This imagine is for Abby! Enjoy.
Ethan's POV:
"I told you guys to keep your dirty laundry in your fucking rooms!" I hear my wife, Abby yell in our living room.
"Sorry mom, I got tired when I got home". Wyatt, our son says as he trudges to the room.
"And I was tired when I got home from work, yet I still made you guys dinner. Now clean your shit or you and Michael won't go to the mall with your friends". She threatens and throws his sweater at him.
"Woah woah woah, that's not fair. I'm the cleanest one from the two, I should be able to go by myself". Michael, Wyatt's twin brother, barges in.
"Now you know what your uncle Grayson felt whenever I would mess up". I laugh.
"You better start cleaning then". Abby warned. Michael pushes Wyatt and they head to their rooms. Abby plops onto the couch.
"I'm starting to wish you should have used a condom". She rolls her eyes.
"So do I".
"Anyways, Grayson canceled the dinner for the night. He had to paint Bailey's room periwinkle before her recital".
"Aww, I remember when the boys were her age". Abby looks down.
"Really, they've been assholes ever since they were born".
"I know. . . you know what? I take that back". She laughs.
"Come over here, you look tired". I say and open my arms. She sits on my lap and hugs me.
"I need to finish cleaning, Ethan". She says.
"Not really, you can put the cleaning on hold and go to the bedroom with me.
"And create another set of jerks? No thank you". Abby laughs.
"Eww!! My parents are doing nasty things". Wyatt says as he walks into the living room.
"You're just jealous that I can get a girl to sit on my lap and you can't". I joke. Abby punches my arm.
"Eww, dad. Please stop. Anyways, we need to borrow your car".
"Alright, the keys are in the garage".
"Hey, mom. Is it okay if we can bring some friends over? Like after we come back from the mall".
"Yes honey, they just can't stay here too late. And you better eat something on the way back because I'm not going to make dinner for all of your friends".
"Alright, mom. Okay, we'll see you guys". They announce and walk out. She gets up and walks to the fridge.
"I thought it would be easy to take care of them once they were older". I tell her.
"So. Did. I". She chuckles.
"It reminds me of when Gray and I were teenagers. My mom didn't know what to do with us".
"I bet, I remember that story about the bungee cords she told me three years ago".
"Oh man, that one was funny. I wish I still had that energy growing up".
"What are you talking about?" She chuckles as she made her way back to the couch and sat herself down on the opposite couch.
"Yeah, I mean I just spent my time speaking to girls, but that was pretty easy for me". I say. Abby gives me an astonished look.
"Easy?"
"Well, yeah. Girls my age always fell head over heels for me and Gray". I shrug.
"Honey, I doubt that. You were practically begging me to marry you". She laughs.
"True, but I'm pretty sure that I still managed to charm you".
"Not that much". She rolls her eyes and jokes.
"Do we need to prove that right now?" I add. She raises an eyebrow.
"Try me, bitch". She says playfully.
That did it.
I got up and charged at her. I get her up and begin to kiss her hard, making her drop her water bottle. Her arms go onto my shoulders and pulls herself onto me. My mouth aggressively moves to her chest. She leans her head back and begins to run her fingers through my hair. She stops me.
"Let's break in that new mattress in the guest room". She smiles. We both hurry up the stairs and hopped onto the bed. She lays me down and begins to kiss me again. My hands went to her waist and under her shirt. I felt myself become shaky as I discover that she wasn't wearing a bra. She grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it off.
Her blazing, wet lips begin to make a trail of kisses from my chest to my stomach. Her fingers to the waistline of my underwear. She suddenly stops and gives me a starving look. She pulls off her shirt
"I want you to fuck me like if we were going to make another set of twins". She whispers. Woah, that was the first time I heard her say that. I grab the side of her face and bring her to my lips. I felt her hips move back and forth, and the fire and intensity grew rapidly from the sweetness between her sensual thighs.
"Didn't you hear me? I want you inside me". She whined. A sudden jolt of adrenaline hits me. I wrap my arm around her back and I pull her to the bed as I try to push myself on top of her. She pulls my underwear down and my hand goes under the only piece of fabric covering her body. My thumb goes to the edge of her drenched crevice and begins to move in small circles. Her arms catch her as she fell back in pleasure.
"What do you want me to do?" I ask her.
"Fuck me until my legs give out". She hisses. I stop and yank her underwear off. I pull my underwear to my knees and I position her to me. I grab my throbbing member and shoved it inside her. We let out a moan that echoed through the empty house. I begin to drive my hips rapidly. I wanted to shut her up. She lets out a trembling gasp as I moved.
"Hey, dad? What's going on- AHHH!!" Wyatt says as he barges through the door. Michael lines behind him.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" He shouts.
"Close the damn door!" Abby orders. They shut the door and we begin to change quickly.
"I thought you guys left to the mall". I shout.
"We did but we forgot to ask you for money". Michael screams through the door. All dressed, we walked out of the room and head to our bedroom. I get my wallet and hand them some money.
"Why... why the guest room?" Wyatt asks, avoiding to look at us in the eye.
"Cause we own the damn house and we can have sex wherever we want to". I tell them. Abby swats my arm. As they walk away, I hear Michael say.
"Man, I fucked Maddy in that room". And they closed the bedroom door.
"I need you to finish what we started". Abby whispers into my ear.
"Let's just wait until the boys leave".
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Here ya go, Abby. I hope you love it!!
I am running short on request guys, please don't make me end this series early. BUG ME WITH REQUESTS!!
If you also didn't know, have made a sort of trilogy.
The first story is: Not Yet
Second Story: Almost there.
Third: Here.
If you are a Grayson girl, you should read it. If you're not, read it anyways. Cause ya'll are awesome people.
Have an awesome day Cinnamon Rolls!!
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