Wrapping Up (Novella) Mitchell Family 4.5 (Wrapping Up Novella 4.5) (5 page)

I let out a
gasp as Colt entered me, filling me with his enormous erection. It took several thrusts for the pain to subside and the erotic bliss to begin. It never took me long to come, considering the size of my husband.  Once he was inside of me, just small movements were enough for him to hit my sweet spot and send me screaming his name. With a house full of family I kept my screams to a soft whine as I felt myself letting go. Colt continued to enter me and thrust his body against mine. I watched his eyes close as he concentrated on what he was working towards. I couldn’t help but reach around and grab his ass, as I intertwined our legs for a tighter connection. The thrusting let off a smacking sound and soon I felt my husband tightening up as he released and fell on the bed beside me.

We’d no sooner caught our breaths, when my phone started to ring. I rolled over and reached for my phone that was on the night stand. An unavailable number was being displayed, but I answered it anyway.

Hello

Hello Ma’am, this is Benjamin Dover from the electric company. We received a call earlier this morning that your refrigerator wouldn’t stop running. Do you know
anything about that?
The southern voiced guy seemed very professional.

No, I have family visiting, but I don’t see why they would have called without telling me. Hang on, I can g
o down and check on the fridge.

After throwing on a robe, I headed down to the kitchen as Colt threw his hands in the air wondering what I was doing. Sure enough, the refrigerator was running, but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It needed to run to stay cold.

“Sir, it is running, but I don’t understand what you need me to do now.”

A loud voice filled the room, causing me to jump. “YOU BETTER GO CATCH IT.” Ty stood in front of me, almost in tears with his cell phone in his hand.

I smacked him on the chest. “You have horrible timing, you asshole.”

He grabbed my chin and I quickly pulled away. “Don’t get pissed. It was Miranda’s idea. We stayed up late talking about prank calling people we knew. I made her wait to call you, but we already got her Mom and Conner in the middle of the night.”

“How did you manage to do that and get up with the boys?”

He grabbed a banana and started peeling it. “Are you kidding? They barely ever get up. Miranda has super milk that makes them sleep all night long. Sometimes she even lets me have some when I can’t sleep. I fall right asleep on her tit.”

I pushed him out of my way and shook my head. “You’re seriously sick in the head.”

“I get that a lot!”

As he ate his banana and got on my last nerve, I started making a mental list of everything I needed to do before the big dinner. The first thing on my list was to get Ty out of the kitchen, otherwise we would all be having peanut butter and jelly.

I sat down at the table just shaking my head. Ty was busy making fun of me the whole time. I couldn't believe how gullible I had been to believe anything that happened when Ty was always playing jokes on me. In fact, it seemed that he was brushing off on Miranda, causing her to do random pranks whenever she could think of one.

"What are you doing here so early?"

He sighed and shook his head. "Woke up with a big problem."

"Ty, I am seriously not in the mood for any penis jokes this early."

He held his hands up in he air.
" As much as I'd like to joke about my dick, that isn't what I came here for. You see, Miranda and I sorta messed around while we were in the woods and we woke up with chiggers all over our legs........and well, it's even on some other important parts." He got all serious while I covered my mouth to control my own laughter. Ty held up his index finger. "Please don't tell Colt. I don't feel like hearing his shit."

A deep voice filled the room. "Don't tell me what?"

"Oh hell!" Ty sat down and put his hands in his face. "This is why I came here and didn't ask your mother for the fingernail polish."

Colt and I laughed. Even I knew that when you went out into the woods you had a chance of getting those little pesky microscopic bugs on your ankles and legs. If you didn't come
home and shower right away, the after effects of them biting could be unbearable, to say the least. Obviously, Ty and Miranda were too busy rolling around in the woods yesterday to think about anything like that. I could only imagine where they had them.

Colt had gotten them last year after taking
Noah out hunting for squirrel. They killed about five and skinned them before coming in to shower. I forget what else happened, but we ended up having to do something before they could get washed up. The next day the two of them were itching something fierce. Colt was in better shape than our son, who cried as he discovered the tiny little blistered bites all up his legs. The two of them continued to itch themselves until they were raw.

It took five days for the itching to completely go away and I don't think either of them had ever gone out into those woods without gettin
g a shower immediately when they came inside. The fact that Ty had them that bad, was just funny to me, where I think my husband had a bit more compassion.

"Did ya'll shower yet?" Colt still couldn't contain the grin from showing on his face.

"Yeah, we showered last night. I swore it was too cold for them to be out, but damn if I wasn't wrong."

It was obvious that he had come for the clear fingernail polish. For some reason the old wives tale did seem to stop the spreading and some of the itching.

"Dude, I woke up and the shit was all over my balls." Ty started itching his crotch, just as my mother came walking in with Christian in her arms.

She refused to make eye contact with any of us as she walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle. When I approached her, she shook her head, but said not one single word. I grabbed the bottle of pumped breast milk out of her hand and put it in the warmer. Christian reached her hands out for her Uncle Ty and I could tell it aggravated my mom. She was a little smothering when she visited her grandchildren and hated to share her time with other adults. Ty leaned over and kissed his niece, before he and Colt walked out of the room.

As soon as they were gone, my mother began whispering.
" What was that about? I don't think it is appropriate for you to be talking about Tyler's body parts like you four do."

"Mom, it's not like that at all. Ty and Miranda got chiggers out in the woods yesterday. He came over to get some fingernail polish to stop the spread of them. We don't talk about our body parts and even if we did, it would only be a joke. We're friends and family. I know you think our relationships are weird, but we all love each other."

When the bottle warmer chimed that it was ready, my mother grabbed the bottle and started feeding Christian. I was surprised she hadn't screamed for her bottle while she waited like she normally did.

"I know you all have a special connection to each other. I guess it is just hard for me to understand it from the outside. You and Tyler have such a history. It amazes me that you can joke around and not ever be offended. I guess it's the fact that you're family."

"Yeah, I don't know what it is, but I love them very much and I couldn't imagine my life without them."

Since I hadn't had any coffee and already had two serious conversations, I decided to go get the polish so at least Ty could get back to the main house. At any second Noah and Bella would be barging through the door demanding to do something they shouldn't be asking to do. I looked over at the coffee pot before heading up to my bathroom to find the fingernail polish.

Now, my nails were naturally long and everyone knew that I had them professional
ly done, so clearly it would have made sense for me to keep clear fingernail polish in the house. The truth was that I had over a dozen bottles of clear, but when I thought about Ty and where he said he had them, I grabbed the bright pink and headed downstairs.

He gave me a dirty look as I handed him the pink colored bottle. "What the hell is this?"

I shrugged my shoulders. " It's all I have. I'm sure your balls don't care what color the polish is."

"Bullshit. They are complaining already."

I scrunched up my nose. "If you itch that bad, you will take what you can get. Now, if you don't mind, I'm making my husband and I some coffee. I'll see you a little later, well, after you've polished up your balls."

"You're evil woman! I'm taking a picture to show you how I decorate them."

Thankfully, Ty walked out of the house before he could provide me with more visuals than I would ever want to imagine.

Colt came in and reached his arms around me. "Thank you for this morning, Darlin."

I twisted my body around and wrapped my arms around his neck.
" You never have to thank me for that. I love being with you."

A loud noise at the kitchen door got our attention.
Noah and Bella were racing for the door and had knocked over the entire turkey fryer full of grease. Colt ran out in bare feet to try to control the mess, while I checked on the kids. "Are you both okay?"

"Please
don't be mad, Mom. Me and Bells were racin'. We didn't mean to knock it over."

Colt looked seriously pissed, but I turned my body away from
him and faced the children. "You need to be more careful, but I'm not mad at you. I didn't want to fry the turkeys anyway. Just don't tell Dad." I winked at both of them and they smiled back at me. "Did you already have breakfast?"

They had already started walking in the house. "Yeah, Lucy made us pancakes. Grandma said that her and Grandpop will take
us out for a ride in the woods after breakfast."

I grabbed my hyper son by the back of his shirt. "Noah, I don't even think that Grandpop is awake and Grandma is feeding your sister."

I saw him turn to Bella. "Now what are we going to do?"

"Let's build a fort in your room." Bella was swinging her body as she talked. She was such a happy little girl.

The two of them ran up the stairs on a mission.

A little while later, I went upstairs to check on them because it was way too quiet for the two of them. When I walked into Noah's room, all I could see was blankets and sheets. His mattress was the only thing left on his bed. I thought that maybe they heard me coming and were hiding, but after pulling most of the blankets down from where they were positioned I realized they were not in the room.

As I started to head to the playroom, I heard a loud thump that sounded like it was coming from the roof. I bolted back into Noah's room and pushed open his window. Before I could call their names, I was attacked by something white, hitting me in the face. When I used my hands to clear my vision, I noticed that it was feathers and more were falling.

"Keep doing it, it's
workin'." I heard my son announce.

"My pillow doesn't have any left." Bella's little voice sounded like it was right above the dormer.

I turned my body and looked up to see the two of them sitting on the roof like it was no big deal, while shaking the feathers out of their pillows. "Noah Mitchell, get your tail in this window this minute!" I held my arms out as two sad little kids came sliding down the roof to the window. "What were you thinking. You already have a cast; you could have broken your neck!"

Colt rushed into the room. "What's goin' on?"

"I just caught these two playing on the roof."

Colt started heading toward Noah and I knew he wanted to punish him good. Bella started crying and threw herself in between them. "Please don't beat us Uncle Colt. We were just trying to make it snow."

Colt looked back at me and held his hands up in the air. I knelt down in front of the kids. "If either of you would have fallen off that roof you would have been killed. This will never happen again! Do you both understand me?"

They put their little heads down and nodded them.

"Get your tails downstairs. Your butts are not to go anywhere unless you ask me first, got it?" Colt meant business and Noah knew it.

He and Bella started following Colt down the stairs as I followed behind them. "Sorry Mom."

I put my hands on his shoulders. "Please don't ever do something like that again. I don't know what I would do if something happened to the two of you. Now unless you want to not see each other very often, you need to start making better decisions when you are together. You are both old enough to have known not to go out that window."

"Told you Noah!" Bella pushed him.

She didn't have to say that for me to know it was all his idea. He had gotten the idea from some Disney channel show he watched last week. When we watched it, I'd even considered reminding him that it was a horrible idea, but I'd made the mistake thinking my son knew better, obviously he was a Mitchell and they made their own rules up as they went.

I walked into the kitchen and saw it was only ten in the morning and I started to think that maybe having Thanksgiving dinner was a bad idea.

What else could possibly go wrong?