(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 33: Come & My Brother!?

Please excuse any grammatical errors.

March 15, 1992

~Tia's P.O.V~

Sometimes when waking up it takes me a minute to wake up. My eyes may be open but I still be in dreamworld. I had some type of weird dream where I was gripping something, I just don't remember. I opened my eyes remembering I fell asleep on the couch, but not on Donald. In my dream I was gripping something else, but in real life I had a tight hold on his shirt. The covers were only covering my bottom half, and completely off him. The analog clock read 9:56 a.m.

I looked up and saw that he was still asleep. I slept on my side, back to the backrest of the couch, with my leg propped up on his. I moved over on my stomach and felt something poking my ribs. Please don't let it be what I think it is! I looked at his shirt and saw it soaked with my saliva. Yes, I sometimes slob a profuse amount in my sleep. That's embarrassing! I know he feels it on his stomach, just like I feel what's poking me.

I finally have enough courage to look down, even though I have a pretty good idea on what it is. I slightly lifted up and saw what it was. MORNING WOOD... It wasn't sticking straight, but it was against his hard thigh restrained from his blue sweats. My eyes grew large at the sight. I began to carefully slide off of him, so carefully I fell on the floor, underneath the table. I hit my baby toe on the leg of the table, and when I tried to get up I hit my knee on the glass of the table. I promise that I'm not clumsy!

"Ahhh," I moaned in pain, and quickly quieting down. I grabbed my foot rubbing it trying to rid of the pain.

After all of that occurred, I looked up and saw he was still asleep. Dang, this man is a heavy sleeper! I stood up, covered him with the blanket, and walked away from the couch limping. All in one, brushed my teeth, washed my face with a different towel than I used on my body, and showered all at the same time.

When I walked out of the bedroom after getting dressed I saw the covers completely off his body, Donald had his right hand behind his head, and left in his pants. He was still asleep, but ever so often his hand would move and a small groan/moan would leave his lips. I knew exactly where his hand was rested underneath the material.

"I'm not about to just stand here and watch this. I'd be a whole pervert to watch." I mumbled to myself, fixing to go to the kitchen. I saw movement at the corner of my eye just as I was about to do that.

"Why my shirt damp?" Donald said to nobody in particular, after his hand that was in his pants slid up to his clothed stomach. His voice was very raspy, more than it is on some of the JoDeCi records. Donald's eyes popped open, looking towards the ceiling.

"It ain't een hot in up in here." He mumbled to himself sitting up on the couch. He then turned his head and looked over to me. "Mornin'." He nodded at me.

"Good morning. Uh, you want another shirt? I got some large dude shirts in the my suitcase." I said with raised eyebrows, pointing to the bedroom. I don't want to tell nobody that I slobbed all on their shirt.

"Nah, I'm good. It's just a lil sweat, it'll dry." He chuckled. Dear God, his laugh is even better upon awakening. Not saying that he has a bad voice, everything is just much deeper in the morning. I closed my eyes and tightly clenched my legs. Girl, you need some alone playtime, because this got you on ten.