(A/N: This Has Nothing To Do With The Original Story Line, It's Just A Little Special For The Holidays... This Chapter Will Be Taken Down In A Few Days)
Retributed: A Late 4th-Of-Labor-July-Hallow-Varo-een-Thanks-mas-Valen-New-tines-Year-Giving-Day Special
~Tilly Beans P.O.V.~
I woke up earlier than usual due to my holiday senses tingling. Everyone knows I love a holiday because that gives me all the more reason to dress up- or dress less depending on said holiday and it's another time when all of us as a family come together at one table and do what we normally do as a unit. Slithering out of the champagne pink silk sheeted bed- yes I chose the color and I've noticed we only use silk sheets in this house. I find silk sheets easier to get stains out of than regular cotton but I also feel ten times sexier engulfed in silk when not engulfed by Daddy Arlie, if not both.
Without disturbing Daddy's slumber, I was free from the sheets and continued on my way to my phone which had been left on the bathroom counter to charge. I don't care what anybody says, that one specific socket charges my phone faster than the others so I've claimed that as my socket by putting purple glitter sticker dots on it. That's how I claim things mine for the most part around here and it seems to work but it looks funny because the purple is so glittery against the subtle beach themed bathroom that I may or may not have had an influence on to make me feel more like a mermaid within this home... but these are just speculations.
Looking at my calendar on the phone, today was Varomas Eve? Damn already? It was just New Years like yesterday. Huh... I don't think I've ever really celebrated Varomas Eve? I always just ignored it because Varomas was the following day. None of us here have ever celebrated Varomas Eve the same way we celebrate the other holidays like Halloween, Thanksgiving, my birthday, Varomas and so on but the more I think about it... how does one celebrate Varomas Eve?... especially on such short notice.
The more thought I invested in it, we never celebrate Labor Day either? I know that has nothing to do with December but I was looking at the rest of the calendar and was now curious about it. We could celebrate that too one of these days? I wanted to look up the holiday first, see what this day is really all about and then I'll go about the works of how to celebrate Varomas Eve. I plopped myself up on the counter and began my research... from all that I can see its just a day to honor the working people. Its celebrated here and Canada; well what can we do to make the most out of this? I'd like to have the family over, a nice dinner, maybe some activities and a bonfire down at the beach? But that's what I wanna do for Varomas Eve now. I feel conflicted. I only have little time to plan and I'm not good at planning on short notice so let my shit show begin- oooh but since its honoring the working people, Daddy works hard all the time so let me honor him in the sake of Labor Day.
I spent some time in the bathroom cleaning up because I looked liked a mess and a half but now I'm walking back into the room to see he's still sound asleep. Watching where I stepped, I made my way over to the bed and crawled on carefully. Moving slowly and applying all my weight onto each limb as needed and gradually till I was sitting on my legs facing him. He always ends up on his back not long before he wakes up so I pulled back the blankets that were at his waist and piled them at his knees- oh God he's moving a bit. I'll just sit frozen like a statue and hope he doesn't move- okay we're good.
Unbuttoning that tiny button to his solid black boxers, I reached in and gladly pulled out what was now mine. Morning wood- specifically his- was by far my favorite because he doesn't have to be turned on to get it but then he becomes turned on when he sees and feels what I'm doing so then I get turned on by knowing I'm turning him on and thus we end up starting our day later than intended along with it being one giant turn on fest.

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Ficción GeneralThis is the tenth and final book to my Thug Love Series. Follow through the eyes of the uprising second generation as they establish themselves in the drug game and figure out themselves, more importantly where there trust lies and who they can inve...