Cherish flailed around, “SHIT!” She shrieked dunking under. The water smacked violently together, and her dark form sank.
Simon Sr. flipped the burgers and turned the sausages as he watched them mess around. There was soft amusement in his eyes. He remembered similar antics he used on Margaret when they were younger. His son seemed truly happy and comfortable which set his mind at ease. It was obvious they fit together but, Simon Sr. would never mention his thoughts; unlike his wife. Unbeknownst to Margaret, he’d taken a lot longer to ask her out than she thought. Despite his confidence and perversion, he crushed on his wife and kept his dirty hands from her for years before asking her out. He only hoped his son wouldn’t follow in his footsteps.
Cherish swam around Simon and proceeded to yank his pants down. Bubbles from her laughter surfaced before she followed and swam backwards from him. She held his shorts in the air, “Oh my! Where ever did I get these from? SIMON! YOU PERVERT! DAD!” She howled.
Simon Sr. glanced up from the grill. Was he wrong all along? Was his son smoother than he was? No, no he was not.
Simon released a loud sound; a mixture between a gasp and a shout. Panic flooded him as he swam after her while she scrambled to get away.
Turning for the stairs, Cherish’s gaze locked onto Simon Sr.’s. She held her arms in the air and ran in slow motion through the water. Her breasts hung in heavy splendor with the water as the hot, Florida sunlight reflected across her face, “HELP ME!” She screamed.
Simon Sr.’s eyes were wide as he stepped away from the barbecue and saw Cherish; again. She ran up the stairs with that incredible body. Her suit clung to her curves and she didn’t have the time to readjust herself. Behind her, he saw his son scrambling up the stairs butt naked.
Simon cupped his cash and prizes as he yelled out, “CHERISH! CHERISH! GET BACK HERE! DAD CATCH HER!”
Cherish was going to run into Simon Sr.’s arms, but she made a sharp turn to the left and took off for the grass. Simon Sr. rushed over and betrayed his son. Wrapping his arms around Simon’s soaked, nude frame, he allowed Cherish to get away while his composure fell away in stitches, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Let it out, boy! Show that Gabot pride.” He teased.
Simon’s voice cracked as he shouted, “REALLY?!”
Stumbling over, Cherish jumped at the sounds of Simon’s cries. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him in his father’s arms.
Victory!
Hearing the commotion, Margaret stepped onto the porch with one baby on each hip. There was his son, naked as the day he was born and in the wrong arms. Then, there was Cherish dying of laughter on the grass, “Honey! Let the boy go and get the pool ready for the kids!” She called over to her husband.
Shaking out of his father’s grip, Simon raced after Cherish around the pool until he caught her by the wrist. In that motion he tugged her into his chest and stared into her eyes with an intense heat. The moment paused. He wasn’t mad just incredibly embarrassed and harassed.
Margaret’s lips slightly parted the moment her eyes sank towards her son’s ass. Sighing, she waited until her husband was close enough before she dared to speak, “If he shows her that sight, he has no chance of redemption. Oh God.” She said with a laugh.
As though hearing what his mother said, what did Simon do? Kiss Cherish?
No.
Hug her?
No.
Yanking the trunks from her hands, he turned his back to her and showed his pale backside.
The moment Cherish’s eyes were locked onto a sight she could never un-see, she was defeated. There was a moment that tugged at her heart strings which all crumbled away when he turned around.
He stepped into his shorts before he tossed a look over his shoulder, “You have SOME nerve. You don’t see me stealing the suit off your tits! Heaven forbid, Jr. would gain wings and fly out of the window for you!” He exclaimed. Her wet frame crumpled onto the grass and she couldn’t help herself. Her finger slipped between his cheeks. In that moment, Simon’s eyes snapped open, “WHAT THE! NO! NO, NO!” He yelled as he quickly pulled his shorts up. Holding a hand to his ass, he ran away from her out of his own paranoia.
Watching him, Cherish fell onto her back and began to gasp for breath amid her laughter. She honestly didn’t think she’d ever catch her breath again.
Simon Sr. stifled a laugh, “Oh fuck.” He muttered.
Simon’s brow twitched as he stopped and watched her; laughing the life out of herself. Hesitantly, he made sure his behind was faced away before returning to her side. He knelt onto the grass, pushed on her arm, and shook her, “That’s it. That’s right. Go to the light and it’ll all be over soon. We will miss you, Cherish.” He coaxed jokingly.
Growing uncomfortably hot, Jr. began to grunt and kick his legs while his sister began to pout. Simon Sr. approached the shed and pulled out a large kiddie pool for them. In the shade, he placed the pool down before taking the hose and began to fill it with water, “You’ve got a kinky one over there, son! That’s how you know to put a damn ring on her.” He called out while Margaret approached. Both parents could only stare at the duo of giggles with pleased smiles.
This would be a great, family afternoon.
For Cherish to stop laughing, took a long, long time. One after the other, zing after zing, her voice was destroyed halfway through the afternoon. Over the last
