Hey guys, I'm sorry I haven't updated anything in forever. I've been going to school full time and I have a job. Hopefully now that I have about 2 weeks left of school, I can get back into the swing of writing. :D
Stephanie woke up with Paul's arms around her and his face buried in her neck. She smiled and pushed his arm to his side, surprised to see his nephew Joey asleep at the bottom of the bed between their legs, "Joey, honey, how did you end up in here?" She gently tugged on his shoulder.
Joey yawned silently while staring at her, "there's too many people on the bed, I didn't fit anymore."
"What do you mean there's too many people on the bed, its only you three little ones," she shook Paul's arm, "get up," she climbed out of bed and followed Joey down the small hallway to her old bedroom, where the door was open just an inch.
"Sister came in here and I couldn't fit," he motioned for her to lean down, "she said Shawn was snoring too loud."
"Well I hope you go some sleep in our bed, did you?" They quietly walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, "you want some cereal?"
"Yes, please," he sat at the dining table while Stephanie poured a bowl of Fruit Loops for him, "thank you auntie," he smiled and began to eat.
"Morning Steph," Shawn stood in the doorway, Ellie's arms wrapped around his leg, "I'm sure there's something we can get you for breakfast," he sat her down in the chair beside Joey, "you want some Fruit Loops sweetheart?"
"Yes daddy," she whispered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she occasionally glanced over at Joey, "hi."
"Hi," he giggled, "what's your name?"
"Emily," she stared up at Shawn as he handed her the bowl of cereal, "thank you," she quietly spooned the cereal into her mouth.
Shawn stood in front of the coffee maker, "so, Stephanie, when did this whole thing between you and Paul begin?"
She blushed and tried to push past him, but he didn't move, "Shawn," she rolled her eyes, "get out of my way."
"I just want to know, because the last time him and I talked, you two were only married, nothing more."
"Is this supposed to be some sort of weird relationship advice? Something tells me that you, of all people, should refrain yourself from giving any of that."
"No, this isn't relationship advice," he scoffed, moving out of her way, "it makes me laugh, there's so much more you don't know about him. I think its honesty time."
"What?" She looked at him, "what do you know that I don't?"
"I've already said too much," a smirk across his face. He took his cup of coffee and sat down at the table, "how did you sleep honey?" He leaned over towards his daughter, waiting to see Stephanie make her move.
She took a coffee cup out of the cupboard, thinking, she put it on the counter and walked back down the hallway towards the bedroom, "morning," she sat next to him, "how'd you sleep?"
"Alright," he smiled and sat up, "is everyone awake?"
"No, just Joey, Emily and Shawn," she hated herself for what she was about to say, "I hate to sound like a whiny bitch, but, what does Shawn know that I don't?"
"What are you talking about? What did he say?" He grumbled, knowing Shawn had a problem when it came to keeping his mouth shut.
"I don't know, what could he have said?" She sighed, "I didn't really want to bring this up right now, but he just keeps waving this something in front of my face."
"Hmm," he sat up and walked towards the bathroom, "can we bring this up again when we don't have all these people in our house?"
She nodded, "alright, fine, we'll talk about it later. When you forget and pretend like you have no idea what I'm talking about."
"I promise that we can talk about this later. I won't forget, I promise," he smiled, "what did Shawn say to you?"
"He said there's so much about you that I don't know. Then he proceeded to tell me it was 'honesty time', whatever that's supposed to mean. And when I asked what he knew, he was like, I've already said too much."
"He's just being a jackass, don't think too hard on what he says to you," he closed the bathroom door behind him. Once she heard the toilet flush, she jumped up to close and lock the bedroom door, "what are you doing?"
"I'm gonna take a shower," she smirked, her arms wrapping around his neck, their lips inches apart from each other. He leaned in to kiss her, but she took a step back, "you do what you want."
His face turned red, "I don't know what that's supposed to mean."
She slowly backed up into the bathroom, pulling the shoulder strap of her nightgown down to her arm, "take a hint," she giggled, "I think you need to take a shower too."
"What?" He was confused, "Stephanie, what are you doing?"
"Like I said, take a hint," she gave out a frustrated sigh, "I'm trying to make you come in here."
"But what about everyone out there?" He motioned to the door, "is Shawn awake?"
"Yeah," she grabbed onto his T-shirt, "come on," she roughly pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door, "I figure if we do it in the shower, nobody will hear because of the water, and everyone still thinks you're asleep so they'll think its just me taking a shower."
He stood still as she undressed him down to his boxers, "are you okay?" He cooperated, knowing the result would be just as rewarding for him, "I can't say anyone's every wanted me this bad."
"It's been a really long time, and I think I'm PMS'ing." She lifted her nightgown above her head. She nervously crossed her arms in front of her stomach once she caught him staring, "what?"
"Can I just say, you can't even tell that you've ever been pregnant. Your body doesn't show it." He couldn't take his eyes off her chest, "you're beautiful Stephanie."
She quickly spun around and turned the water on, "my boobs are bigger. Just wait until I stop breastfeeding."
"If they get bigger after you quit, we might have to do this again," he pulled his boxers down, then stuck his finger in the elastic of her underwear, "we actually get to do it this time?"
She turned back around and kissed him, "yeah," she whined, his beard tickling her neck. His hand slid in the back of her underwear, "why don't you take them off," she giggled, both his hands pushing the sides of her panties down.
"You ever done this in the shower before?" He hoisted her up in his arms and gently pressed her up against the tile wall of the shower, "I've had my bouts with shower sex."
"I actually haven't done this before," she rested her head against the wall, moaning as he grinded into her. Her hands squeezed the muscles in his arms, which were huge holding her weight. It was thrilling, how quickly things moved, how unexpected it was, knowing Shawn was in the kitchen, suspicious as always. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on how great he felt between her legs.
"We have to finish this some other way," he whispered in her ear, "my back hurts," he slowly lowered her so her feet, "we could always use the floor," he smiled and moved in to kiss her neck, "its up to you."
"There's no way I'm just gonna stop without finishing anything," she twirled a strand of his wet hair around her fingers.
"The floor it is then," he watched as she got down on the floor, "it might be easier if you got on your hands and knees."
"Oh, you want it that way huh?" She shook her head, "I guess I should have figured that if we were getting on the floor." She got down on her hands and knees, just like he suggested, then the feeling of his stomach against her back almost seemed to surprise her.
He was hunched over her, grunting and whispering in her ear, "shh, keep your voice down."
She couldn't, the overbearing feeling of pleasure made her want to scream. She opened her mouth to give him a sassy remark but nothing came out. She was about to let out her ending cry when he covered her mouth. He kept his hand over her mouth until she was quiet, then put it back down for balance, "oh my God."
"Why did you cover my mouth?" She took deep breaths, looking up to see her wet hair surrounding her face, and his, tangled up with it. She felt his lips on the back of her neck, "what are you doing?" She moved over and sat on the floor, "we just did that. Oh my God, it had been so long." She pushed her hair back out of her face.
"You have no idea. You have an eight month old baby, at least you've gotten some in the past two years," he leaned towards her, "its been like ten years, every time I almost got some, the phone would ring."
"No wonder, it makes sense how quickly you got 'him' up," she laughed, "don't think I didn't notice how fast you were able to do that."
"How much more time do you think we have?"
"For what? We can't do it again, an hour-long shower is kind of suspicious don't you think?"
"Fuck, I guess so," he stood up and opened the shower door, "maybe when you take a shower tomorrow, I can help." He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door.