Chapter 70

We sat around the kitchen island, discussing the watches, such as who would check on Alexa at what hour. While the hospital had said that they saw no signs of concussion, she was clearly taking no chances and I was secretly relieved about that, even if I tried to sound dismissive of the notion.

I was also obviously the designated driver for the evening since mom was on her second glass of wine and dad was having a third beer. True, dad could drink a keg and not feel it, but the law’s the law. Hence, my niggardly half-bottle of root beer.

“I worry about her and the stairs at night,” mom said quietly, her voice betraying an earnestness borne of genuine concern. “If she gets up in the middle of the night, tries to go downstairs and has a dizzy spell or something…”

“You proposing to let her stay on the couch?” dad asked. “If she needs to sleep and we’re bustling around in the morning, it’s hardly fair to her.”

“Good point,” mom said, nodding. “No worries, then, we’ll just put her in Alex’s room in the basement. It has a bathroom and a fridge, everything she needs. Gollum can sleep in her room.”

“Correct me if I am wrong,” I interjected, trying to sound exasperated. “But didn’t you just kick me out of that room a week ago and put me in the basement, only to kick me back up to it again?”

Mom favoured me with a look. “There’s no pleasing you, is there? You whine about losing the damn thing and then you don’t want it back. We raised a son, not a teenage girl, or at least I thought. What’s wrong, Gidget?”

Dad snickered but then cleared his throat and listened quietly.

“So we put her in the basement,” I said. “Now we-“

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I paused in speaking for a moment and fished the device out, seeing who had messaged me.

It was a video message, one showing someone’s very wet pussy being massaged on what looked suspiciously like our couch in the other room.

“Something going on?” mom asked, her eyebrow raised.

“No,” I sighed, saving the video and putting my phone back in my pocket. “Just someone I know being a moron.”

“Imagine that,” mom muttered. “Anyway, you were saying?”

“What I was going to say was that now we put her in the basement and you’ve got one of us going to check on her every four hours,” I continued. “Meaning one of us is now hauling ourselves from the top floor down to the basement at all hours. Doesn’t exactly sound fun.”

There was dead silence in the room while my mother merely stared at me. My father, meanwhile, who had been sitting between us, visibly winced and then nudged his seat closer to my mother and away from me.

“Where are you going?” I asked, scowling.

“Juuuust moving away from the impending lightning bolt…” he said, crossing himself. “That was just about the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say, junior, and frankly, you’re on your own for this one.”

I thought about what he was saying and then looked at mom. She just kept staring at me and I realized I’d screwed up, big time.

“So…” she said quietly. “How long of a headstart do you require?”

I didn’t say anything, but then my phone began buzzing again. Several messages came in, one after the other. Unable to stare my mother down, I nervously checked the messages.

“Oh, you really fucked up!”

“Nice knowing you! I’ll miss that beautiful cock of yours.”

“Try not to call out my name as you die, I don’t want to be implicated.”

Then a random tit picture.

“Do you need me to message your friend back and tell them when the funeral is?” mom asked, her voice very even.

“No, pretty sure I wouldn’t want them there,” I replied, knowing that Alexa could hear me. “I’ll just come back and haunt them. I’m sorry, mom, I wasn’t thinking. Probably just stress after all this.”

“Well, it’s true, you weren’t thinking, but yes, this has been stressful for all of us, except possibly the Friendly Giant here,” she replied, cocking her head at dad. “Anyway, we’ll overlook your little derp there and proceed with the plan. After Allie wakes up, we’ll go for dinner.”

Another video, this time Alexa sucking on her own nipple, with the words “Mmmm, yum yum yum” across the bottom of the screen. Thank God I have my media volume on silent.

“Well, I’m going to go and change out of these stale work clothes and put on something fresh for dinner,” mom announced. “Mike, I might need some servicing prior to this. Care to join me?”

“My day’s looking up suddenly,” dad said, hopping up spritely and grinning. “What are you gonna do, son?”

I shrugged. “Go downstairs and game until Alexa wakes up, I guess.”

Mom headed upstairs, followed closely by dad. I heard her squeak and giggle at the top of the stairs, telling him to wait until they were in the bedroom. I sighed and shook my head, turning and walking into the living room. Alexa was lying on the couch still, covered by a thin blanket. She saw me and smiled, pulling the blanket aside and revealing that she was completely naked. She smiled and squirmed slightly, caressing her breasts and dropping one of her legs to the floor, opening up to show me her glistening pussy.

“So how much time do you think we have?” she asked quietly.

I shrugged. “They’d probably stay upstairs until you woke up, to make sure hey didn’t disturb you, but if they’re doing what I think they’re doing, we’ve got a full hour at least.”

She stood up slowly, reaching for my hand, still naked. “Then you need to take me downstairs and lick me until I cum, since you owe me from earlier in the shower.”

We walked hand in hand to the stairs down to my room, Alexa seemingly unafraid of being caught in the altogether. I walked behind her as she descended the steps, watching her wiggle as she turned her head to smile up at me. When we reached the bottom, she headed straight for the bed and splayed herself out on it, writhing slowly and caressing herself.

“I know I have my own room,” she purred as she looked at me with bedroom eyes. “But I love being in your bed, my love. I can smell your scent on the covers and I know you’ve been naked with these sheets and mmmmmm…”

I walked toward her and pulled off my shirt before crawling onto the bed. She smiled at me playfully, squeezing her breasts.