The McGowan Boys (chap 2)

After reaching my bedroom for the second time, I remembered that my curtain was missing. But what was I supposed to do about it? Knowing that I would probably regret it later, I chose to let it slide. It was my night to help clean up after dinner, along with Evan, and I still had a lot of homework to do. I left my window open, and opted to write an e-mail to my parents.

Hey Mom and Dad,

I just wanted to let you know that soccer is going great and the boys are just as well mannered as I remember. Not much has happened lately but I wanted to check in with you. I'll call you at the end of the week.

I love you,

Megan

I smelled dinner before I heard the mad dash for the breakfast room. I used to let the boys go through before I even came out of my room, but now I'm pushing the guys aside and elbowing to the front of the line. Tonight was pizza night so I took three slices knowing none would be leftover for a second trip. I mentally noted clean-up would be easy tonight. I also saw Evan looking, quite clearly, at my chest area. Turning away quickly I bounced off of Doug's chest into Finn's arms.

"Thanks," I said, quickly dodging everyone else and running to the front porch where the little guys were already.

The table filled up quickly and we were all laughing about something that Ian had done during school today when I again remembered about my curtains. Mr. and Mrs. McGowan were in town for their weekly night out so I had no problems asking the guys any questions.

"Hey, does anyone know where my curtains are?" I asked. The table got really quiet and all the older boys looked from one to the other. A typical move to try and confuse me, but it was too late. I had already spotted the culprit. Evan was the brightest pink I'd seen in a while, and Doug had binoculars around his neck. "I'm gonna need those back before I go to bed tonight," I added.

Evan laughed and said, "As far as any of us are concerned, you curtains were blown away by fairy dust."

"Sure, and that stake-out house you guys have in the tree outside my window is just for decoration." In the couple of weeks that I'd been here I'd picked up a few things about how to talk to the guys.

"The fairy dust is really bad this time of year," Finn commented.

"Yeah, it's really bad!" Ian and Evan giggled together.

We all finished up dinner and Evan and I were stuck with dish duty cause it was Tuesday. I would love to blame the next couple of minutes on Evan, but I did sort of start it all. I was washing the dishes maybe a little more vigorously than I needed to, and one of my soap suds hit Evan square in the nose. At first he just stared at me while continuing to dry the dishes that were starting to pile up in front of him.

"There is no way that you just did that," Evan argued with himself.

"None whatsoever," I agreed.

" 'Cause if you had, I'd have to get you back for that. And I don't think you would like that very much." I almost told Evan that I didn't think I would mind very much, but he had scooped me up and was taking me back outside where it had started to down pour.

If I had thought this through earlier, I wouldn't of worn a white T-shirt. But I should have at least not worn an orange bra. However, there are still many things for me to learn.

Evan ducked under the door frame and by now I was yelling at him and telling him to put me down right this instant!

"Yes ma'am!" Evan had obviously figured out before I had about the T-shirt thing, but I still hadn't caught up with that thought quit yet. I started to head back inside, but I couldn't just leave him grinning at me like that, so I tried to push him backwards into a mud puddle. That's not how it actually ended up. He grabbed my wrist and I fell onto his chest. Both of our backs were covered in mud. He made absolutely sure to throw a mud ball at me. By this time all of the boys were out on the porch and debating who would win.

I quickly jumped off of Evan and yelled "heads up!" chucking a mud ball towards the boys. I fell laughing when it hit Doug in the face, staining his perfect white teeth.

Sean rolled into the yard on his motorcycle, obviously drenched, but otherwise clean, when he noticed what was happening. It was too late for him to turn around, both the twits had aimed, fired, and hit their target. The only boy I couldn't see on the porch through the mud slinging was Finn. And that's when it hit me. Evan was staring at my chest like he had seen an angel. Luckily Sean had directed the little boys back inside, but even he couldn't help glancing back every other couple of seconds. Doug had his binoculars and was trying to clean the mud on them so that he could use them.

Oh shit! I thought. How the hell can I make a clean escape with out pointing out that my breasts are nearly visible? I opted to go to the tool shed.

"Evan, you get to clean up the boys and the dishes!" I shouted, already running for Finn's shed.