Don’t Wake Our Daddy – Part 3
by
Tommy Linarcos
Costa
A game. Stealing my clothes was a game to them.
I could beat them up, sure. I don’t know how that would look — a fifteen-year-old hunk like me beating up two middle school kids. Of course I know how that would look. And then Mr. A would have me picked up by the cops after I ran away and they found me hiding naked in someone’s yard, looking for someone who actually hangs their clothes out on a line to dry, still.
I looked to Silke, expecting her to be upset or angry, too, but all I saw were her eyes. Her risky danger eyes. The eyes of the girl who now allows me to win any contest at school of “Where is the most public place you’ve ever had sex?” She wouldn’t play the dare game at Lyla’s back in September because she didn’t know me very well, but now she’s fucked me in a pirate ship and given me a blowjob on her front porch. She was excited by this. She wanted me to play the game.
I took a breath.
“Rules?” I prompted. “What do I have to do?” I asked Isaac. It was no use talking to Emma; even though we’d both just made the other cum, she was still staring at my junk.
Isaac went to the open door and looked out and down. “Dad is eating. He just changed the TV from Netflix to Hulu.”
I hedged a little by the doorway and could see that, yes, Mr. Ackerman had settled down on the couch across from the TV, his warmed-up plate on the coffee table in front of him, and a beverage of unknown character in a tall glass.
“Okay. This is ‘real people’ Don’t Wake Daddy,” Isaac told me. “Your clothes are around the house. You have to go from here to the kitchen and get me those Ding Dongs back from the ‘fridge without waking up my dad.”
It was like the game. Of course. Go from the bedroom to the refrigerator for a snack without making noise. That was why his dad asked about why the place was so messy. They’d set up noise traps. And I’d said I could win a real game. I’d said I was quiet and stealthy, like a cat. Like een kat.
“And I suppose I have to go out there like this,” I realized, alluding to my nudity.
“Yup!” Emma assured me. “That’s the fun part! If you make noise and my dad wakes up, then you lose!”
“And he’ll see my ding-dong…” I said, making both Emma and Isaac laugh out loud. That was actually probably good for the bedroom noise, avoiding any parental suspicion. “But what do I win?” I asked. There had to be a reward for all this shit.
“You get your pants back,” Isaac said. “If you bring us the Ding Dongs.”
If I did and the kid didn’t fork over my pants, then I would beat him up.
We gave the dad a few minutes to finish eating. Silke had taken out her phone and we were looking at the photos she’d taken since arriving back in August. There were a lot that made me smile — from school, from going out with our friends, from Halloween, and from the play we were in. And there were a couple that made me feel a little gooey inside, selfies of us holding each other on a nighttime date with really bright flash lighting, me kissing her cheek.
I was going to miss her.
“Mia’s Halloween party was fun, wasn’t it?” Silke reminisced. We’d gone as Sandy and Danny Zuko from Grease, borrowing costume pieces from the school. Mia and Lyla helped do Silke’s hair.
“If you liked Halloween, you’re going to love Christmas!” Emma said.
“You guys doing something special this year?” I asked, expecting her to talk about her traditions or some special meal for Silke.
“We’re all going to California and Disneyland for a week!” Emma squeaked.
“Hey, that was supposed to be a surprise!” Isaac chastised his sister.
“Fffffudge. Sorry,” Emma shrugged.
“It’s okay. I will pretend to be surprised. But at least now I know I will need to borrow some clothes from my friends Junie or Lyla.” Silke looked at me and smiled a big toothy grin.
I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.
“Is your dad asleep yet, then? Or do I have to wait more?” I asked, frustrated.
Emma checked. “He’s not snoring, but he’s out. See how his head is?”
I looked out the door and his head was back a little and to the side. If I was lucky, there was some gin in whatever was in that tall glass, too. (That would not be unusual for him, Silke tells me.)
“Wait — what about Silke? And what happens if I make noise, but he doesn’t wake up?” I was stalling, but I also wanted to know.
“You’ll find out!” Emma said, her grin barely concealing whatever secret was attached to this.
I wasn’t scared, exactly, but definitely nervous. I took one last look at Silke to get me out of this. Her grin told me that if I ever wanted to get laid again, I was going to do this now.
Naked, my dick hanging well but my balls pulled tight, I ventured out onto the landing and started down the stairs, listening for the first time to whether the stairs creaked or not. I never noticed before; it wasn’t my house.
My first obstacle was a very obvious rollerblade on the second-to-last stair, followed by a soccer ball at the bottom. I easily avoided the rollerblade. This was easy. And the ball was avoidable, too. I was at the bottom.
“Kick the ball,” someone said. I looked up. Naked Silke was at the top of the stairs. “You have to kick the ball,” she said.
Of course. I kicked it, but didn’t boot it. It went over there, somewhere.
The carpet felt nice under my toes, I realized. It was soft and… I guess I’d never been barefoot in her house, before. In socks, sure, but never barefoot. Except in her bed.
I moved forward when Emma made a baby cry from upstairs. “Waaahh!” I shot her such a look, and she just giggled.
What the fuck? I thought the point was to be quiet? They were up there talking in normal voices that came down into the livingroom. Were they trying to get me caught?
Then I remembered. If it’s too quiet, parents wake up instantly. That was actually helping me. Not the baby cry, but the ‘normal’ noise.
It looked like clear sailing down the path behind the couch. There was a tricycle up ahead and some little toy figures, but I could tiptoe around them or jump over them.
Then I saw my clothes. My t-shirt and sweater were hanging off of the bookcase and the demilune table next to the TV. Do I take the easy path to the kitchen, or go to get my clothes? I looked around, trying to find my boxer briefs, but didn’t see them. I started down the easy path to get it over with.
Isaac coughed from above me. I looked up. He had the TV remote. Every step I took, he pressed the volume button. So, I stopped. I was gonna fuckin’ wipe that grin off his face when I got back up there…!
I backed up and walked around the couch in front of Mr. A — naked! With a deep breath, I walked right in front of the TV, noting the little volume bar counting down to where Mr. A had it before. Good.
Then I caught my reflection in the big window. Hi, naked Costa. But I could also see Isaac up on the landing, and his stupid grin.
I got my t-shirt from the bookcase, and then gently picked up my sweater off of the demilune table — it’s a half-circle table against the wall where they have all the framed little family pictures standing, so I’d knock four or five over if I wasn’t too careful.
Nice photos. Brats. One of Isaac naked in the bathtub with his butt showing. I should steal it and show it to his friends. I don’t know if the game I was playing was their version of blackmail or extortion, but I knew how to play revenge.
I was successful getting my sweater. Do I put them on? I didn’t want my cock hanging out in front of Mr. A any longer than it had to, so I went back across the window and TV to the path behind the couch. I could put them on in the kitchen when I got there.
But surprise, there was Silke sitting behind the couch, still naked. I didn’t see her come down the stairs, even. Isaac made a dog bark sound and Emma replied with a cat meow, and then Isaac squawked like a parrot, “Costa be careful! Costa be careful! Bwak!” Both of them laughed out loud. I was going to kill them.
Mr. A moved. I dropped down to the carpet behind the couch immediately.
“Quiet, you guys…” Mr. A kind of said. Then he got quiet again.
I looked at Silke. Why was she there? I tried to ask with my crunchy eyebrows.
She cupped my ear and whispered, “Up on your knees.”
I rose up and Silke bowed down. She began sucking my cock.
Of all the places to get a blowjob. With all the tension and danger, though, I actually enjoyed it. She got me hard, fast. Staying quiet was easy; I’ve had lots of practice keeping quiet during a blowjob. And now I’d get to say, “I got a blowjob in her livingroom, her father sitting right fuckin’ next to us!”
Silke pulled off of me. We both laughed through our noses. “Now I have to go through the obstacle course with a boner,” I whispered to her ear.
She looked at me with those eyes. “Unless you want to take care of it…?”
You know what? Yes. Yes, I fuckin’ did want to take care of it. Here I was, naked in her house, her “dad” not eleven inches away from me, fuckin’ kids making noise — in fact, Isaac was tootling something on his toy keyboard or something now — and naked Silke looking at me with those eyes, I have a raging boner, and I can smell her pussy. Yes, I fuckin’ did want to take care of it.
I pushed her down to the soft carpet, fixed her legs, got in-between, and fucked her wet kut as hard and fast as I could. I was biting my tongue and trying not to breathe, but Silke couldn’t help but make little breathy noises every time I fucked into her. Too fuckin’ bad.
It got real quiet upstairs. I looked up and saw two things: Isaac just staring — I guess this wasn’t in his plans; and Emma holding Silke’s phone and recording us. And you know what? I fuckin’ did want this recorded. For all the balls it took to play this friggin’ game, I wanted to post this online and let everyone see my balls and know how fuckin’ big my balls are!
The cuckoo clock went off in the kitchen. Eight o’clock. Eight fuckin’ cuckoos. Mr. A stirred. Isaac helped us out by turning up the volume of the TV a couple clicks. I listened for some commercials or for the TV show to change at the top of the hour, but then remembered he was on Hulu, watching some klotefilm. ‘Shitty movie.’ I learned that one two weeks before. I heard Mr. A sit forward and take a drink, then sit back.
I fucked Silke, anyway.
Just smoother, not bashing into her. She leaned up and took my ear. “Fuck me, Costa! Fuck me!” She didn’t say “Neuk me.” She wasn’t playing around. She said, “Fuck me!” Fuckin’ right I fucked her. We both wanted to cum.
Isaac put some music on.
“Naai me,” she hissed. That’s right. I was screwing her. And that was it. I rocked one last time, went stiff as a board, and shot my cum inside that girl as quietly as I could. And then she bit me. To stifle her scream, she almost caused me to actually scream as she bit my shoulder. Like really bit — deep teethmarks! (Later, when my mom saw those, she gave me one of those mom growls with the mean eyes; my dad went ‘heh-heh’ and raised his beer to me.)
I marked time by the song Isaac played. Somewhere between three and five minutes had gone by while Silke and I recovered. I felt there was a wet spot on the carpet. Well, one of the kids would have to clean that up, not me. I got up off of Silke. She sat up and kissed me. Then she took my shirt and sweater and tiptoed back upstairs with a big smile.
I crawled to the tricycle. There were some Bluey toys standing on the seat and on the back part between the wheels, and a few on the carpet that had fallen off, and there was a string tied under the trike’s handlebar and then up to a framed picture on the wall. My boxers were under the front tire.
I wasn’t taking chances, but I did play the game. Hey, I just fucked my girl right in front of her dad (kind of). If I got caught now, I was legend, anyway! I stood up and held the string, then pulled the tricycle toward me with my foot so it rolled off my boxers. The rest of the Bluey toys fell, but didn’t make too much noise. I looked up at the landing. No penalty from Emma or Isaac. I got my boxers.
And the picture frame fell, anyway. Apparently, it needed the string to be taut, not loose.
Helaas, pindakaas. Oh, well. Peanut butter.
“What? Huh? What was that?” Mr. A said, shuffling in his seat on the couch. I went for broke. “That’s me, Mr. A. I ran into the kids’ tricycle. Broke my foot. Sorry.”
Mr. A kind of looked my way, but I don’t think he saw me. If he did, he would’ve asked why I was naked. But instead, he just asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll live.”
“Isaac? Clean up, I told you,” Mr. A shouted at the ceiling.
“I will. We’re almost done with the game,” he called down. “Then, yes, I promise.” Those must have been the magic words because Mr. A just kind of hmmphed and got comfy again. Isaac smirked at me.
With my boxers in hand, I stood and made my way into the kitchen. Emma slammed a door loudly, but I guess it was just house noise to Mr. A. He didn’t react. It looked like he was zoning out again.
In the kitchen, I put on my boxers. If I got caught now, at least I wouldn’t be naked. I went to the fridge and saw a stack of pots and pans balanced just above the door. “Nice try, Isaac,” I said, and took them down. I put them on the kitchen table next to the actual Don’t Wake Daddy game that Emma never put away. I looked at the path on the game board. Looks like the kids took care of everything — cat, dog, baby, music, toys, TV, picture frame, pots and pans, etc. — except a falling coat rack and a flower vase.
Silke
My clothes were on the coat rack. I had gone down and gotten them while Costa was in the kitchen. The coat rack was off-balance with a book under one leg, but it was easy to see and I removed the book so it did not fall when I removed my clothing. The path was otherwise not difficult as Costa had sprung all the other traps, so far. I returned to the landing to watch the rest play out.
I must admit, it was fun watching Costa tiptoe naked about the house.
And, I must admit, getting fucked on the floor centimeters from Ben Ackerman really made me… opgewonden! I left so much cum on the carpet.
Costa
I got the Ding Dongs out of the ‘fridge and grabbed a Coke for me and Silke to split. Getting back was not so full of danger, but I had to look out for whatever Isaac and Emma had hidden. Worst thing that happened was that I stepped on Bluey and her sister, Bingo. Their pointy ears were worse than stepping on Legos.
I made it to the stairs and looked around. What was I missing? Was it over? True, in the game, you just had to get your guy to the ‘fridge, not back. I must have sprung all the traps. Still, I watched my toes as I climbed the stairs, just in case. I went in Silke’s room and declared victory!
“Made it! Here’s your freakin’ Ding Dongs,” I said, not too quietly. I held out my hands. “My reward?”
Isaac took the box of Hostess Ding Dongs from me, and Emma handed over my pants. I didn’t put them on, just tossed them on the bed by my t-shirt and sweater, then sat next to Silke, who had put on her panties and a fresh t-shirt which, of course, she’d had in her closet all along.
Silke
Costa sat next to me and I gave him a hug and kiss. “There, you won a game for them.”
“I don’t know if you were as… stealth-th-ly… as a cat, though,” Emma tried saying.
“Sure, I was,” Costa countered. “Ik ben een kat.”
“You knocked down the frame,” Isaac recalled. “Made a lot of noise with that.”
“Yeah, Daddy woke up, but he didn’t yell at me to get back to bed,” Costa played off like it was in the game. “It’s like I pressed the button four times but survived.”
“Okay,” Isaac agreed.
“You guys, though…” Costa was reminding them, “have to clean up before someone really doesn’t see that rollerblade and wipes out on the stairs. Or steps on those Bluey toys. Look at this…” Costa held up his foot for me to see the marks left by the pointed Australian dog toys. There was no blood; he was fine.
“Kiss it and make it better?” Emma teased him.
Costa held his foot out to Isaac. “He caused it.”
Isaac looked smerig, saying, “Get out of here…” and pushed the foot from his face. “They’re her toys.”
Emma made a face that clearly indicated she did not want to kiss a foot, either.
Costa relaxed. “Hey, gimme one of them Ding Dongs,” he demanded and opened a Coca-Cola he had brought from the kitchen.
Isaac distributed a cake to each of us. I suppose they are similar to the Barny Bear cakes or Lulu or Ourson cakes you can buy everywhere, but they taste different. Good, but different. Nowhere near as good as a real, fresh Belgian eclair or profiterole, though. When I first arrived, I brought the children a supply of Belgian candy and chocolates. They disappeared very quickly! They liked the Cuberdon candies from my hometown of Gent, especially, and they still keep looking in my room for more, but you can’t keep them too long or the jelly inside crystalizes and they are not the same. I brought several flavors, and they ate them all. I like the black currant ones best.
But I took my Ding Dong, which looks like a hockey puck if you haven’t tried one, and pulled it in half before Costa opened his. “Hey,” I called to him, “daar kikker je van op.” I put the half-cake sticking out of my mouth. Costa understood and bit into it, kissing me in the process. A fine, chocolate cake kiss!
“Hey, that’s like Lady and the Tramp with the spaghetti!” Emma laughed behind us.
“Except with a frog, right?” Costa laughed after he had swallowed and took a drink. It is also an expression he has learned, or learned to understand. It means “this will frog you up” — ‘this will make you feel better.’ Because frogs leap, and leaping is happiness. He likes my animal phrases.
We separated. “Your turn!” I called out loudly, and then threw a book from my nightstand across the room. I was not trying to hit Emma or Isaac, just to make house noise.
Isaac looked at me. “What…?”
“We’ve seen you two kiss. This is not a secret,” I smiled at him, then finished the other half of my cake.
Emma got the idea and split her cake. They copied us and bit into the cake toward a kiss. It was cute. Very cute.
I pulled Costa off of the bed, then, and we both sat on the floor. I looked at the kids. “Your turn.”
“What? We just did it,” Isaac protested.
I pointed at the bed. “Your turn.”
The two looked at each other, trying to determine if I meant what I said, and if they should follow along and ‘take their turn.’
“Now’s the time,” Costa quietly told Emma, referring to something they may have spoken about before. I am uncertain.
Emma took Isaac by the hand and sat on the bed. She put the remaining half of her cake in her mouth. Isaac climbed on the bed and repeated the chocolate cake kiss. When they had kissed and swallowed, there was yet a hesitation by both of them.
“Okay, clear the board,” Costa called out. He stood onto his knees and removed the items of his clothing still on the bed. Then he tugged at his boxer briefs, with a meaning for them to remove their own clothing. To be clearer, he whispered to Emma, “Take off his shirt.”
Emma nodded and took ahold of Isaac’s t-shirt from the bottom and raised it up. Isaac raised his hands automatically and the shirt was removed.
I nodded at Isaac for an unstated assumption that he would do the same to Emma, and he did.
Without prompting, they both got to work on the other’s button and zipper, but then each removed their own pants or shorts. Neither wore stockings. Isaac pushed his pants down in quite a hurry and kicked them off the bed. He was naked, not having put his underwear back on, before, and his lul was quite hard. Emma’s shorts vanished, and then Isaac gently pushed her back on the bed to remove her panties for her. We were once again treated to the sight of her little kut.
Costa
Isaac wasn’t thinking about foreplay. I know he’s played around with Emma’s pussy, but I hadn’t asked if he’d gone down on her — or if she’d given him a blowjob, for that matter. He was going for the gold.
Emma lay back, her legs spread, Isaac between them, inching forward, checking where he was, inching forward some more, spreading his knees so that Emma spread wider, checking distance again. And then they were there.
It was too quiet. I called out, “Come on, roll the dice,” over the bed toward the doorway. I got a quick glance from Isaac, but he realized what we were doing, and not telling him to get on with it. Not to vooruit met de geit.
Silke and I were still off to the side of the bed, so had a pretty good view of the action. Isaac lined up his cock, then we saw him say something. Something like, “You sure?” or “You okay?” and then he pushed his cock inside his sister.
Well, he didn’t get it all the way in. Not in one push like he had with Silke. It took a few back-and-forths, but I know that his cock was going to fit way better than mine could’ve. Emma’s hands flew up to Isaac’s arms, then to his sides, then slid to his hips, making sure he didn’t push too hard. But then her hands slid back up to his ribs, then back down to his hips. He was in. She was caressing her boy.
He whispered something. Probably “It’s in — all the way.”
Emma nodded rapidly. Little nods. She knew.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
Emma shook her head, but didn’t speak.
Isaac dropped down on her and they kissed. And kept kissing. I kind of got the feeling this is how it all started. Maybe she did walk into his room and watched him jerk off, but she’s loved her brother for years. You could see that. They were good at kissing. Not just peck-peck-peck. Real kissing. Making out. Her hands in his short brown hair.
Isaac broke and came up for air. And knowing what he now knew from his experience with Silke, he started fucking his sister. He drew out carefully, but didn’t fall out this time. And he pushed back in.
Emma’s face was tight. I imagine her pussy was, too. In fact, Isaac even whispered, “This is… you are really tight.”
“It’s big. Bigger than I thought,” Emma finally said.
Now there’s something I wish I’d heard on my first time. Although Silke did say something similar on our first time, so I got that going for me, which is nice.
“Is it okay?” Isaac asked.
“Oh, yeah. Isaac? Yeah. Keep going. Easy, but keep going. It feels good,” Emma said with a growing smile. “Do you like me? I mean, do you like it?”
“Heck, yeah, I like it!” Isaac answered. Then it hit him, what she’d said. “I like you. I love you.” Even as he said it, he still took a real fast glance at Silke and me, like he was embarrassed to say he loved his sister in front of us. But he did the right thing and looked back into his sister’s eyes. He kissed her again and said, “I love you,” inside the kiss.
When he moved to kissing her neck, Emma assured her brother, “I love you so much, Isaac…”
Silke and I looked at each other, and realized we shouldn’t be there. We may have given the little shove to them to do what they would have at some point, but they weren’t fucking. They weren’t neuken. They weren’t naaien. They weren’t wippen. They were making love. Vrijen. For all that meant to them, for how they understood it, they were making love.
The two of us slid sideways and stopped watching. I gathered my t-shirt and sweater and jeans and put them on at Silke’s desk chair as Isaac got into it and thrust faster into his sister. Silke put on a pair of casual pants from her closet as Emma started whimpering, a cute breath with each of her brother’s thrusts. I’d heard her make those noises before, but knew they did not belong to me; they were for the boy she loved.
I knew how she felt.
Silke pulled out her school laptop and set about making background noise by playing the video of the play we did. But when the lead guy started singing about “Oh, what a bea-u-ti-ful mooooor-ningggggg!” I had her shut it down, and I found a YouTube playlist that seemed more appropriate. The first song was Sia’s “Gimme Love.” I couldn’t let Emma lose her virginity to a showtune! The next few in the list were “Espresso” and “Birds of a Feather” and “Close to You” and “Beautiful Things” and “Don’t Forget Me.” I don’t know if all the lyrics would be appropriate to the situation, but they were all kind of romantic.
We left the room and half-closed the door. We quietly made our way down the stairs and started picking up the toys. I got the skate and soccer ball and put them in Isaac’s room while Silke put the old tricycle back in the garage.
As I passed Silke’s door, I looked inside and happened to catch Isaac cumming, slamming his ass into… I had to leave.
I picked up all the Bluey figures and brought them to Emma’s room while Silke put back the pots and pans, and boxed up the game.
Emma was holding Isaac close to her, just slowly stroking his spine as they recovered.
Both Silke and I worked to hang the picture frame correctly, which fortunately was not broken, and blotted the carpet behind the couch with paper towels to try and soak up any dampness.
Back in Silke’s room, Isaac and Emma had started fucking again. Kid’s dick probably never even got soft.
Silke
Costa and I sat on the top stair. We took out our phones and I AirDropped to his phone the video of him playing the game and our lovemaking. I am so glad Emma filmed this!
Ben might’ve been watching TV or not. We watched the TV over his head.
“I think that’s the girl from Deadpool & Wolverine who played Professor X’s evil sister, except with hair, now,” Costa pointed out, recognizing actress Emma Corrin.
“Is that meant to be Elon Musk?” I asked, pointing to a man on the screen. “Is he the killer?”
“In the movie or real life?” Costa asked, and we both laughed.
“So. You are going to California. Disneyland. Hollywood. Surfing,” he said. “I’m glad you’re seeing more of the US, but I’m disappointed it won’t be with me.
“I will pretend to act surprised when they tell me,” I said and smiled.
“You’re going to miss having Christmas with me,” Costa pouted.
“Then I’ll have to give you my present early. And you will give me yours!” I tried to say that sexy and funny, but then I turned and saw Costa’s face. “Don’t be sad. It’s only for a week, then we will be together, again.”
“And then only for a week more. Then you’re gone for good.”
I had to take a breath and I comically shook his head between my hands. “I told you not to fall in love with me! Hey, how about you come to Europe in the spring. I can show you all over. We can go anywhere from Paris to Berlin, if you want. Or just stay in my kot in Gent at my school.”
He was still upset inside. He didn’t even make a joke about kot vs kat vs kut. Yes, I know he would prefer my kut.
“And, hey, we’re all going skiing, soon, right?” I tried to raise his spirit. “And we’re going to spend the night together in Wisconsin, right?”
I picked up his chin. “This is not the time to be upset. I am still here with you for another month before it is Kerstmis.”
“I know,” he said. “It just hit me, like a punch. I’ll be okay.”
He stood and headed into my bedroom. He said loud enough for Ben, “Okay, let’s see what you two cooked up for us! How do we play? Is this a maze? Or a trivia game?”
I followed him inside. Isaac was dressed. Emma was pulling up her shorts. I sat next to her on the bed.
“Was it everything you’d hoped for?” I asked her quietly while the boys made noise. “Did not hurt too badly?”
Emma was floating. “At first, but then… I want to do this every day.”
“Because the sex was pleasurable, or because it is with Isaac?” I asked.
“Because I had Isaac in my arms,” she said, putting her head on my shoulder. “I had Isaac inside me.”
“Because you are in love with Isaac.”
Emma nodded against me.
“Are you in love with Costa?” she asked me.
“Can you keep a secret?” I asked back.
She nodded.
“Yes, I am.”
“But you don’t live here. Not really,” she realized.
“That is a problem. These things are hard. But time and distance will take care of us.” I stroked her long brown hair. “You will have a similar hard road one day. I don’t envy you the choices you will have to make.”
We watched the boys. Isaac looked taller than usual.
“You two should go back to your rooms. Your mother will be home, soon,” I told the kids. They nodded and left together.
Costa found his coat and we both headed downstairs.
Costa
The day was pretty good, overall. Actually, really good. Fucking fantastic! I mean that. I’d gotten the bad news about Silke going to California but, you know, we’ll deal with it. We’ve got time. Gonna have to deal with it, and with her leaving for home. Got no choice, really.
I got my coat from Silke’s room, and said goodnight to Emma and Isaac. Emma gave me a hug and I kissed the top of her head. Silke and I walked down to the livingroom, making noise on the stairs this time, letting Mr. A know I was leaving on time by house rules.
I sat on the ottoman to put on my shoes. It was then that I noticed what I had been missing. Going all the way back to when I was playing the game, I knew I was forgetting something.
I looked up at Mr. Ackerman.
“You missed your socks, Tarzan. They’re still hanging in the flower vase, over there.”
Fuck!
Helaas, pindakaas.
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