EroticReverie

Paisleah

Hours later Jameson’s relatives and parents leave along with most of mine. Per our annual ritual , a few of my aunts and uncles stay with their kids , and they’ll lay out air mattresses on the floor for the kids and the adults will take the guest bedrooms. 

As we’re standing in the kitchen tearing to figure out who is sleeping where my brother decides it’s a good time to throw me and Jameson both for a loop. 

“Why not just give uncle Patrick and aunt Kari , Paisleah bed?”Clay asks. 

“And where would Paisleah sleep?” My aunt Kari asks. 

Clay laughs. “Oh come on. We all know where she’s gonna sleep. And it ain’t here.”he says and I feel Jameson’s body tense and the side of his hand that was lingering near my side , just so he could touch me , draws away from me. 

There’s silence all around the room and Jameson clears his throat and Clay laughs. 

“Seriously? I’m the only one that heard them earlier upstairs?” He says and I gasp and Jameson shoots daggers at my brother. 

“That’s enough.” Jameson says. 

“What do you mean?” My mother asks and looks around clueless and my Uncle smirks knowingly and bites back his laughter and my cheeks heat. Oh god. My brother and my uncle heard me getting fucking railed earlier. Shit. How embarrassing. How gross. Yuck. I didn’t want to think of them thinking of me getting fucked. But, it was my fault, god, I’d needed Jameson so bad it wasn’t even funny. 

“He was rocking your daughter around the fuckin Christmas tree upstairs” Clay says with a laugh. He’s drunk. And he’s not mad. So at least there’s that. 

My mother gasps at his cursing then gasps again when she realizes what he’s implicating and I smack my hands over my face and groan as Jameson growls. 

“Don’t talk about your sister like that.” Jameson growls at him and Clay laughs. 

“She’s my sister. It’s not like we’re not all adults. How long did you wait till you two decided to start screwin?” Clay laughs and my mother gasps and my father yells at my brother and slaps him upside the head and I grab ahold of Jameson’s forearm as he goes to move. 

“He’s drunk Jameson” I say. And Jameson looks at me and I shake my head. “It’s fine. Cats out of the bag.” I say with a little laugh and he frowns. 

“Not. How I wanted to tell your parents honey” he mutters and I shrug and roll my eyes. 

“Isn’t that how we do things around here? Nothing goes as planned. Like. Ever. In this house.” I say and he grumbles and I look to my dad. Who is glaring at Jameson like he just deflowered me right in front of him. Good god. 

“Youre …together?” My mother gasps, again. Tears already in her eyes. I knew she’d be on board. 

“They god damn better be together if he’s got my daughter in his damn bed.” My father growls. 

“Daddy!” I yelp and Jameson looks so fucking embarrassed and disappointed in my brother for spilling the secret. If it was up to Jameson I bet he had a big old speech planned to state his intentions with me and ask for my fathers permission to date me or some shit. 

“Yes. We’re together.” Jameson nods and looks to my brother. “This was NOT how I expected we would tell you Mister and Mrs Perry.” Jameson says and my mother squeals and claps her hands over her mouth. 

“Oh sweetie!” She squeals. But it’s Jameson she’s calling sweetie and she walks around the counter and takes giant Jameson into her arms and squeezes him as Jameson stands there and then eventually wraps his arms around her. 

“Oh, I just love this! I love this for you, for both of you, oh my little girl, and my little boy” she says and reaches up to his scruffy face. 

It was odd for her to put it that way even though I know they considered Jameson like a second son from how much time he spent at our place growing up. 

“I’m your little boy!” Clay says. 

“Youre a god damn idiot boy.” My father grumbles at Clay who scowls at my father and huffs. Even though none of it’s serious. 

“Oh, does your mother know? Oh sweetie!” She says and pulls Jameson’s face down and smacks a kiss on his cheek. And claps her hands on his cheeks several times. 

“Oh, I’m just so happy for you sweetie!” She exclaims and I know it’s because of his ex wife. Everyone that knew Jameson knew what he wanted through and that he deserved so much better. 

“You better be good to him !” My mother says to me and I roll my eyes. 

“Geeze. Thanks mom” I say and a few people laugh at the fact she’s warning ME. Her flesh and blood to be good to her “like a son” son , Jameson. 

“Oh I don’t need to tell him to be good to you!” She huffs and waves me off. “I know he’s a good boy” she says and keeps Jameson’s face in her hands. And then stares at him. 

“Won’t you?” She pinches his cheeks and I bite back my own laugh as he winces and his nose scrunches. 

“Better than good Mrs.Perry” he says and she squeals again. I swear. Everyone was a fan of Jameson. Everyone adored him even through his grumpy disposition. But he wasn’t grumpy with my mother or his. Or other women in his family. 

“Let’s get your mother back over here for th good news!” My mother shrieks and turns to go get her phone and I reach out and take Jameson’s hand and he sighs and looks at me. I just smile. 

“You mad?” I ask. 

“No. But I might strangle your brother with a cord of Christmas lights when he’s sleeping tonight.” He says and my brother Clay and everyone else hears it and laughs. 

“It’s an emergency!” My mother squeals into her phone. 

“Ma! Don’t say that! It is NOT an emergency!” I yell before Jameson’s mother can go into a panic. 

—-

An hour later after the news is broken to everyone , my father takes Jameson into his “office” and I roll my eyes at my father saying “I just want to talk to the boy. That’s all” 

Another thirty minutes later Jameson is walking out looking unscathed with a small smile on his face. 

Jameson walks over to me and sits down beside me on the couch and leans in. 

“We’re going to a hotel tonight. We’re not sleeping in any house with our fan base.” He says and I giggle and my toes curl at the idea. 

—-

It’s eleven at night as I’m tossed onto the hotel bed. Our overnight bags dropped right inside the door and Jameson begins to undress as he looks at me and groans. 

“Take your fucking clothes off honey, it’s time for you to give me some attention”