Phoar Gillian had a smoking hot body. Cal watched her lying in the sun, her tan well established after nearly a week in the Florida heat. Even Cal had to admit he had a bit of a tan considering... but not like Gillian. She was golden and beautiful and her bikini was the perfect complement to her skin, which glistened from sun block and sweat. Oh god he was imagining dirty things. And he should not. Definitely not. They were in public.
They had arrived just after lunch, settled in, put on a load of washing and walked the few blocks to the beach. Tomorrow they'd be out to the Cape to see all the NASA things and probably more beach time. Then home again the day after. Just like that, and family holiday time was over.
"I can feel you watching me," Gillian suddenly spoke. She had her eyes closed, her face turned to the sun and Cal was thinking she might have fallen asleep.
"You can not," he retorted.
"Can," Gillian responded simply.
Cal shifted closer to where she was lying and she put up a hand to fend him off. Like her measly little hand was going to stop him from leaning in for a kiss. She smelt like vanilla, which was better than the stuff she slathered all over their kids. The vanilla stuff was some sort of tanning lotion or something and it had a lower SPF rating than the one for the boys and it smelt delicious. It made him want to nibble at her neck. Except it tasted disgusting, which kind of ruined the fun.
Gillian gave a little hmm. Her skin was scorching hot when Cal pressed against it. "How have you not witha-ed away in the heat?" He murmured against her ear. He hated that it was so hot. It was uncomfortably hot and the shade of the large beach umbrella that he had completely commandeered was not helping. Not one bit.
"Years of practice," Gillian responded. She had still not opened her eyes and the hand against his chest had eased off so it was merely resting there. "Are you keeping an eye on our kids?" She added sharply.
"Of course I am," Cal retorted. But he still turned his head to look and for a second was panicked. Where were they? He searched out the sun-bleached hair of his six year old and the darker but still light brown. Oh they were over there. They were harder to spot with sun hats on. He had merely misplaced them. Phew.
"Uh huh, and what are they doing?"
"Buildin' a sand castle," Cal answered easily.
Gillian went quiet but her hand suddenly started stroking against his chest. Cal leaned in closer for more soft kisses along the edge of her jaw. She sighed heavily. "Don't," she requested meekly. "I want you so badly right now," she told him in a low tone.
"Tonight," Cal reminded her.
"Kay," she whispered back.
But she still didn't open her eyes and Cal kept his gaze focussed on her throat and skin. He pressed a kiss against her pulse and felt it pounding strong and steady. Actually he should really not let this go too far otherwise he'd have to dig himself a massive hole in the sand to hide in.
Good lord.
He rolled away from her with a groan. The sun was hot, she was hot, Cal was hot. Too hot. "I'm gonna go have a cold showa," Cal announced, spying the showers at the top of the beach that were there to wash the sand off before people headed back into town, back to their condos, back to their hotels. He shifted to his knees.
"What?" Gillian's eyes flew open and she sat up a little. And she looked, damn her, she looked at his groin.
"Not because of that," Cal told her off, getting to his feet. It was partly because of that. "It's hot," he complained.
Gillian looked a little bashful and tried to hide it by searching in the beach bag. She produced her phone and checked the time. It was well after midday now, the worst of the heat of the sun. Hopefully, it would rain soon and cool things down again. Cal had started to get used to it, to look forward to it, but he couldn't see a black cloud in sight. Not any freaking cloud.
"We should head back soon," Gillian noted.
"Yeah," Cal agreed. Because, oh yeah, he was starting to get hungry. And if he was starting to feel hungry pretty soon they were going to have two starving boys on their hands.
PJ
When Owen woke up the room was still dark and he was confused. He sat up but Lewis was still in bed and there was a light under the door. The one that went back out to the living room. Owen looked at the clock between his bed and his brother's bed but the letters were fuzzy and he couldn't make them out. But it had to be still night time because it was dark and the light was on. Mum and Dad must still be awake. Mum said she would turn the light out when she went to bed and then he would know if he woke up and it was dark if he was allowed to get up or not. But what if the light was on and he was awake, was he allowed to get up then? He wasn't sure.
Owen kicked away the covers and slid to the floor. The carpet was so soft against his bare feet. He snuck across it to his big brother's bed and climbed up. He had to crawl across the mattress the bed was so big! Lewis was sleeping because when Owen shook him by the shoulder it took him a while to respond. "What?" He asked sleepily.
"I woke up," Owen said, leaning in to speak closer to his face.
"So go back to sleep," Lewis suggested.
Owen felt this brother's arm move and figured he had signed something but Owen couldn't see in the dark. "I can't."
"Try."
"I want to go to the toilet."
"You can go," Lewis told him.
"Will you come with me?" It was dark. And he didn't know the way.
Lewis gave a sigh but he sat up and already Owen felt better. They both climbed off the bed and Lewis took Owen's wrist and guided him around the bed. Lewis could see in the dark. It was probably because his ears didn't work so good. That was Lewis's super power. Like how Daredevil was blind but could hear super well. Owen wished he had a super power too. That would be special.
The bathroom floor was cold compared to the carpet! Owen sort of hopped over it to the toilet. It was easier to see in this room because there was no curtain on the window and there was lots of lights in the middle of the city. Not like at home. Lewis waited while Owen lifted both the seats and went pee pee.
"Should I flush it?" Owen hissed at his brother. He knew better than to whisper. Lewis didn't hear whispers.
"I don't know," Lewis answered.
"What if it's noisy?"
"Then no."
Owen lowered both the lids again, letting them drop the last inch. They made a sound that made him cringe. He quick-stepped it to the sink to wash his hands quickly. Dad was telling him all the time to be more careful and more quiet. But no one came in to tell him off for that bang though. When Owen had finished his hands he wiped them down the front of his pyjama shirt which was really just a t-shirt, and went to Lewis who was looking out the window. Owen had to stand on tip toes to see. But there wasn't much to see after all. The building across from theirs and the streetlights. Owen could hear cars. Why weren't those people in bed! It was very late. It must be. Owen looked up but couldn't see any stars or the moon.
"Let's go back to bed," Lewis told him, taking him by the shoulder this time. His brother's hand made Owen feel better as they went back to the dark and strange bedroom. It was less scary knowing he wasn't alone. Lewis pushed him back to his bed and went back to his own. They climbed under the covers and lay down.
"Good night," Owen offered.
"Good night," Lewis told him and went quiet.
Owen listened to the sound of his own breathing for a while and then when that went soft again he tried to listen for Lewis's. But it was quiet aside from the rushing sound of cars on the road, like the waves on the sand. And then Owen heard voices. It sounded like Dad with his deep voice and Mum giggling. So they were awake. Owen sat up again and looked over at Lewis, who had his back to him and was still. He'd probably gone back to sleep. He did that.
Owen threw back the cover again and slid to the extra soft carpet. He wiggled his toes against it for a second then straightened up. He padded to the door and turned the handle carefully so it wouldn't make a noise. Then he cracked it open a little bit. The light from the living room cut into his eyes which had adjusted to the dark. He pulled the door open a little bit more and he could hear better. His Dad was mumbling something and his Mum groaned in return. They were definitely still awake then.
Owen pulled the door open a bit more, so he could see. They were on the couch. Mum was sitting in Dad's lap and she had no shirt on. Just her underwear. She was holding onto Dad's shoulders and Owen could see that Dad had one hand in the front of her shorts and the other was squeezing her bum! He was looking up at Mum, his eyes shiny and was staring intently at her. He was murmuring something that Owen couldn't really make out. Then Dad said something that made himself smile and Mum leaned down to give Dad one of those gross kisses with her tongue; Owen saw a flash of it before she did something with it in Dad's mouth. Dad closed his eyes and the hand on her bum squeezed harder.
Owen knew he wasn't supposed to be up. And he knew he probably wasn't supposed to be watching this either. But it was kind of interesting. His heart beat faster with knowing he could get into trouble. And then the worst occurred. Dad looked over at him standing in the doorway. Somehow the door was wide open now and Owen was totally exposed.
"Owen Michael, get back into bed right now!"
Mum turned to look at him, shocked, and fell against Dad's chest. Owen turned and ran to his bed, climbing over the mattress from the foot of the bed and scurried under the covers quickly, his heart pounding wildly now. He drew the blanket up over his head and curled up in a ball, waiting. He'd left the door wide open. Mum or Dad were going to come and close it and he was going to get told off. Lewis was right. He should have just gone back to sleep. Dad told him he was inquiestest. Inconsivtive? Mum said it meant he was interested in lots of things and always had to have a look. But sometimes it got him in trouble and this time he was going to be in trouble. He knew it.
A short while later Owen felt the energy in the room shift and knew one of his parents was there. He thought it would be Dad, to tell him off, but it was Mum. "Hey," she whispered. She tugged the blanket from Owen's head and the light from the door meant he could see her ok. It meant she could see him real good because it spilled all over his bed like a big spot light. "Are you awake wee man?"
Sometimes Owen was wee man, not like pee pee but like little. Dad told him. And sometimes Dad called him Batman. And sometimes Dad called him Trouble. He had lots of names. Lewis had lots of names too, like Munchkin and wee man too. But Dad was only Dad and Mum was only Mum. They had real names too like Dad's name was Cal and Mum's name was Gillian, which is what other people called them but Batman and wee man and Trouble were just for them. Owen liked that. That was special just for them.
Mum sat on the edge of Owen's bed and readjusted the blanket around his shoulders. He watched her for a moment. "Sorry for sneaking," he decided he should apologise first. Cos that always was a good thing when he was in trouble. It meant he would get less of a telling off.
"You should be asleep," Mum told him.
"I woke up. And went pee pee."
"Hm," Mum noted. She finished with the blanket and looked at him. "We'll talk about what you saw in the morning ok?"
"Ok," Owen agreed because he didn't know what else to say.
Mum leaned down to give him a kiss. "Go to sleep," she told him. "And don't come out again."
Owen agreed he wouldn't. She wished him a good night and he said the same. She told him she loved him and Owen smiled, pleased, mostly that he wasn't getting in trouble, and told her he loved her too. Mum went to the door and closed it tightly again. After a while the light went out from under the door and the room seemed very dark again. Owen waited a bit longer, then pushed back the covers for the third time. He dropped to the carpet and launched himself at his brother's bed. He climbed up and slid beneath the blanket next to Lewis.
"Are you awake?" He asked in his normal voice.
"What's wrong now?"
"I saw Dad with his hand touching Mum's private parts."
Lewis shifted so his arm held back the blanket from his face.
"I thought no one was allowed to touch private parts," Owen went on.
"You're allowed to touch your own," Lewis pointed out.
"Oh."
"And Dad said he sometimes touches Mums. She lets him. And she touches his too."
"Oh," Owen repeated. "Why?"
"I don't know. Dad said when you get big it feels good touching your private parts."
"Oh," Owen said again. Weird. He snuggled down further against the spare pillow. The beds were so big they had two pillows! One on each side. Like a big person's bed. Like Mum and Dad's bed. "Can I stay here?"
"Yes but don't kick me."
PJ
"Cal."
"Hm?" He came to. It felt like he was at home but it didn't take long for him to realise that this wasn't their bed and he was on the wrong side of it anyway, not like normal. "What?" He whispered, wondering if the boys were awake yet, trying to remember what he was supposed to be getting up early for today.
"Baby wake up," Gillian murmured at him and he was aware of her lifting the blanket from his chest and replacing it with her. She was warm. The condo was air conditioned. Thank. God. Which meant he could quite happily sleep with a blanket and his wife next to him. Otherwise he might die. His wife's hand stroked against his chest, a finger tip around his nipple and then down to his naval.
"What are you doin'?" He asked, coming more awake, forgetting to keep his voice down with their kids in the same room. Oh wait. Hang on. Condo. They weren't sharing a room anymore. Cal pried his eyes open. Gillian was giving him a pleased smile and she was wearing... holy... Cal sat up a little, pushing her away and leaning on an elbow, turning over to touch his fingertips to her bare arm. She was wearing something sexy, black lace. "You came prepared?" Cal teased.
Gillian gave him that bashful little smile that he knew meant she was actually incredibly pleased with herself. She seemed to make it her mission to catch him off guard and she was all too successful far too much of the time. "You have to pack for every eventuality when you go away on vacation," she responded softly. She shifted her hips closer to him. "So are you awake?"
"Bloody am now," Cal noted roughly. She leaned in to kiss him but he stopped her. "Wait." She gave him a concerned expression. "Is the door locked? Afta last night..."
"It's locked," she assured him swiftly, then crashed her lips against his. It took Cal a second longer to react. The hand at her arm tightened around her flesh and pulled her against him. The satin of her negligee was cool against his bare chest for a second until it absorbed his body warmth. Gillian shifted to get closer, pushing her mouth hard against him, her chest against his.
Cal sucked in a breath through his nose while he kissed her deeply. She gave one of those little involuntary moans in her throat that had his stomach clenching tightly. He pushed against her so she would move back. She lowered herself to the mattress and Cal pulled the blankets out from between them, so he could get in close, and Gillian watched him from the mattress, her chest heaving, her cheeks a little flushed, her eyes with that dark sheen to them that was just so sexy. Cal felt his groin stirring. He descended on her again and she brought her arms up to embrace him.
PJ
Lewis woke up and needed the toilet. Owen's feet were tangled in his so Lewis extricated himself carefully and walked the long way around the bed. Owen was almost horizontal across the mattress. Lewis went to the bathroom and went toilet. The water sounded strange in the sink without his aids on. Dad said it was like trying to hear underwater for a normal person but Lewis didn't know what that was like, just that that was how Dad described it. Owen had his mouth open while he slept so Lewis quietly put his aids on his ears and turned them on. He could hear the clock on the wall ticking now and a seagull calling out. It was like turning on a light in a room that only had a candle. That's what it was like for him. It didn't always used to be like that but his aids were getting better each time he got new ones.
He went to the bedroom door and opened it and peered out. The room was still dim because some of the curtains were closed but Lewis couldn't see anyone in there so stepped into the room. He crossed all the way to the other side. He raised his hand to knock on his parents and then he heard something. It sounded like... Dad. It sounded like how Dad sounded when Lewis could hear him talking through the wall. Lewis turned his head and moved his ear closer to the wood of the door. He didn't touch it because that might make a noise and alert his parents to the fact that he was listening. He should have looked at the time. He was allowed to be up wasn't he? No one had said he had to stay in bed this morning. They were going to see the space rockets. That wasn't a sleep in day.
Lewis held his breath as he listened and then he heard Mum moan and Dad laughed. Oh so they were definitely awake and it sounded like they were... yep they were probably having sex. Lewis stepped away from the door, backing up slowly and carefully. Then he went to check the time. The clock on the wall said it was ten past eight so he shouldn't get in trouble for getting up too early.
"Is Mum awake?" Owen asked in a croaky voice from the doorway of their bedroom, rubbing his eye. He looked sleepy and his blonde hair was sticking up at funny angles in the back.
"No," Lewis whispered bringing his finger to his lip in a 'shhh' gesture. "We should be quiet."
Owen nodded and headed over to the breakfast bar. He pulled out one of the tall stools, like at home, and climbed up. "I'm hungry," he stage whispered. What Lewis heard was 'gry' and for a second he thought Owen had said 'angry' even though the start of the word sounded a bit different. But Owen signed 'eat' and so Lewis realised he meant 'hungry'.
"Do you want some breakfast?" Lewis asked him, using 'morning' and 'eat'. Owen nodded so Lewis got out two bowls and then went to the cupboard for the box they had started yesterday. They had their own kitchen in the condo. It was like a house but in a big building with other apartments which was kind of like when they were at Disneyworld. Mum said they still had to remember that there were other people on the other sides of the walls so they couldn't make too much noise like they would at home. Lewis poured the cereal and then went to get milk. Owen picked at a scab on his arm.
After they ate they went to watch TV, putting it on low. There were captions too so Lewis put them on so he could read. If the TV was low he'd miss words and that was annoying. Especially because Owen was useless at telling him what the people on TV had said. And if the TV was too loud then Mum or Dad would come out to tell him off and he didn't like that. At home it wasn't so bad because they were upstairs and the TV was downstairs but when they were just in the other room, like they were now, they could hear.
Owen's head turned sharply. He was sitting on the couch on Lewis's right and he suddenly looked over. "What?" Lewis asked.
"I just heard Mum say 'yes' really loudly," Owen told him, pointing to his ear, then forming a fist and shaking it. "They must be awake." He opened his fingers in front of his face and opened his eye wide.
"But we're not allowed in," Lewis told him, shaking his head, when it looked like his little brother was going to get up.
"Oh how come?" Owen asked curiously, using 'why' by making a 'Y' hand.
"Because they're doing it," Lewis answered. He wasn't really sure what he should sign there. So he used 'busy'.
"Oh," Owen noted again. "Doing what?"
"Stuff."
"Like what they were doing yesterday night?"
"Yes," Lewis remembered something about Owen telling him he had seen Dad touching Mum. "They do that all the time."
"How come I never see?"
"Because they do it when you're asleep," Lewis said as if it were obvious, tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes briefly. Sometimes Owen was really annoying because he didn't think about things but Dad told him it was because Owen was younger than he was and so Lewis had to be nice and be a good big brother. Being a big brother had a lot of responsibility. "So you can't see," Lewis went on, attempting to explain. "Cos sometimes there are things that you're just meant to do with someone you love and not really let other people know or talk about it with other people."
"How come?"
"Dad says it's private." Lewis pressed the back of his thumb against his lips.
"Oh." Owen paused for a second. "How come they do it all the time?"
"Cos they like it," Lewis surmised, meeting his thumb and middle finger in the middle of his chest, then opening them and closing them again. "Dad said it feels really good. That's why Mum likes it when he touches her but if she doesn't like it she tells him to stop and he stops. And that's why if someone tries to touch you, you should tell them no and they have to stop and if they don't stop then you should run away and tell someone else," Lewis recited, signing the key words.
"Dad told me that too," Owen said, using 'talk'.
Lewis gave a nod and focussed back on the TV. He couldn't hear anything that Mum and Dad were doing and so it didn't matter. Owen did too and then a while later he said: "How long do you think they'll be?" He drew his index finger from his wrist to his shoulder.
Lewis gave a shrug. "Sometimes its ages."
"Oh," Owen mused. "It's just cos my arm is bleeding now." He made a 'red' sign, then trickled his hand over his chest. He showed Lewis where the blood was coming out from the scab he had picked off.
"You're not supposed to pick them," Lewis told him. "I'll get you a band aid." He used 'bandage'. Dad called them plasters but everyone else Lewis knew called them band aids. It was kind of like knowing three languages, not just two.
Owen gave a kind of wincing and held up his arm high and followed Lewis around as they looked for a band aid. Lewis found some in the bathroom and brought them back to the kitchen where he knew a rubbish bin was. He used a paper towel on the bench to soak up the blood that was running down Owen's elbow. Owen complained it hurt. Lewis told him shouldn't have picked it. Owen's head turned and Lewis followed his gaze to see his mother coming out of her bedroom. She had a smile on her face and she was dressed in shorts and a little t-shirt. "Hi guys," she greeted.
"Hi Mum," Owen answered first. Lewis said hello too.
"What are you doing?" She asked, looking concerned.
"I'm bleeding," Owen announced.
Mum came closer. "What happened?"
Lewis pulled the paper off the band aid.
"My scab came off," Owen told her.
"You picked it off," Mum told him. She gave him a quick hug. "Lewis you're being such a good big brother," she told him, coming around to where he was standing and placing a kiss on top of his head. It made him smile. He liked Mum's kisses and mostly he liked her attention. Especially when she was telling him he was a good boy. She went to open the blinds on the kitchen windows and Lewis stuck the band aid down over Owen's ouchie.
"Do you think it'll stop bleeding?" Owen asked cradling his arm.
"Yes," Lewis told him, gathering up all his rubbish.
Dad came out next and approached where Mum had finished with the blinds. She saw him and gave him that special smile again. Dad's hair was wet so he must have had a shower. He gave Mum a smile too and placed his hands on her hips, leaning in to give her a kiss. She kissed him back, putting her arms around his neck.
Lewis saw Owen staring at them and he was amazed really that Owen hadn't realised they had sex and did stuff before. But then he remembered Dad said Owen was younger than Lewis so Lewis had to remember that sometimes. "They're always like this after they do it," Lewis told his brother, opening the cupboard under the sink to put the rubbish in the bin. Mum called it trash and so did everyone else Lewis knew but to Lewis it was rubbish. For some reason.
"Oi," Dad said and Lewis felt his fingers at his side, tickling. Lewis laughed because he couldn't help it and tried to duck out of the way but Dad grabbed him and pulled him closer, against his legs, trapping Lewis's arms behind him. Lewis tried to fight his way free but really, he liked it when Dad played with him. "Little smart butt."
"Have you guys had breakfast?" Mum asked. Owen told her that they had and that his arm hurt. "Then you should leave it alone," she told him.
Dad placed a kiss on Lewis's head, a matching one with Mum's and let him go. "What shall we do today?" He asked Lewis when he turned around again.
"We can go swimming," Owen announced, mimicking a breast stroke.
"Dad will you take me in the ocean?" Lewis reminded him. He said he would yesterday when they had been playing in the sand.
"Me too," Owen chimed in.
'Great,' Lewis thought. It was his idea to go in the ocean. But Dad had said he was too tired yesterday and that they would go today. After they went to see the space rockets.
"I can't take you both," Dad told them and moved out of the way so Mum could put the breakfast things on the bench again for her and Dad. "So Lewis can come swimming first."
"Oh but how come?" Owen complained while Lewis was secretly pleased.
"Because the ocean isn't like the pool," Dad told him, turning slightly, then leaning against the bench. "There are currents and big waves and I can't keep track of both of you."
"Then Mum will take me," Owen announced.
"I don't know," Mum answered. "Your sore arm might get infected."
Owen looked shocked and then dismayed and Lewis felt like laughing. The ocean wasn't going to make his arm get infected. But Owen didn't know that because he was small. Dad looked at Lewis and saw him smiling. He gave Lewis a grin and wiggled his eyebrows. Sometimes it was really cool being the big brother.