Thank you for all of your reviews.
I still don't own Thunderbirds.
The next morning John swanned into the kitchen giving his Grandma a kiss on the cheek and complimenting her on how good breakfast smelt.
Scott looked up slowing the way he chewed his toast while looking at John inquisitively.
"The club is alive with the sound of music, who's that girl in the spotlight, ooh cuz she turns me on!" John said busting some moves around the kitchen while preparing his breakfast.
"John Glenn Tracy!" his Grandma snapped, "I shall not have you talking like that at meal times!"
"But it's a song, Grandma!" John said defending himself.
"I don't care what it is, you don't talk like that!" she said sharply pointing her finger an inch away from his nose. "I am going to go and wake your brothers, when I come back down I expect you to be at least sat down and eating," she said as she left the kitchen.
John finished preparing his breakfast, sat down in front of Scott and started to eat.
"Okay, so what gives?" Scott asked looking at John and swallowing the toast that he had been chewing on for the last five minutes.
"I really don't know what you mean, Scott," he said innocently.
Scott sat looking at his younger brother with a piece of toast in his hand at the same time running his tongue round his bottom teeth clearing any stray bits of toast. John said nothing.
"You two had your wicked way with each other didn't you?" Scott said in a flat tone.
"Might have," John said grinning.
"Welcome to manhood Jonny Boy!" Scott said high fiving John across the table. "So was it what you expected?"
"No, I had a bit a trouble," John said hesitating.
"What trouble did you have? You do realise that you can't 'cock up' sex as that is what you are meant to do!" Scott said sniggering.
"If all you're going to do is make jokes, then I'm not talking to you about this!" John said feeling a little hurt.
"I'm sorry, what 'trouble' did you have?" Scott asked.
"I had trouble….navigating," John said closing his eyes.
"How do you mean?" Scott asked raising an eyebrow.
"I accidently put it in her belly button," John said just at the wrong moment.
"What did you put into who's belly button," his Grandma walked in.
"Huh?" John said jumping at her sudden re-appearance.
"It's 'pardon', John and answer the question."
'Crap' John thought how am I going to explain this one.
"He was just talking to me about gym class, weren't you John," Scott said "he accidently hit a tennis ball into someone belly button, you know how clumsy John is, Grandma!" he said for his own benefit as he really wanted to know how his brother mistook a belly button for lady parts.
"Yes, that's it, that's what happened," John said giving Scott a grateful nod.
"Really." His Grandma said flatly. "Right I'm am just going to take this coffee up to your Dad," she said exiting the kitchen once more.
"John," Scott sighed shaking his head. "Please tell me how you, erm 'got lost'," he said not quite believing it.
"I don't know, I was trying to remember everything everyone had told me, I guess, I got confused!" he said.
"Well you know what they say, every holes a goal!" then another thought occurred to him, "You know John, that's not you know, 'doing it',"
"I know that! What do you think I am? An amateur?"
"From someone who has just gone and mistaken a belly button for it, I would say that's quite an accurate statement!" Scott exclaimed.
"Touché," John said agreeing. "I found the right place eventually though, it's not easy your first time!"
"Again, welcome to manhood!"
Meanwhile Grandma had made her way upstairs almost getting mowed down by a hyperactive Gordon as he flew down the stairs.
Softly knocking on Jeff's door, she let herself in.
"Jefferson," she said in a soft voice. She looked round the room seeing empty scotch bottles everywhere. Shaking her head at the fact the fact her son looked like he had a drink problem.
"Jefferson!" she said a little more sharply making him stir.
"Mmmm Mother," he said not really wanting to be disturbed.
"Jefferson I brought you some coffee," she said placing it on his bedside table. "We have to talk,"
"Not now Mother," he said sleepily.
"Yes now," she said seeing him fall back asleep. "I think one of your sons is having sexual relations!" she blurted out, if that wasn't going to wake him nothing would.
Jeff was lying on his back and opened his eyes sharpish.
"What!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, I believe so, although not 100%," she said cautiously not wanting to give her son a heart attack.
"So what makes you think that he is?" he said propping himself upright and picking up his coffee.
"He said, I accidently put it in her belly button," she said "What do you think of that?"
"I assume we are talking about John?" his mother nodded, "Mother, John is a responsible young man and I have talked to him about this already so let that be an end to it." He said before his Mother could say anything.
"Well you couldn't have done a very good job if that's where he's putting it!"
Jeff rolled his eyes at the lecture ignoring her.
"I know it's been a long time since I've made love,"
"MOTHER!" Jeff exclaimed wincing.
"But I do not believe they have changed it!" she said talking over her son.
Jeff pinched the top of his nose shaking his head.
"Mom, quit saying stuff like that!" he said through clenched teeth. "I know you're my Mother and I am sure you had….urges," he said the last word shuddering, "at one time but we don't need to hear about them all the time!"
"Maybe, but I am not the person in question here, it's John, your son," she said.
"I know and I am not going to worry about this!" he said knowing he was going to loose this fight.
"He is not married, therefore shouldn't be having sex!" She said crossly.
"Mother times have changed," he said tiredly, "I am going to go back to sleep, I will talk to John a bit later on, Okay?" snuggling back down under the bed covers.
"Fine, make sure you do!" she said leaving her son to recover from his hangover.
Please R&R