Mean Boys 3 Years Later

Part Twenty-Seven

“My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like it’s better than yours, damn right it’s better than yours I could teach you but I have to charge….”

Rubbing my eyes I yawned before glancing at the alarm clock on my nightstand and letting out a moan at the sight of the time.

7:00 am

Rolling over I was surprised to see the space on the bed Destiny usually occupied was empty. Confused I threw off my duvet and rising to my feet pulled a pair of sweatpants on over my boxers.

Not bothering with a shirt I shuffled out of the room and down the hall. Stopping outside Andy’s room I peeked inside and finding him staring back at me expectantly, let out a chuckle.

“Good morning sir.” I greeted, my voice husky from sleep.

Opening his mouth Andy opened and closed his hands.

“What’s up?” I greeted, “You got to the boobs before I did I see.”

Leaning over the crib I poked at the milk stain on his pajamas before picking him up. Smiling I lightly pressed my nose against the top of his head and inhaled. There was something strangely addictive about the way he smelled, like Johnson’s soup, the formula he drank half the time since Destiny was trying to wean him off of breast milk, the strangely pleasant smell of fresh diapers and the general smell of baby I’d been missing since Minnie and Bean had gotten older.

“….You want me to teach thee techniques that freaks these boys, it can’t be bought. Just know thieves get caught…”

“Who is playing that at this hour?” I mumbled, rubbing Andy’s back holding his small body against my chest, his head flopped on my shoulder.

Leaving his room I walked down the hall and down the stairs stopping in the living room at the sight in front of me.

Britney and Whitney stood in identical hot pink sports bras and shorts which were rolled so many times their cheeks poked out from underneath, and I’m not talking about the ones on their face. Standing in front of the television where the Milkshake video was playing they did body rolls and twerked while Minnie who was stood in front of them copies their movements. My eyes widening, I looked to the couch where Bean was standing and slapping back and forth in front of him like some kind of drunk pimp at a club, slapping an ass.

“….Then next he’s eyes are squint, then he’s picked up your scent!” Bean cried seductively moving his hands down  his body before cupping his crotch as if he had something there.

“What is going on here?” I asked.

“Oh hi Ashton!” Britney greeted happily.

“Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” Whitney laughed.

“It is seven in the morning.” I replied slowly.

“Duh.” Britney giggled, “We wake up at five thirty every morning to work out.”