LAX: 12:00 PM
'WOO! HOLLYWOOD! LET'S DO THIS!'
'Someone's excited.'
'Of course I am, sweetheart.'
Jane laughed. We had just arrived at LAX. Once again, Daddy had Lita and the two Hummers flown down. They sat over at the other side of the airport, gleaming in the sunlight. We all walked over to the cars, bursting with excitement.
'Finally!' I said as I packed my luggage in Lita's trunk, 'I'm in Hollywood!'
'An' yer here wit' me,' smiled Connor, kissing me passionately.
'Rawr!' I purred.
'Oh, brother…' groaned Murphy, jumping in Lita's backseat, 'they've started already…'
'Behave, mister,' said Emily, closing Lita's trunk and hopping in the backseat next to her pouting boyfriend, 'let them have their moment.'
Murphy scoffed.
Growling playfully, Connor picked me up and placed me on Lita's trunk. I giggled as he playfully nipped my lower lip.
'Easy, tigers,' said Michael, 'save it for when we get to the Roosevelt.'
'Oh?' teased Connor, 'an' if I don't?'
'Oh, you'll see,' said Michael, giggling deviously.
Connor rolled his eyes at his best friend. He kissed me one last time before heading over to the driver's side. He jumped in, looking at me with a devious twinkle in his eye.
'Hop in, hot stuff!' he said, 'come sit next to yer fiance!'
I laughed. I jumped into the car, kissing Connor on the cheek. Murphy groaned, resulting in Emily smacking him on the chest.
'Ow!' cried Murphy.
'Behave,' said Emily.
Connor gently pushed me onto my back, sprawling me across the two front seats. He crawled on top of me, mashing our lips together. Michael looked over at us from Jane's Hummer.
'Damn, Connor!' he said, 'ever since we landed you've been a little sex hungry.'
'Just a little,' smirked Connor as he kissed my neck.
'A little?' said Romeo, 'you've been at her like a Chihuahua in heat ese.'
'Shut up, Romeo,' growled Connor.
'Or Skippy when she's in heat,' said Rocco, 'she goes nuts.'
'Fuck you, Rocco,' growled Connor.
'Ye really need to learn self control,' said Murphy, 'fuckin' Christ, Connor.'
'You can walk,' said Connor, 'yer girlfriend can stay.'
'Fuck you, Connor,' growled Murphy.
'No, thank you,' said Connor.
'Come on!' called Angelica as Romeo helped her into Paul's Hummer, 'let's get this party started!'
'Way ahead o' ye, Angelica!' said Connor.
'What I think she means is get off my sister and get this fucking car moving,' said Emily.
Connor ignored her. Michael piped up from Jane's Hummer.
'Connor, you're holding up our epic vacation,' he said, 'come on!'
Connor groaned. He pulled away from me, sitting up.
'Fine,' he grouched, fixing his hair, 'fuckin' hell.'
I sat up. I looked in the side mirror and fixed my hair before putting on my seatbelt. I looked over at everyone else, then at Connor.
'Alright!' I said, 'let's do this shit!'
Connor smirked. He started up Lita and drove off towards the hotel. I laughed, throwing my hands in the air.
'HOLLYWOOD!' I cried, 'FUCK YEAH!'
'HELL YEAH!' said Murphy, high-fiving me.
'HOLLYWOOD IS ABOUT TO BE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN!' cheered Emily, 'YEAH!'
'DAMN RIGHT, SISTER!' I said.
Connor didn't say anything. Without taking his eyes off the road, he gently reached over with his right hand. He crept his fingers along my leg, tickling me. I moaned softly.
'Connor…' I whispered, 'mmm…'
Murphy looked over my shoulder, wondering why I was moaning. He groaned.
'Seriously, Connor?' he said.
'What?' said Connor, swiftly putting his hand back on the steering wheel.
'Who gave you a Horny Pill this morning?' asked Emily.
'No one,' said Connor, slyly moving his hand over to my leg again.
'Connor…' I moaned, arching my back slightly, 'please…'
Connor chuckled softly. He moved his hand further up my leg and under my dress. I moaned again, biting my lip.
'You ass…' I growled.
Michael watched us from the passenger seat of Jane's Hummer. He frowned.
'Why is he swerving like he's drunk?' he pondered, taking out his phone, 'I'm gonna call him.'
Murphy pouted in the backseat as Connor teased me through my panties. I arched my back, panting and moaning with each stroke. Connor looked at his phone. He pulled his hand away briefly, answering it.
'Hello?'
'Dude, why are you swerving like you're drunk?' asked Michael, 'did you get your license from a Lucky Charm's box or something?'
'No,' said Connor, teasing me again, 'I'm not drunk an' I'm a good driver, thank ye very fuckin' much.'
Michael didn't buy it. Just then, he heard me moaning in the background.
'Connor…' I whined, 'stop…'
'Are you serious, bro?!' groaned Michael, 'while you're driving?!'
Connor didn't answer. Murphy growled, swatting Connor upside the head.
'Knock it off,' he growled, 'Jesus fuck.'
'Ye can't make me do jack-shit,' said Connor.
'You and your fucking horniness,' said Michael, hanging up.
I had finally had enough of Connor's teasing. I reached down, grabbing his wrist. I pulled it up and placed it back on the steering wheel, crossing my legs so he wouldn't tease me again. Murphy laughed.
'Apparently yer girl can,' he teased.
Connor looked over at me. He pouted.
'Becca-Bear…' he whined.
'Do you want us to get into an accident?' I said sternly.
Connor didn't answer. I knew that under his sunglasses he was pulling his puppy dog eyes.
'Thought so,' I said, turning away.
Connor growled, tightening his grip on the wheel. Emily laughed out loud.
'Ooh!' she teased, 'you got put in the dog house!'
'Fuck you, Emily,' growled Connor.
'Eww,' said Emily, 'no, thanks.'
'Tha dog house is a bitch, isn't it?' laughed Murphy.
'Don't make me hurt ye,' warned Connor.
'You've been hurt enough,' teased Murphy, 'tha' dog house comment is just enough by me.'
Connor roared angrily.
'Focus on the road, Connor,' said Emily.
'Stupid dog house…' mumbled Connor.
'Maybe you shouldn't have teased my sister,' said Emily.
Connor didn't say a word. He just stared at the road ahead of him, glaring.
'Stop pouting or you won't be getting sex tonight,' I said sternly.
'But…' pouted Connor.
'Connor Adam MacManus,' I scolded, 'stop pouting.'
'Uh-oh!' laughed Murphy, 'she said yer full name!'
'Murphy Noah MacManus,' scolded Emily, 'enough.'
Murphy blinked at Emily. Connor laughed at his brother.
'Ha ha!' he taunted.
'Behave,' I scolded, smacking Connor's thigh.
'Ow!' cried Connor.
I turned away, crossing my arms. I glared at the road, huffing angrily. Emily moaned from the backseat.
'Are we there yet?' she whined.
'I have no idea,' I said, 'text Mike. He'd help.'
Emily sighed. She grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Michael.
'We are lost. Little help.'
Michael replied within a few seconds. Thankfully, Daddy bought us a GPS to use so we didn't get too lost.
'Becks,' said Emily, 'type this into the GPS: 7000 Hollywood Blvd.'
I reached over and grabbed the GPS. I typed in the address, my brows furrowed. I barely slept the night before so I was super cranky. Emily sighed, leaning her head against the seat.
'Fuck, I'm tired…' she said.
'Take a nap, baby,' said Murphy, moving over so Emily could place her head in his lap, 'I'll wake ye when we get to tha hotel.'
'Well, aren't you sweet,' said Emily as she lay down.
Murphy grinned. He leaned down, gently kissing Emily's lips. After she was curled up and comfortable, Emily closed her eyes, falling asleep almost immediately. I turned around, smiling at my slumbering sister.
'She is out like a light,' I said softly.
'I guess tha flight wore 'er out,' said Murphy, stroking Emily's cheek.
Emily mumbled. Murphy smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling.
'She's so cute when she sleeps,' he said softly.
Emily gently moved, snuggling close to Murphy.
'Emykins…' whispered Murphy, stroking her hair, 'my beautiful Emykins…'
'Have fun waking her up,' I teased, 'waking her up is a chore.'
'She wakes up fer me,' said Murphy, 'she never gives me problems.'
'She never woke up for Mommy and Daddy,' I said, 'it took them spraying water on her to wake her up.'
'That's because I have a special way o' wakin' 'er up,' smirked Murphy, 'they didn't.'
I scoffed.
'Show-off,' I said.
Murphy chuckled. Emily mumbled again, not waking up. Murphy looked down at his slumbering girlfriend, a small smile playing across his lips.
'God, yer adorable…' he whispered.
Emily rolled over. She buried her nose in Murphy's stomach, breathing softly. Just then, I felt something pinch my butt.
'OUCH!' I cried.
Connor sniggered deviously. I turned and looked at him, growling.
'I got yer ass,' chuckled Connor.
'Fuck you,' I snarled.
'I'll remember that,' teased Connor.
'You are such a male,' I said.
'But I'm yer sexy male,' smirked Connor.
'Yeah, yeah,' I said, 'whatever.'
'Aww…' said Connor, noticing that I was grouchy, 'cheer up. We're in Hollywood.'
'I'm sexually frustrated in Hollywood,' I said, 'you better be teasing to pleasing me when we get to the hotel.'
'I will, sweetheart,' said Connor, rubbing my knee, 'I will.'
'Murphy…' mumbled Emily sleepily, 'Murphy…'
'Shh…' whispered Murphy, stroking Emily's cheek, 'I got ye, baby.'
Just then, Michael texted me. I took out my phone, reading the message.
'Another 15 to 20 minutes until we arrive at the Roosevelt.'
'I gotta wait fifteen to twenty minutes?!' I whined.
'It's not tha' long o' a wait, baby,' said Connor, 'don't worry.'
I huffed, glaring at the road again. I didn't want to wait. I wanted him now.
'Baby…' said Connor, rubbing my knee.
'Jerk,' I growled.
Emily snored gently from the backseat, completely oblivious to me and my sexual frustration. Murphy chuckled.
'Why must ye be so adorable?' he mused, stroking her hair.
Emily shifted. Murphy tightened his grip on her so she wouldn't fall. I continued to glare onto the road when the GPS spoke.
'Turn in 2.4 miles.'
'Thank ye, Lulu,' said Connor, patting the GPS.
I leaned forward. I smacked my forehead off the dashboard, growling angrily. Connor frowned at me.
'What's yer problem?' he asked.
'Lulu?' I groaned, 'really?'
'Yes,' drawled Connor, 'isn't she purrdy?'
I groaned loudly. I'm engaged to a child.
'Shh!' hissed Murphy.
Emily snored again, not waking up. I lifted my head, turning around to glare at Murphy.
'Fuck you, Murphy,' I grouched.
'So disrespectful o' yer own sister,' said Murphy, shaking his head at me, 'tsk, tsk, Rebecca.'
'I will hurt you,' I warned, pointing my finger at him, 'don't make me come back there.'
'Two minutes until you reach your destination.'
'Thank God!' I said, throwing my hands in the air.
Just then, my phone vibrated. It was Michael again.
'Are y'all ready to see what I've rented out for us for this week?'
'FUCK YEAH!'
Connor pulled into the parking lot of the Roosevelt, closely followed by everyone else. Michael texted me again.
'Welcome to the famous Hollywood Roosevelt hotel! The same hotel that Marilyn Monroe stayed at…TO OURSELVES!'
Connor parked, turning Lita's engine off. He got out and un-packed our luggage from her trunk. I didn't wanna walk, so I decided to play the whiny child card.
'Con-Con, pick me up,' I whined.
Connor chuckled. He walked over to me, scooping me up in his arms. He beamed at me, kissing my nose. I giggled.
'Emykins,' whispered Murphy, shaking Emily gently, 'we're here.'
Emily whined. Murphy decided to play the ear nibbling card. Slowly, he un-buckled her seatbelt, pulling her upright. He pushed her hair behind her ear, nibbling it gently. Emily giggled.
'Murphy…' she said, opening her eyes, 'stop that…'
'Yer awake,' smiled Murphy, kissing Emily's cheek.
'Shush,' said Emily, gently shoving Murphy.
Murphy chuckled.
'We made it to tha Roosevelt, babykins,' he said, 'we're finally here.'
'Yay!' said Emily, holding back a yawn.
'Mike was sayin' tha' Marilyn Monroe stayed 'ere,' said Murphy, 'an' we 'ave it all to ourselves.'
'Marilyn Monroe…' said Emily, smiling sleepily, 'she's one of my idols.'
'Let's go inside ad get settled in,' said Rocco.
'Yes, please,' said Isabelle.
'Murphykins…' said Emily.
'Yes, Babykins?' said Murphy.
'Can you carry me?' asked Emily, 'I'm still sleepy.'
Murphy beamed.
'O' course I can, baby,' he said.
Emily smiled as Murphy got out of Lita and scooped her up in his arms. She kissed his nose.
'I wuv you,' she cooed.
'I wuv you, too,' cooed Murphy.
Connor gagged. Murphy stuck his tongue out at his brother. Emily smacked Murphy on the chest.
'Behave,' she scolded.
'You, too, young man,' I scolded Connor.
Connor pouted. I lifted my head, biting his lower lip. Connor moaned.
'Connor likey,' he whispered.
I purred at Connor. Connor purred back at me, teasingly nipping my nose. I giggled.
Everyone followed Michael into the hotel. I gasped, looking around.
'So…' said Michael, 'what do y'all think?'
'It's gorgeous…' I breathed, 'wow…'
'We have this entire hotel to ourselves,' smiled Michael, 'the famous Marilyn Monroe stayed here, and they named her favourite suite after her. Question is, who wants it more?'
'I DO!' I said loudly.
'Sold!' said Michael, tossing Rebecca the card.
'Yay!' I said, clapping my hands.
'Jane and I will be crashing in the Thompson suite,' said Michael, 'y'all can decide where you're sleeping.'
'Con-Con!' I squealed, kicking my legs impatiently, 'let's go!'
'Settle down, Becky-Boo,' said Connor, 'don't fuss.'
I whined, kicking my legs harder. Connor pulled me up, whispering in my ear.
'Maybe we can role-play,' he whispered gently, 'you can be Marilyn an' I can be yer lover.'
'Ooh…' I purred, 'Con-Con…'
'Ye like that idea, love?' asked Connor.
'I don't like it,' I said, biting my lower lip, 'I love it.'
'I will blow yer skirt off, Ms. Monroe,' purred Connor, nibbling on my ear.
'Rawr!' I purred, 'Connor!'
'Rawr!' purred Connor, nipping my ear.
'Come on!' I said impatiently, 'let's go! Stop teasing and let's get to the fucking pleasing!'
'Patience, love,' said Connor, 'patience.'
'Fuck patience,' I said, 'fuck me.'
'Shh…' said Connor, placing a finger on my lips, 'I'll fuck ye soon.'
I whined. I didn't wanna wait. I've waited long enough.
'If ye don't stop whinin' yer not gettin' any sex at all, young lady,' scolded Connor.
'You're mean,' I grouched.
'Who put Horny Pills in yer coffee this morning?' teased Connor.
'No one,' I said, 'I swear.'
'Ye seem extra cranky an' horny today, love,' said Connor, 'something's up.'
'I'm tired,' I said, resting my head on his chest, 'and you teased me.'
'Because yer adorable,' said Connor, nuzzling my nose.
'I love you,' I said.
'I love ye, too, Princess,' smiled Connor.
I giggled, nipping Connor's neck. Michael had already given everyone their room card so now it was time for the vacation to start.
'Well, why don't we go to our rooms so that Ms. Cranky over there can sleep?' said Rocco.
'Shut the fuck up, Rocco,' I growled.
'She's angry!' laughed Duffy.
I whined loudly. I kicked my feet and flailed my arms, throwing the biggest tantrum I have ever thrown.
'FUCK!' I squealed, 'FUCK THIS SHIT!'
Murphy laughed.
'Looks like we got a fussy baby on our hands,' he teased.
I kicked and screamed harder. Connor struggled to hold me still.
'REBECCA…!' he growled, pressing his lips to mine.
I moaned softly as Connor carried me to our room. The tantrum tactic worked.
'It's about fucking time,' I muttered to myself.
Connor gently placed me on my feet as soon as he reached our suite. He handed me the card, beaming proudly.
'Would ye like to do the honours?' he asked.
I laughed.
'You don't have to ask me twice,' I said, taking the card.
Connor watched as I swiped the card to open the door. Slowly, with my Lady luggage behind me, I walked inside. I gasped.
'Oh. My. God.'
The room was as beautiful as I imagined it. Connor walked in behind me, his eyes wide with wonder.
'Wow…' he breathed, 'this is amazing!'
I gently placed my luggage in a corner of the living room. I jumped onto the bed, laughing like a happy child.
'This bed is so comfy!' I said, rolling around, 'oh, my God!'
Connor laughed.
'Yer so cute when yer happy,' he mused.
I placed my hands gently on the satin sheets, rolling around more. I was laughing so loudly, it alerted Emily.
'Can someone please explain to me why my sister's rolling around laughing like a five-year-old on crack?'
'Hi, Emily,' said Connor, not turning to face her.
Emily walked into the room slowly, frowning as she watched me roll around laughing. She walked up beside Connor, raising a brow.
'Connor…' she said sternly, 'what did you do to my sister?'
'Nothin',' said Connor, 'I didn't do nothin'.'
'You did something,' said Emily.
'No, I didn't,' insisted Connor.
'Yes, you did,' insisted Emily.
'No, I didn't,' said Connor.
'Oh, yes, you did,' said Emily.
'I'm not lyin',' said Connor, 'as soon as we walked in she went all hyper-bonkers.'
'Suuuuuuuuuure,' said Emily, 'whatever you say, Connor.'
'Ask 'er,' said Connor, 'go right ahead, Em.'
Emily sighed.
'REBECCA!'
I growled. I stopped rolling, glaring right at my sister.
'What, Emily?' I said.
'Did Connor slip you crack or did you go all loopy on your own?' asked Emily.
I didn't answer. I picked up a pillow and threw it at Emily.
'Whoa!' said Emily, ducking just in time.
'Damn it!' I growled, 'I missed!'
Emily sighed, hiding her face in her hands.
'Oh, dear…' she said.
I jumped off the bed, running towards Connor. Before I could jump on him or do anything else, he grabbed me, pinning me to the wall.
'Gotcha!' he said.
I giggled.
'Hello, handsome,' I said, kissing his nose.
'Emily…' said Connor.
'What, Connor?' griped Emily.
'I suggest ye leave before ye see shit tha' may or may not give ye night terrors,' said Connor.
'What do you mean?' asked Emily.
Connor didn't answer. He just watched as I reached down and un-zipped his jeans. That clued Emily in.
'I'M OUT!'
Duffy frowned as Emily came bolting out into the hallway. She slammed the door shut, panting hard.
'What's going on in there?' he asked.
Emily went to open her mouth to respond, but she was interrupted by the sound of me moaning loudly.
'OH, CONNOR!' I cried, 'OH, GOD, CONNOR!'
'God, ye make a sexy Marilyn,' purred Connor, 'God…'
Michael laughed.
'Wow,' he chortled, 'Connor can't keep his penis in his pants, can he?'
'What are you guys talking about?' asked Greenly.
'OH, CONNOR! OH, FUCK, CONNOR!'
'HARDER, BABY! HARDER!'
'Is that Rebecca?' said Greenly, frowning slightly.
'Rebecca and Connor,' said Emily.
'If I mentioned Connor in my last sentence, who else would it be, Mr. Sack-O-Matic?'
'Shut up, Michael,' growled Greenly.
'Nah,' said Michael, 'I'm good.'
'What's all the commotion?' asked Dolly, walking up beside Greenly.
'None of your fucking business, dick,' growled Michael.
Dolly opened his mouth, but his voice was drowned out by me screaming. Emily sighed.
'My sister is having sex,' she said, leaning against Duffy, 'what else is new?'
'I swear, Connor is like a hot and horny toad,' sighed Michael, shaking his head, 'it's fucking unreal.'
'What's this about my brother?'
Everyone looked up at Murphy. Michael spoke up.
'He's…'
'OH, FUCK, CONNOR!'
Murphy groaned.
'Having sex,' he said, burying his face in his hand, 'again.'
Dolly sulked as he heard the sounds of Connor and I having hot, sweaty, rough sex. Duffy looked over at Emily, who was still leaning on him.
'Em…' he said nervously.
'Yes?' said Emily.
'You can stop leaning on me now,' said Duffy, 'go lean on your boyfriend.'
Emily sighed. She walked up to Murphy, leaning against his shoulder. Murphy kissed her forehead as I let out another loud shriek of pleasure.
'Damn, that girl's got a set of lungs on her!' said Greenly.
'Who's got a set of lungs on her? What did I miss?'
'Hey, sweetheart,' said Michael, hugging Jane, 'Connor and Rebecca having sex.'
'Oh, dear…' sighed Jane, 'that poor girl won't have a voice.'
'I'm surprised she even has a voice given how many times they fuck each day,' said Murphy.
'You've got that right, doll face,' said Emily.
Dolly grumbled angrily as he heard me scream again. His nostrils flared, his face flushed a deep shade of angry red.
'Fuck you, Connor…' he mumbled to himself.
Michael looked over at Dolly. He grinned deviously, patting the holster in his jeans.
'Do you wish repeat yourself and repeat the Sin City explosion?' he asked.
'Dude, no…' said Dolly nervously, throwing his hands up in surrender.
'Thought so…' said Michael, 'asshole.'
Dolly glared. Then, suddenly, Connor came bursting out of the room. His skin was flushed a deep shade of red, his dirty blond hair sticking up in all directions. He stumbled, clutching onto the doorframe. Michael laughed.
'Oh, wow…' he chortled, 'Connor…'
Murphy looked up at his brother. He collapsed into a fit of hysterical laughter, clinging onto Emily for dear life. Connor frowned.
'What?' he said, 'what's so funny?'
Nobody answered. Michael was laughing so hard, he had to hang onto Jane. Connor frowned, looking at his best friend. Just then, I came up behind Connor, wearing his white dress shirt.
'Looks like I won't be needing that nap,' I teased, jumping on Connor's back, 'I'm wide awake now.'
'Becca…' moaned Connor.
Michael took a deep breath, relinquishing his hold on Jane. He looked right at Connor, mocking his voice.
'Oh God, oh God, fuck me harder Monroe, oh Monroe, harder Ms. Monroe!' he guffawed, 'Jesus fuck Connor, you were either fucked hard by the ghost of Marilyn Monroe or you had way too much fun on porn sites.'
Connor grumbled angrily. Michael looked at the red kiss marks all over Connor's neck and face. He sniggered.
'And uhh…' he said between sniggers, 'nice makeup.'
Connor growled again. Emily looked down, a grin breaking across her face.
'Connor…' she giggled, 'your fly is down…'
Connor looked down. He grumbled angrily as he zipped his jeans, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. I was still perched up on his back, giggling madly.
'So…' said Duffy, 'who wants to go to the beach?'
'ME!' I said, flailing my hand excitedly, 'I DO!'
'Well, what are we waiting for?!' said Emily, 'let's get changed and go!'
Malibu Beach: 1:57 PM
'Wow. The beach is empty today.'
'Even at…1:57 in the afternoon.'
'Well…at least we get the beach to ourselves…'
'True that, sister.'
After we had all finished getting ready (and Connor had wiped all the lipstick off himself) we drove down to Malibu Beach. We were the only ones there. Connor had his head in my lap, purring gently as I ran my fingers through his hair. I looked down at him, smiling.
'Are you comfy?' I asked.
'O' course I am,' said Connor, 'by the way, yer beautiful.'
Murphy gagged. Emily glared at him, Charlie-Horsing his thigh.
'OW!' he cried.
'Behave, mister,' scowled Emily.
Murphy whimpered, holding his leg. Emily looked at him, a stern mother-like look on her face.
'Now are you gonna behave like a good little Saint?' she said.
'Yes,' whimpered Murphy.
'Good,' said Emily, stroking Murphy's hair.
'I forgot to mention,' said Michael, 'everywhere we go, I made sure that it would just be us and the employees.'
'BOO-YAH!' said Isabelle, throwing her hands in the air.
'I wanted this vacation to be perfect,' smiled Michael, 'I also have us booked to visit an arcade, a Go Cart track, and an amusement park.'
'I'm in!' said Greenly.
'Also, we're going to the Hollywood Wax Museum,' said Michael, 'special arrangements were made for the Horror section.'
'No Pinhead?' said Emily, resting her head in Murphy's lap.
'No Pinhead, no Leatherface,' said Michael, 'gone.'
'Oh, thank God,' I said, still stroking Connor's hair, 'I don't need a meltdown.'
'Don't worry,' said Michael, 'I talked to the manager and they had the figures removed.'
'Thank you so fucking much,' I said, still stroking Connor's hair, 'you're a life-saver.'
'You're welcome, Rebecca,' smiled Michael.
I laughed. Connor looked up at me, his baby blue eyes dancing mischievously. I frowned at him.
'What?' I said, 'why are you looking at me like that for?'
'Oh,' said Connor, 'no reason.'
I furrowed my brow at Connor. Dolly grumbled to himself, watching us. Michael glared.
'Shut the fuck up, Dolly,' he growled.
I laughed. Then, suddenly, Connor nipped my stomach. I jumped, squeaking like a baby mouse. Connor looked up at me, surprised.
'Did ye jus' squeak?!' he laughed.
I nodded, placing my free hand on my stomach. Damn me and being so ticklish.
'Oh!' chuckled Connor, 'I found a weak spot!'
I growled.
'You're such an asshole,' I grouched.
Connor chuckled. He nipped my stomach again, causing me to squeak louder.
'Connor!' I squealed, 'stop! EEK!'
Connor laughed.
'Never!' he proclaimed, nipping at my stomach again.
'CONNOR!' I choked between squeaks, 'STOP IT!'
Connor looked up at me innocently, batting his lashes. I glared.
'You suck,' I said.
Connor chuckled. He gave one long, hard nip to my stomach again. I squeaked, louder this time, jumping slightly. Michael clapped his hand over his mouth, fighting back laughter. Emily sniggered.
'What's so funny?' I choked.
'You sound like a baby mouse,' giggled Emily, 'it's hilarious.'
I raised my free hand, flipping Emily off. Jane looked up at me, raising her sunglasses so she could look at me.
'I hate to say it, but I agree with your sister,' she said, 'you do sound like a baby mouse.'
'And a fucking squeak toy, too!' said Michael, laughing hysterically.
'Not my fault I'm ticklish…' I pouted.
'Did someone say ticklish?' teased Connor, cocking an amused brow.
'Fuck off, Connor,' I warned, 'you've done enough damage, mister.'
Connor smirked. He sat up, raising his hands, ready to tickle me. I growled.
'I'm fucking warning you,' I said, 'don't do it.'
Connor didn't listen. He pinned me to the towel, tickling my sides. I shrieked, squirming, trying to free myself from under my fiance.
'CONNOR, YOU ASSHOLE!' I cried, 'STOP IT!'
Connor laughed. He nipped at my stomach, tickling me harder. A strangled squeak erupted at the back of my throat as I squirmed some more, fighting against him.
'STOP!' I choked, 'STOP!'
Connor stopped. He hovered over me, his face just inches from mine. He smiled.
'Yer cute,' he said, kissing my cheek.
'Yeah, well, my stomach hurts,' I said, 'thanks, jerk.'
'I'm sorry,' said Connor, gently kissing my stomach, 'better?'
I smirked.
'Lower…' I said.
'Later, baby,' said Connor.
'Uh-uh,' I said, 'you're doing it now.'
Connor chewed his lip. I decided to wear my skimpy blue bikini with the thong bottom, and let's just say it's very…revealing.
'You do look very tempting…' said Connor slowly, 'so very tempting…'
'Uh-oh…' said Duffy, 'looks like we got a sexual situation on our hands…'
'Connor…' said Murphy, sounding very alarmed, 'not here…not now…'
'Shut up, Murphy!' I growled.
Connor didn't even acknowledge his brother. He just stared, licking his lips. I laughed.
'Come on,' I said, thrusting upwards, 'you know you want to.'
'Uh-huh…' whimpered Connor, slowly leaning his head in closer.
'Connor, no…' whispered Emily, 'no…'
'Connor!' cried Michael, hiding his face, 'what the fuck?!'
Connor didn't respond. He leaned his head in closer, his eyes dancing under his long, gorgeous dirty-blond lashes. I purred.
'Good boy,' I coaxed, 'good boy.'
Connor slowly but carefully pulled my bikini bottoms down. He placed his lips inches from me, blowing on my clit. I moaned softly, squirming slightly. Greenly frowned.
'Is it just me or has California made Rebecca friskier than normal?' he asked.
'I thought Sin City was bad,' said Murphy, hiding his face, 'ugh.'
'Ooh, Connor…' I moaned as he continued to blow on my clit, 'Conny-Wonny…ooh…'
Connor smirked. Slowly and carefully, he snaked his tongue out, teasing my folds. He moved his head over, giving my clit a teasing lick. I shivered slightly as a small wave of pleasure coursed through my veins. Dolly watched, his face flushing a deep shade of angry red. Then, finally, Connor put his face in closer, licking me faster. Michael jumped up, running away as far as he could.
'JESUS FUCK, Y'ALL!' he cried.
Connor didn't pay attention. He worked his tongue around in a rosy bud, causing me to gasp and moan, arching my back.
'Con-Con…' I purred, 'ooh, baby…'
Murphy covered his eyes. Everyone else just watched in horror. I gasped as I felt my body beginning to tense up, a low, horny purr erupting at the back of my throat.
'That's it, baby…' I moaned, 'right there…ooh…'
Connor growled. He shook his head, increasing the pleasure. Suddenly, my body tensed up so much I came without even realizing it. I moaned loudly, panting as Connor licked up every last drop before putting my bottoms back on.
'Damn, girl,' growled Connor, kissing my lips, 'yer a naughty little bitch.'
I nodded, still panting from the orgasm. I looked up, calling out.
'Michael!' I said, 'it's safe! You can come back now!'
'Are you sure?' Michael called back.
I laughed.
'Yes!' I said, 'come on! I'm dressed!'
Michael came out from hiding. He walked back over to his towel, sitting next to Jane. Dolly growled as Connor pulled me on top of him, kissing my neck.
'God damn it…' I said, 'wow…'
Dolly growled again. Michael glared at him.
'Sin City,' he muttered under his breath.
Dolly huffed. Connor had gone from kissing my neck to nipping it, causing me to giggle madly.
'Connor…' I said, 'down, boy…'
Connor barked playfully, slightly growling as he kissed my shoulder. I laughed.
'Bad dog,' I said, 'bad, bad dog.'
Connor laughed, howling like a wolf. Murphy groaned.
'My brother 'as turned into a fuckin' dog…' he said, 'dear Lord…'
Connor growled at Murphy. I looked at him sternly.
'Settle down, Connor,' I scolded, 'settle down.'
Connor sighed.
'Fine…' he growled.
'Oh, don't grouch,' I said, nipping his ear.
'Am not,' pouted Connor.
I giggled.
'You're so cute when you pout,' I said, playfully nipping his lower lip.
Connor chuckled.
'Yer adorable,' he said, kissing my cheek.
I giggled softly, stroking Connor's cheek. Duffy smiled at us.
'You two really do make an adorable couple,' he said.
'Aww, I said, beaming, 'thank you, Detective.'
'Well, it's true,' said Duffy, 'you guys are adorable.'
'Well, you're sweet,' I smiled, 'unlike a certain somebody.'
I glared over in Dolly's direction. And it wasn't just any glare, it was my cold, evil death-glare.
'If looks could kill…' whispered Paul.
'It's killing, Paul,' said Michael, 'on the inside. The creepy stalker that isn't dating Rebecca.'
Murphy looked up. He turned his head in my direction, whistling.
'Whoo!' he said, 'what made her soul go cold?'
Rocco pointed over to Dolly, who was half-cowering behind Greenly. Murphy laughed.
'Oh,' he said, 'right. Dolly.'
'I've been on tha receivin' end o' tha' glare,' said Connor, 'it's like lookin' at Death itself.'
I turned my attention away from Dolly. I looked at Connor, the glare still fixed upon my face. Connor frowned at me.
'Why are ye glarin' at me?' he asked nervously, 'wha' did I do?'
'I think she's teasing you, Connor,' giggled Emily.
'I fuckin' hope so,' said Connor, 'fuck.'
I decided to up the tension. I leaned in closer to Connor, my eyes turning colder. Connor gulped.
'Murphy…' he whimpered, 'help…'
'Uh-uh,' said Murphy, cuddling Emily closer to him, 'yer on yer own, Con.'
I leaned in even closer now. Connor slightly backed away, his eyes wide with fear.
'Emily…' he whined, 'Emily…'
'Nope,' said Emily, 'I'm too busy cuddling.'
Emily kissed Murphy on the cheek. Murphy smirked, pulling her in closer to him.
Now it was time to really turn it up. Still glaring, I crawled towards Connor, my eyes locked on his. Connor whimpered.
'Someone…' he said frantically backing up, 'anyone…HELP…!'
'She's not my fiancée, holmes,' said Romeo.
'Sorry,' said Michael, 'no-can-do-bro.'
Connor growled. Slowly, I put my face closer to his, my eyes still locked on his. Connor whined, shutting his eyes tight. Then, suddenly, I smirked, kissing him on the nose. Connor's eyes flew open.
'Wha…?' he said, sounding very stunned, 'what…?'
I giggled.
'Gotcha,' I teased, kissing his nose again.
Connor didn't answer. All he could do was blink. Angelica giggled.
'Becks…' she said, 'I think you killed him…'
I giggled.
'Works every time,' I said.
Connor still didn't say a word. Romeo laughed.
'Hey, Con!' he said, 'are you okay, bro?'
'I think my own fiancée jus' trolled me…' breathed Connor, 'damn…'
I giggled.
'I love you,' I said, kissing his neck.
Connor didn't say anything. He fell back against the towel, groaning like a dying whale.
'I think you broke him, Beck,' chuckled Rocco.
'I think so,' I laughed.
Romeo looked over Connor. He snapped his fingers, trying to wake Connor up.
'Hey!' he said, 'Hey! Ese! You awake holmes?'
Connor didn't answer. He just made dying whale noises again. I giggled, crawling on top of him.
'Wakey-wakey, Conny-Wonny,' I teased, rubbing my tits in his face 'wakey-wakey.'
'Yer a bitch,' moaned Connor.
'He's awake!' I declared.
'Only because ye rubbed yer fuckin' tits in my damn face,' growled Connor.
'But you loved it,' I teased, kissing his nose again.
Connor smirked. His eyes locked on my chest, eying my cleavage. He purred.
'God, yer hot…' he moaned.
I giggled.
'And you are one sexy motherfucker,' I teased, nipping Connor's shoulder.
Connor growled playfully. Isabelle sighed.
'Keep it in your trunks, Connor,' she said.
'Please,' groaned Michael.
Jane laughed. I nipped Connor's shoulder again, giggling.
'I wuv you,' I cooed at him.
'I wuv you, too,' Connor cooed back, nuzzling my nose.
Dolly crossed his arms. He growled angrily, seething with jealousy and anger. Michael glared at him, his eyes turning cold. Emily sighed.
'I am going to be so tan by the end of this week,' she said, 'I might tan naked by the pool later.'
'Naked, ye say?' said Murphy, cocking an amused brow.
'Naked,' repeated Emily, 'makes my tan more even.'
'Mind if I join ye?' teased Murphy.
'Nope,' said Emily, 'girls only, Murphykins.'
Murphy pouted. Emily sighed.
'I'm sorry, baby,' she said, kissing his cheek, 'you can peek.'
'I may 'ave ta take ye up on tha' offer,' said Murphy, grinning deviously.
Emily laughed.
'Naked tanning sounds like a fantastic idea,' I said, 'I could use it.'
'Looks like we got some spyin' ta do, Murph,' smirked Connor.
'Fuckin' righ' we do!' said Murphy.
'That's 'ow tha MacManus Brothers roll!' said Connor, high-fiving Murphy.
'Oh. My. God…' sighed Emily.
'Children, please,' said Rebecca.
'Oh, Dios mio…' groaned Romeo.
'I think I may join you girls,' smiled Angelica, 'I could use a nice naked tanning session with my gorgeous cousins.'
Romeo stared at Angelica, his eyes widening. Isabelle laughed.
'I think you got him, Angie,' she teased, 'he looks like a deer in headlights.'
'I know how to push my Papi's buttons,' giggled Angelica, rubbing Romeo's back.
'And I know how to push yours,' teased Romeo, growling seductively.
'Papi!' giggled Angelica, 'ooh!'
'She learned all her button-pushing skills from me,' I said, grinning mischievously, 'I love pushing Connor's buttons.'
'An' I know 'ow ta push yers…' smirked Connor, 'in bed.'
'I want an example,' I purred.
'Oh?' said Connor, hovering over me, 'ye do, do ye?'
'Yes, please,' I said.
Connor smirked. He gently tugged on the string of my bikini top, his eyes twinkling.
'This bikini…' he purred, 'it's botherin' me a bit. I want ye to take it off.'
'And if I don't?' I said.
'You'll be punished,' said Connor.
I smirked.
'How?'
'Like this,' said Connor, squeezing my inner thighs.
'Sexual punishment,' I moaned, 'you ass.'
'I'll squeeze again if ye don't take yer damn bikini off,' said Connor, 'ye know better.'
I smirked. I got up, turning around. Slowly, I pulled down my bottoms. I didn't do it fully 'cause there was no way I was stripping naked in front of Dolly.
'That's a good girl,' purred Connor, 'nice an' slow.'
'Connor…' groaned Emily.
I slowly pulled my bottoms down more, turning around to face Connor now. A low purr erupted at the back of his throat as he watched me slowly rotate my hips, teasing him. He motioned for me to come towards him, a playful smirk spreading across his perfect lips.
'Come 'ere, baby,' he said softly, 'come ta Daddy.'
I didn't move. Connor growled.
'Not listenin' to Daddy,' he said, shaking his head, 'yer a bad girl.'
'Oh, don't be such a prude,' I teased.
'Tha more ye disobey, tha harder I'm gonna spank ye,' said Connor, 'come 'ere.'
'You're gonna have to wait, Con-Con,' I said.
'Connor, listen to your girl and wait until we're back at the hotel,' said Emily, 'I think you giving her oral was enough horror for today.'
Connor made a face at Emily. Then he turned his attention back to me.
'Yer fucked when we return to our suite, young lady,' he sneered.
'I feel bad for whoever got stuck next to us,' I said, sitting in Connor's lap.
'Agreed,' said Greenly, 'especially because of how loud your Scream-O-Meter goes.'
'Shut it, Mike Tyson,' I hissed.
'Aww…' teased Greenly, frowning slightly.
'I wanna swim,' said Isabelle.
'Me, too,' said Jane.
'Let's go, then!' said Michael, sprinting towards the water, 'last one in's a rotten Saint!'
I laughed.
'Not me!' I said, chasing after him.
'Fuck you, Mike!' chortled Murphy, 'I ain't no rotten Saint!'
'I refuse ta let Rotten Saint be added ta me long list of nicknames!' said Connor, 'fuck all o' ye!'
'Then run, Rope Bitch!' I laughed, 'run for your fucking life!'
Connor growled. He panted hard, trailing not too far behind me.
'I gotta lay off tha damn smokes…' he growled between pants, 'fuck…'
'More like you gotta lay off the sex!' taunted Rocco.
'Fuck off, Rocco!' hissed Connor.
'NEVER!' declared Rocco.
Michael looked back. Jane wasn't too far behind him. He called to her.
'You keeping up, babe?' he said.
'Yes!' called Jane, 'I'm fine!'
Romeo came sprinting in front of Murphy. Murphy growled.
'Back off, Romeo!' he said, stiff-arming him in the face and running ahead of him.
'Damn it, Murphy!' growled Romeo.
Paul came running past Angelica and Isabelle. He laughed.
'Come on, kids!' he teased, 'you don't want to lose to me!'
'Slow poke!' called Jane, looking back at her dad.
'Look who's talking!' teased Michael.
'SHUT UP!' said Jane, doing her best Achmed impression.
'No, thank you!' said Michael.
Jane laughed.
'Almost there, homies!' called Romeo.
Emily frowned as Murphy ran in front of her. She growled.
'Move it, Murphy!' she said, shoving him aside.
'Ha-ha!' laughed Connor.
'Shut up!' growled Murphy.
'I'm gonna win!' I said, running up beside Emily.
'Not if I can help it!' said Emily.
Rocco panting, running between Duffy and Greenly. Dolly had fallen behind, not bothering to run anymore 'cause he was so out of breath.
'Damn, you girls are fast!' wheezed Rocco.
'Track and field, Rocco!' I called.
'Gold medalists, too!' called Emily.
Murphy panted hard, trailing behind Emily.
'God damn it, Em!' he growled, 'slow down!'
Emily laughed. She ran into the water, throwing her hands up in victory.
'I WIN!' she declared.
'SECOND!' hollered Murphy, tackling Emily.
'THIRD!' I said, jumping on Murphy's back.
'FOURTH!' said Connor.
'FIFTH!' said Michael, spearing Connor.
'FUCK!' roared Connor.
Everyone laughed. Everyone came running into the water, laughing and splashing. Just then, Greenly had an idea.
'CHICKEN FIGHT!' he declared.
'Chicken Fight?' said Duffy, raising a brow, 'let's make a bet: if I win, I get your next pay. If you win, you get my next pay.'
Greenly smirked.
'You're on,' he said.
'Alright!' said Duffy, 'let's do this!'
'I call Green Beans!' I said, jumping on Greenly's back.
'Then I guess I get Emy-Ems,' chuckled Duffy.
Emily smiled.
'Emy-Ems,' she repeated, 'cute.'
Duffy smiled.
'Are you ready to kick some ass?' he said.
Emily grinned.
'Hoist me up, Duffy!' she said.
Duffy laughed. He swam up under Emily, hoisting her up on his shoulders. Emily laughed, holding onto him so she wouldn't fall. I was already up on Greenly's shoulders, ready to kick some ass.
'Alright!' said Duffy, 'let's do this!'
'That's my girl!' cheered Murphy.
'Kick some ass, Becca-Bear!' cheered Connor.
I laughed.
'I will!' I said.
'Not if I have anything to do with it,' said Emily.
'You're going down, bitch!' I said.
'Bitch, please!' said Emily.
'Ooh!' said Paul, 'cat fight!'
'Shit just got real,' said Michael.
'Ye got this, baby!' said Murphy, 'come on!'
'Fuck no,' said Connor, 'my Becca-Bear's gonna kick 'er ass.'
'Settle down, boys,' said Angelica, 'both of them have wonderful balance.'
Murphy growled, glaring at Connor.
'Yer lucky tha' I won't kick yer ass righ' now,' he hissed.
'Just ye wait,' growled Connor.
'I'll be ready, asshole,' grouched Murphy.
I reached out towards Emily. I swatted at her, my heart full of determination. Emily laughed.
'Is that all you got?' she taunted, swatting back.
Greenly swayed a bit. Duffy laughed.
'Take that, Sack-O-Matic!' he said.
'Fuck you, Duffy!' growled Greenly.
'Come on, Green Beans!' I encouraged, 'we got this!'
'You're lucky you're light,' said Greenly.
'Oh, David…' I giggled.
'Wow,' laughed Greenly, 'my name has never sounded so good.'
I laughed.
'Come on, Emy-Ems!' said Duffy, 'they're distracted!'
Emily smirked. She slapped me across the face. Hard. Greenly swayed slightly, gripping my legs for dear life.
'Whoa…' he said, regaining his balance.
'Damn it, David!' I growled.
'Come on, Rebecca!' said Greenly, regaining composure, 'we can't lose!'
I grinned. I raised my left hand, back-handing Emily. She swayed, almost falling backwards. She growled, going to slap me. I ducked.
'Ha!' I said, 'you missed!'
Emily growled.
'Come on, Emykins!' cheered Murphy, 'ye got this, Baby Girl!'
'Come on, Becky-Boo!' cheered Connor, 'if ye win' I'll reward ye!'
'How?' I asked.
'Concentrate an' I'll tell ye,' said Connor, 'if ye win.'
I grinned deviously. I shoved Emily as hard as I could. She almost fell, but Duffy kept her suspended. I shoved her again, causing her to fall this time.
'FUCK YEAH!' I declared.
'YES!' cried Connor, 'IN YER FACE, MURPHY!'
Murphy growled. Connor swam around him, dancing. Murphy glared.
'Fuck off, Connor…' he muttered under his breath.
I laughed, sliding off Greenly's shoulders. I swam in front him, beaming proudly.
'You're the best!' I said, planting a kiss on his lips.
Connor laughed.
'That's yer good job reward,' he said as I swam into his arms, 'good job!'
Greenly didn't say anything. He blinked furiously, his face flushed a deep shade of red. Romeo laughed.
'Uh-oh,' he teased, 'I think you broke him, Mami.'
I laughed.
'Sorry, David,' I said.
Greenly still didn't say a word. He gently ran his fingers along his lips, smiling as he felt the stickiness of my lip gloss on his fingers. Dolly glared at him, his eyes turning cold, fuming with pure anger and jealousy.
'That was a good Chicken Fight, y'all,' said Michael, 'next time, I'll bring a waterproof camera.'
'I may have lost, but I had a good partner,' smiled Emily, kissing Duffy on the cheek.
'Aww, shucks…' said Duffy, blushing slightly.
Emily giggled. She swam over to Murphy, smiling brightly. Murphy took her in his arms, beaming proudly.
'Ye did a good job, baby,' he said, kissing her nose, 'I'm proud o' ye.'
'Thank you, baby,' beamed Emily, kissing Murphy's cheek.
'We should probably go,' said Angelica, wrapping her arms around Romeo's neck, 'if we want that naked tanning session, we should leave now or else we're gonna be here all day.'
'I agree,' said Isabelle, 'let's fucking go!'