the big and the little one in the living room where Brooklyn has knocked down a few boxes from the shelf next to the TV in an attempt to turn it on.
While Ky is busy consoling her and picking up the stuff I turn on the TV and search for the kids channel before I wrap my arms around Kyanite from behind and kiss her shoulder.
"C'mon, it won't be long until we don't have two minutes to ourself anymore."
I step around her and place a gently kiss on her lips with a hopefully "panty dropping smile'.
"Kyky...?"



OOC: If she doesn't play along he will go and have a smoke and Mira is going to be named ABEL;-)

Even if Matthew is trying to get me to stay behind and ignore the noise downstairs, I just can't do that. Brooklyn had been put into our care adn considering how we found her mother, I think the best thing right now is to keep that role that she left to us, intact. I do hate leaving Matthew alone up there in my room, especially since I could feel how much he was wanting me to stay, but first things first... then maybe a bit of fun could be had.

Just about the time that I enter the livingroom, I can see the little blonde girl putting her hands to her lips and those boo-boo eyes staring up to me when she sees me coming. Those eyes are trying to tell me that she did something wrong, but I only smile at her, comforting her enough to tell her it's okay.

"What happened, Brookie? Did the books fall on you?" I walk over to her and try to bend over, but lets be honest, I"m not as skinny as I used to be and it's starting to get on my nerves house I can't just bend over the normal way anymore. This time, I have to squat to reach the things on the floor as the little girl comes over to me, burying her face into my side. "It's okay, Brookie. I'm not mad. It's okay. Dry those eyes."

I try to console the girl and try to pick up the items just as Matthew makes his grand appearance and goes over to turn the tv on. After a few moments, I get the books put up and stand up even if it's no easy task. Just like that, I feel Matthew's arms around me and his lips touch my shoulder.

"Mmmm." I groan out a little bit, feeling his hands on my belly and swaying slightly as he whispers into my ear.

"I know..." I claim and wonder how we can even do anything with the toddler in the room unless I was to go dump her back on her mother. At this moment, as he moves in front of me to place a kiss on my lips and that face he's giving me, I'm about to give in totally. With one glance at the little girl, I grin to Matthew and whisper in his ear.

"Help me take her to her mother... we will interrupt them and we can go back to bed, hummm? Sound good?" I ask him and making sure that the child is too interested in the tv, I bring one of my hands to wrap around his neck while the other one travels a little south, toying with the edge of his boxers. "Come on, now. Don't keep me waiting..."

I taunt him, and let go of him to go over to Brooklyn. "Hey, Brookie. Kyky is going to go back to bed. Lets go get, mommy, okay?" I ask her and almost immediately, her face lights up with the new request.

"Oki! Mommy!" Her little voice squeals out and she toddles to the start of the stairs as I stare back at Matthew and hold my hand out for him to take. "Lead the way... but I'm in a debate... shower first or sleep..." I give him that seductive little grin, drawing up one side of my mouth and give a quick wink.

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"First no threesomes, and now you don't like the idea of pretending to be my brother?" Jeran's too busy with all these ideas going on in his head to really comprehend what she just said, but shakes his head as his head hits the pillows behind him. This whole thing has just blown up, to him anyways. The way Matthew reacted to seeing them in bed and trying to force his way in, too. "We'll talk to them both, stop worrying. This will all work out."

"I know, Vy. It just don't help that that they know... when we barely even... they weren't suppose to find out. I mean, Ky's probably fuming, too. I didn't want them to find out this way." He tries to convince her, though he shuts up the moment her fingers run through his hair.

"You are too right. Last night... was amazing. You were amazing." He compliments and watches the smirk on her face. His mind is already flashing back to last night and letting his mind wander off into that joyous night full of fun and good, memorable times.

"I do hav ebad news though. You decideded to pick a young mom to be with. I have to go take care of Brooklyn, Ky's already been doing too much." Who is he to argue with Vy? She's right afterall and for two nights in a roll, they've had to take care of Brooklyn while they just made sure that Vy was going to be alright adn no weird sleepwalking episodes. Just like that, she's getting up out of his bed.

"Vy... don't leave me." He tries to say and reaches after her, letting his fingers glide across her rear as she takes her leave from the bed. His eyes peel after her and watches her wrap the blanket around her body. "Okay. I'll hold it against you if you don't return it. If you don't, I'll just have to come looking in your room for it. Deal?" He raises an eyebrow as she slips out of his room.

Just like that, he's left alone, and with the biggest grin on his face he stretches out on the bed and goes to scratch his stomach and chest with anticipation. "Geez, Vy... that was... pure bliss." He whispers out and rolls to his side and takes the pillow into his grasp and squeezes it tightly for a moment. With Vy's words pouring into his mind, he groans and gets up, reaching for his boxers and pulls them up and does the same with his pants, but the door suddenly starts to open and a hopeful gleam comes to his face until he see's who it is.

"Mommy? Momma!" As quick as possible, he jerks his pants up the rest of the way and see's the little blonde look around the room and then her face suddenly exibits a tearful start. "Where momma....."

"Brooklyn. You're mom is in her bedroom down the hallway. Go and get her, okay?" He tells her, but she leaves the door open as she just stands there and then her eyes travel down the hallway.

"Where? Uncie Jewen, I wants momma." She doesn't even care that he is half clothed because she merely walks over to him and takes his hand and pulls him. "Momma... where momma..."

"Okay. Let's go." He says as he grabs a shirt from the closet on the way out of the room, slipping it over his head and through one arm hole before he gets to her door and stnads there with his shirt halfway on since the little one won't let go of his hand. "Vy. Visitors. Can we come in?"

There's such a temptation to stay in Jeran's bed, especially when he teases her to not leave him and slides his touch down her bare back before it gets covered. She'd love nothing more then to forget about her responsibilities, but she knows it's not fair for Kyanite. In no time she'll have the joy of a newborn; and as far as Vy can remember, they're a lot more work. Like pushing against a magnet she retrieves to the door with reassurance of returning the sheet she's borrowing.

"Maybe I'll keep it then." She reverses her word like that, a grin joining along and all. If he's threatening to visit her room for his cover, she's taking him up on that offer. Before another word can be said, she finally forces herself out of the room and shuts the door behind her.

Sort of funny how she'd of never imagined herself in this sort of position only a year ago. And now? She hates the smallest idea of living with Brittany and going back to her old lifestyle. Somehow Matthew walking in on them with his jokes is a whole lot better then Brittany catching them. Speaking of which, sounds of the rest of the household climbing up the stairs is clear as day, and has Vy quickly dashing into her room. They're probably returning Brooklyn for some free time, and poor Jeran's probably going to get walked in on again since that's where the two were last. As much as Vy would love to save him, she has to be unexposed herself.

Pants and a bra are slipped on before a knock and Jeran's sweet voice alerts her. It's not just him either with the warning of visitors. "Yeah, i'm good." She assures, unaffected that her top only has a sports-bra on. This is exactly what she works out in, and she doesn't maintain a toned stomach to keep hidden.

"Hi babygirl." Vy greets when the two walk in, and immediately the toddler runs up to her with extended arms. She's scooped up in seconds to be snuggled close. "I see you didn't give Jeran much time to get dressed." Her eyes falls on the one in the doorway, pulling his other arm through the sleeve of his shirt. "She can be as impatient as me." Is explained with a soft laugh, her grin automatically growing larger because of the special two that have decided to join in.

"Mommy sleep in Jewen's bed?" Brooklyn questions curiously, her round face tilted to the side in confusion. Even if Vy slept around a little after her birth, she was never caught by the rascal...till now. Her eyes travel from the toddler to Jeran, with widening eyes. How do they explain this to a two year old?

Focus returns to the little one on her hip. "I did, Brooklyn." She halfway admits, unsure of what else to say. If Jeran doesn't want anyone to know yet, should they try and keep it from her to? And if not, how do they present it in a way she might understand...

Both of my hands push her shirt up touching the delicate skin of her buldging body. A second later my lips follow the trail that my touch has left on her skin.
A second later I slide her shirt above her head so we’re equally bare chested. The connection when our chests touch feels electrifying. Kyanite has a way of doing that to me and as far as I know the same goes for her. A shiver of pleasure makes its way down my body pooling in all the right spots until I don’t want to wait any longer.
With one hand I fumble to turn on the shower, the other pushes down the rim of her pyjamas.
While the water turns warm and steam fills the small bathroom, that lies behind her bedroom, I busy myself sucking on her lips and running my free hand through her hair.
Thank goodness for that lock on the door.
A small grunt escapes me when I direct her towards the shower taking in every inch of her perfect body. It’s still tone but well rounded where it needs to be.
Just when I’m completely absorbed in her every fibre a loud knock on the door almost makes me jump out of my skin.
"Hurry up in there. You're wasting hot water..."
Of course I expected Jeran and Vy to catch up to us- just not this fast.
My brief moment of shock is replaced with a shit eating grin and I push down my own boxers revealing the heightened anticipation I’m feeling and step into the shower to join her with a very audible fake moan.
Then I whisper in her ear.
“Your brother’s right. Let’s waste some water.”

"I must be to of waited an entire year for you." She sort of jokes after Jeran claims she was very patient last night. To think she's actually stuck around this long; though when it comes to him, she can't be that surprised. Somehow this length of time was well worth it...if only that also made it easier to tell everyone else.

Do they share with the ones close to them of what they are? Whatever that may be. Pretty obvious that Kyanite and Matthew know, but innocent Brooklyn is still in the blue. There's never been a time that Vy's had to debate over telling her daughter about a relationship, simply because there's never been one. Should they be honest? Or give it some time to make sure it's the real deal? Last thing Vy needs is for her child to be as invested as she is, have her little heart get broken if anything happened. As painful as it is to hear Jeran call them just really good friends, she can't help but agree.

Least Brooklyn finds great joy in this news, messing with her mommy's face as she cheers over the friendship. "Yes, baby girl. He was just making sure I wasn't going to go on a walk alone again, not when it's dark and cold out." She explains their reasoning for sharing a bed, not wanting Brooklyn to believe she can sleep in anyone's bed that she calls a friend. Have to love explaining things to a two year old. 'Ohhh' the Rugrat expresses her understanding with a nod of her head.

Seems like the awkwardness and confusion has gotten to Jeran as he backs to the door with the need to go find Matthew & Kyanite. "Alright." Vy replies with a weak grin that quickly strengths when she turns her attention over to the one in her arms. "Want to get changed to Brookie?" She gives the option to the two year old, always wanting her to have a bit of control in her own life. Another nod comes forth and the rugrat goes searching for an outfit.



"No pink dress today?" Vy has to joke after her rascal's finally dressed. Can't help but love her girly moments, then seconds later going to play in the dirt. Guess today's the latter option.

"I dress like mommy." Brooklyn answers with a loud giggle.

"Sure Brookie. Just like mommy." Vy has to agree with a shake of her head while the toddler only nods herself. She's adorable, and no matter what the older Blonde has an unmistakable smirk. No later then that, Jeran's returning in the room with a wide grin of his own.

Guess as much as a gentleman as Jeran is, he still gets the desire for payback. "Play for a minute in here, okay Brooklyn?" Vy turns to her little one for a moment, not wanting to involve her in potentially inappropriate fun. "Remember, no going down the stairs by yourself." The toddler nods again before going off to occupy herself with the blocks that are already scattered in a corner.

Hands are grasped and the two older ones exit the room with cheesy grins. As quietly as possible they enter the room, and Vy's only grateful they're in the bathroom. After Matthew didn't bolt out of the room as fast as Ky, she can't help but want payback. But to see the two doing it? A wall is very necessary. From the quiet gestured count, they begin banging on the bathroom door to interrupt them just as they were.

There's no response from Matthew at all, only from Ky who demands them to leave. Well this isn't as fun as they were hoping. "If we can't frack, neither can you!" Vy declares while she laughs her ass off with every word. "Did Jeran turn you on that damn much Matthew!?" Her eyes go to find the beautiful male beside her, determined to cause more disturbance to the ones behind this door.

"I think they need some cold water to cool things down." She whispers out a better strategy, nudging her head to leave. One great thing about living here, she's very much aware of the lack of hot water when two showers are on. Taking his hand again, it's Vy that leads them to their next location. The shower in the other bathroom is turned on to the highest temperate, along with the sink, and to top things off she flushes the toilet a few times. Now to just wait.