“Where were you?” he asked, scratching his thigh and yawning elegantly.

“Nowhere.” Scott quickly replied, trying to hide the red that crept into his cheeks as well as the brown paper bag behind his back.

“Yeah… whatever.” Bob trailed off, turning back to the refrigerator. “I’d hide from Dad though. He told us we can’t leave for the next few millennia. We were lucky to get the group to spend the night tonight…”

He extracted a small pouch of fruit snacks and closed the fridge.

“I already received permission from the Gestapo.” Scott informed his younger brother, quickly heading for the exit.

“How?” Bob pursued, delicately opening his pouch and popping a purple gummy shark into his mouth.

Scott blushed again, wondering what he was getting all nervous about. He had gone to a clinic downtown with Angela to fulfill her wishes of procuring information on birth control and a standard STD test. It was just sex; he usually didn’t become so sensitive to the subject. But suddenly, he found himself turning pink with even the thought of eventually making love to his girlfriend. Not only would it be her first time, but it would be his as well. The thought made him smile. He was going to loose his virginity. The anticipation was exciting, and while Angela was scared out of her mind, he felt so much closer to her already. He couldn’t wait until he was able to express that closeness physically.

“It was important.” Scott mumbled, taking that as a closing statement and swiftly beginning to leave.

Bob followed. “How was it important?” he asked, starting on a red fruit snack.

“It just was.”

“Is that why Dad said you could go? What did you buy?” Bob continued, now fully awake and every bit as annoying.

Scott thought back to the embarrassing explanation he had to give his father, remembering the way Frank had smirked at how fidgety and nervous his son had become. “I told Dad and he said it was fine.” Scott explained calmly, starting up the steps.

Bob followed.

“What did you go to do? I wanna see what you bought. What’s in the bag?”

“Nothing Bob.” Scott replied patiently, as if he were addressing a small and curious child. He continued down the hall to his bedroom.

“Come on man! Lemme see!” Bob whined.

“No.” Scott replied.

“Come onnnnn!!”

Scott spun around to face his brother, looming in the doorway of his bedroom. “You know Bob? Curiosity killed the cat.” He stated, stepping backwards inside and shutting the door in his brother’s face.

* * *

As planned, Angela, Jeanine, Benjamin, Kelly, Carmen, and Timber arrived together at nine o’clock on the dot; each with armloads of sleep-over must-haves. The group, once reunited, crowded into the living room, their belongings piled everywhere, and watched ‘To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar’ while eating a very unhealthy dinner consisting of a variety of the junk foods Sheila had taken the liberty to purchase on the children’s behalf.

By midnight, the movie was finished, as was the food. Everyone agreed on changing into their pajamas, the girls designated to change in Scott’s bedroom due to his father’s orders. So the girls hurried up the steps, bags in hand, and established themselves in the eldest brother’s bedroom, going about the business of dressing for bed.

“Hey Kelly, do you have a brush?” Jeanine asked her cousin, once dressed in her pale purple bloomers and matching wife-beater-style tank.

Kelly, who was just tugging her gauzy white nightgown over her head positively replied, leaning over the bed to fetch her shoulder bag and retrieve her brush. She passed it to her best friend.

“Thanks man.” Jeanine said, going to the mirror on the dresser and brushing her lengthening hair back into a pony-tail.

Timber was already dressed in a very fitting, white tank-top, with embroidery across the neckline, and a pair of tiny red-plaid boxer shorts, rolled up at the waist. She stood before Scott’s dresser as well, looking over his massive CD collection. Angela and Carmen lay across the bed, discussing a favored topic of the bunch: sex. Carmen was already dressed in a white Gap tee-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Angela was similarly clad in a white J. Crew signature tee-shirt and navy blue soccer shorts that belonged to Scott. As their conversation grew more in depth, they gradually caught the attention of their friends, soon forced to move over on the bed in order to accommodate them.

Timber squished in between Angela and Jeanine, tucking her legs up under her and listening intently, trying to absorb all of the information that was leaking out of her best friends. Kelly was on Jeanine’s other side, with Carmen to her right.

“What are you guys talking about anyway?” Jeanine asked intently.

“Blow jobs.” Carmen replied, causing herself and the others to giggle.

Kelly shuddered, once recovered. “I think that has to be the most disgusting thing a girl can do. I mean, the guy pees out of that thing!” she exclaimed, horrified at the visualization.

“It’s not that bad.” Angela contradicted.

“I bet not with Scott.” Timber giggled.

“Do you even get anything out of it?” Kelly asked.

“What about Scott?” Carmen asked.

“I bet he’s huge.” Jeanine giggled.

Angela blushed, covering her face and giggling girlishly into her hands.

“He’s HUGE!!!” Jeanine taunted, trying to pry her friends hands away. “I can totally tell! I bet you totally enjoy sucking his big fat dick!”

“That’s so gross Jeanine!” Kelly chided.

“Try it Kelly. It’s not that bad.” Carmen shrugged.

“I know. Totally.” Jeanine put in.

“I don’t really mind too much.” Angela admitted. “I actually like to. Once you get used to it, it’s not disgusting at all. And it’s not as hard to do as people usually think.”

“How do you do it?” Timber asked.

“It’s hard to explain. You just know what to do.” Carmen tried to explain. “I mean, you just suck up and down, but don’t stop sucking when you’re moving up. That’s a common mistake girls make. And touch his balls too. Guys like when you play with their balls. That’s the most neglected area of their bodies.”

The others broke into more giggles.

“It’s not the sucking part that I really mind.” Kelly pointed out. “I just don’t like the whole ejaculation concept. That’s so disgusting! I hear it tastes just horrid.”

“It’s not that bad.” Angela, Jeanine, and Carmen chimed all at once before laughing at their jinx.

“Yeah it is!” Kelly exclaimed, shaking her head rapidly.

“No it’s not. You totally get used to it. And it’s not like there’s a lot of it going into your mouth anyway.” Jeanine pointed out.

“When did you start giving blow jobs?” Timber asked curiously.

“Like a month before I turned fifteen.” She replied.

“Really?” Carmen asked.

“Yeah… how old were you?” Jeanine raised an eyebrow.

“I was eleven or so.” Carmen replied. “I started that like just before I started having sex.”

“Sex?” Timber asked. “What’s that like?” she asked curiously.

“It’s pretty good.” Carmen shrugged.

“No, I mean, what’s the first time like?” Timber elaborated.

Carmen chuckled. “It kinda hurts.” She shrugged, not quite knowing what answer they were looking for.

“I hear it really hurts.” Jeanine put in, crossing her legs Indian style. ”Like, when he pops your cherry.”

“Hey Angela, are you and Scott doing it?” Kelly asked.

Angela’s eyes widened in surprise. “Kelly!” she giggled.

“I bet you guys are. He’s like always touching your boobs. Always” Timber pointed out.

“Scott’s just like that.” Angela shrugged, blushing.

“So are you doing it or not?!” Jeanine urged.

“Yeah!” Carmen reinforced. “If you can’t share your sex life with your best friends, who can you share it with?”

Angela chuckled again, clearly embarrassed. “Scott and I aren’t having sex… yet at least.” She smirked. “We haven’t even done that much besides kissing and… touching.”

For some odd reason, this information made the other four girls break into laughter.

“Yet?” Kelly asked. “You said yet.”

Timber just giggled hysterically.

“I bet it’s going to really hurt when you do it.” Jeanine put in, feigning thoughtfulness. “What with Scott’s big fat dick and all!!! He’s got to be ENORMOUS!!!”

This brought even more laughter to the room.

“Knock, knock.” Came a voice from the other side of the door.

“Come in!” the girls chimed.

Scott peeked his head into his bedroom, seeing the group situated on his made bed. They broke into more chortles upon seeing him. He paused after stepping into the room, wondering if something were perhaps showing. Glancing discreetly down at his blue flannel pajama pants and white tee-shirt, he was relieved to see that all was in place.

“We’ll leave you two alone.” Carmen announced, taking Kelly by the hand and heading out of the room.

Timber paused before following, tugging Jeanine with her. “I have to brush my teeth anyway.” She announced.

As the four girls passed Scott to get into the hallway, they picked up with their laughter, not bothering to hide the tell-tale glances they passed his way. Scott blushed furiously as self consciousness washed over him. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, looking towards Angela who was standing in front of the bed watching him. After Jeanine left the room, shutting the door tightly after locking it from the inside, they were alone.

“What was that all about?” Scott asked curiously, trying to control the red that continued to seep into his cheeks.

“Nothing.” Angela quickly dismissed, biting into her lip and smiling at him.

He looked her over, forgetting about the embarrassment he had previously felt. She was wearing his shorts. Just the thought made him fill with a pleasant warmth. He approached her, smiling and loosely wrapping his arms around her waist. “I have the strangest feeling you girls were talking about some pretty interesting things in here.” He casually mentioned as her arms conformed to his neck. She seemed so much less tense than she had been that afternoon at the clinic.

Scott delicately kissed her lips, a light peck that resonated into both of them. Angela smiled as he pecked her again. She loved sharing soft kisses with him, though she also enjoyed when the made out with passion and vigor. Smoothing her hands down his chest, she gave him a gentle shove, turning him towards the bed and gently pushing him against it. As his calves hit the obstruction, Scott sank back, sitting down and gazing up into her deep brown eyes. She sighed placidly and sat on him, straddling his waist. He conformed his hands to her hips, sighing and continuing to stare into her eyes, just enjoying the way it felt to be so close to her. He could only imagine what any additional closeness would feel like.

“You’re so beautiful.” He sighed, thinking of how she was such a subtly sexy person. Even in a tee shirt and shorts with her hair hanging around her face, she turned him on. It was the way his shorts hung on her hips; the way her tee-shirt was so soft and worn, outlining her beautiful breasts. He was awed by the curves of her body. They were so different in comparison to the contours of his own. She had the softest swell to her hips and her breasts… he could never imagine what it would be like to have them.

Scott smoothed his hands over her chest as he thought of the two mounds upon it. That was when he discovered that she was not wearing a bra. His shining blue eyes returned to her brown ones as she watched his face carefully. Breathing deeply, he continued to stare at her face as his hands moved back down her chest only to venture underneath her shirt. He felt her delicate skin, gently fondling her and watching his knuckle outlines under the thin white fabric. As his hands traveled away from her chest and the fabric returned to it’s previous position, he took notice that her nipples had become hard, jabbing out against the white.

Angela ran her fingers back into his hair, sighing once more and kissing his forehead. Scott’s roving hands finally came to rest on her hips as he nuzzled his head against her chest, the comfort overwhelming him when she held him close.

“I want to make love to you so bad…” he whispered against her tee-shirt.

Angela threaded her hands in his shaggy locks, tugging his head up so he could look at her face. She leaned towards him, her mouth feverishly connecting to his. Scott moaned softly into her mouth as she laid him back on the smooth duvet…

* * *

Bob ducked down to the sink, spitting a bluish-green-white froth into the porcelain sink, watching it flush down with the running cold water. He jammed his toothbrush back into his mouth, continuing to brush his teeth and returning his lazy stare back to the mirror.

“Peekaboo.” Timber giggled, poking her head into the bathroom. She held up her clear toothbrush and grinned. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Bob greeted, a smile spreading sloppily over his toothpaste-covered lips.

Timber entered the bathroom and bumped his hip with her own, urging her to provide him room in front of the mirror. Bob grinned, reaching for the toothpaste while securing his toothbrush in his mouth by means of his teeth. He unscrewed the cap and began to squeeze a rather large glob onto her brush.

“Hey!” Timber exclaimed as the glob grew to an obscene amount and spilled over onto her foot. “You little--- STOP!” she giggled, finally jerking her brush away and having the rest of the toothpaste plop onto her foot.

Bob’s body rattled with suppressed laughter as he replaced the cap and tooth-paste tube, amused with his joke.

“That wasn’t funny.” Timber grinned, unraveling some toilet paper from the roll and beginning to clean her foot after sticking the bristled side of the brush into her mouth.

Bob looked back to the mirror, continuing to brush absently. He barely noticed when she joined him in front of the glass. For the next few minutes, it was silent as the two brushed and took turns spitting into the sink. Timber deliberately spat onto his hand, just to repay him for the glob of toothpaste on her foot. He wiped his hand off on her cheek, shrieking with chuckles as he witnessed her disgusted reaction.

“What are you bratstisses doing?” Jeanine asked, entering the bathroom with her own brush.

“Nothing.” They both replied, exchanging a look in the mirror.

Bob finished brushing his teeth before Timber, just as Jeanine was putting toothpaste on her own brush. He rinsed his mouth and toothbrush, wiping his lips with his towel. After playfully spanking Timber’s behind, he strolled to the toilet, standing off to the side of it, to have his back to the girls, and beginning to urinate while singing.

“BOB!!” Jeanine exclaimed after extracting her toothbrush from her mouth.

“He does that all the time. You’ll get used to it.” Timber assured her friend as she rinsed her own brush.

“You’ve seen my penis before, so it’s not that big a deal.” Bob shrugged.

“That’s true.” Jeanine smirked, returning to the task at hand.

“I’ve never seen your penis and you pee in front of me all the time.” Timber informed him.

“You‘ve never seen my penis?” Bob asked in surprise, looking over his shoulder as he jiggled and tucked himself back in.

“Uh-uh.” Timber replied, flossing her with Dave’s floss.

“Are you serious?” Bob asked as he flushed.

“I haven’t.” Timber replied. “I’ve only ever seen Scott’s penis.” She mused. “Actually… that’s the only live penis I’ve ever really seen. I’m pretty sure… yeah. It is.”

“Well honey, you ain’t missin’ much.” Jeanine said in an undertone. “They all look basically the same, just different sizes and occasionally a different kind of shape.”

“True.” Bob agreed, squeezing between the two to wash his hands. “I still can’t believe you’ve never seen my penis.” He smirked.

She looked at his strangely. “And I don’t particularly want to either.” She informed him, though the thought did excite her to no end.

Bob smirked. “Should I be offended?” he asked.

Timber rolled her eyes. “Okay. I do want to see your penis, but you didn’t hear it from me.” She admitted, knowing he wouldn’t take her seriously.

Bob smacked her butt again before exiting the bathroom with a smile on his face.

* * *

Kelly peeked her head into Clint’s bedroom, glad to spot him sitting on his bed in a pair of sagging pajama pants, exposing the top of his boxer shorts. She licked her lips, pushing the door open even more and silently entering. He was so fixated on whatever was playing in his portable CD player, that he never saw or heard her coming. She twisted the lock on the door, then shut it. He looked up.

“Oh, hey Kelly.” Clint greeted, tearing his headset off his ears.

His breath caught as he saw what she was wearing. Her thin, baby-doll nightgown barely extended to her mid-thighs, and from the angle in which the light hit her, he could completely see through the fabric. The only undergarment was a pair of lacy, white panties. He bit his lip, blushing as he looked away.

“Hey Clint.” She said, as if it were a nine syllable sentence. “What are you listening to?”

He swallowed. “Just a little…uh… Aerosmith... it’s… uh… Dave’s CD.” Clint replied, turning off the CD player all together and leaning forward from the foot of his bed to place it on the dresser.

Kelly caught his arm before he could sit back. He looked up into her hazel eyes in blatant surprise as she hastily shoved him onto his back on his bed and slithered on top of him.

“Kelly---“ he started to say, but could not finish as her lips settled upon his. He moaned in protest, but was instantly hushed by the sensation of her probing tongue.

With his mind reeling, the only thing Clint could possibly do was weakly respond to her rushed advances as her hands ran slowly down his chest. He managed to get his lips away for a matter of minutes, voicing his discomfort.

“Kelly… what are you doing---“ he started, but she hushed him as her hands gripped his crotch through the two layers of fabric over it. He grunted, suddenly forgetting why he had been in such protest in the first place.

“You want it… I know it.” She smirked, laying another wet kiss on his moist lips. This time he allowed her access to his mouth, swirling his tongue with hers. “You want me Clint. You want me.” She pursued, slipping her hands into his boxer shorts and gripping his already hot flesh.

Clint whimpered at the sudden attention he was receiving in that general region, biting into his lip as she gave him a nice tug, beginning to stroke him in a steady motion. “Oh God…” he breathed, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“You like that, don’t you.” Kelly smirked, thrilled that she was finally getting what she had always wanted.

She continued to wrist him, feeling his prick grow stiffer by the moment. Clint had taken to stroking her hips in motion with her jerks, his breath taking on a steady but elevated rhythm. As his deep brown eyes disappeared behind his eyelids, she watched, gauging his reaction and contemplating doing what she initially came into the room to do. She removed her hands from his shorts, sitting up on him so she was straddling him and his hardened cock was pressing up against her backside. She smirked alluringly.

Clint’s eyes opened in disappointment, feeling the tight anxiousness in his lower stomach correlated with the absence of her hand on him. He looked up into her eyes and she smiled softly, biting down on her lip as her hands grazed over her own plump breasts, turning him on even more. With a cavalier gaze into his anticipating eyes, she slipped the straps off her shoulders, allowing the heavenly soft fabric to slide down on her chest and expose the expanse of skin to him. Clint’s eyes visibly went wide, glancing down at her. He turned crimson, swallowing thickly and trying to regain some sort of control over his suddenly reeling emotions.

Kelly slowly ran her tongue over her bottom lip, holding her stare level with his. She touched herself again, knowing exactly what it was doing to him and enjoying ever minute of it.

“Do you like what you see Clint?” she asked softly.

His eyes slipped back down to her breasts before guiltily returning to her face. “I---uh… um…” he swallowed again, still stammering. “I uh… ye--- yes’m… Kelly.”

She reached out and took his hand, moving it to her chest and gently grazing his fingers over her already pert nipple. “Do you like this?” she asked slowly.

He swallowed again as his erection pressed harder on her backside. This time his voice wasn’t trusted. He nodded instead.

Kelly smirked, leaning forwards and laying her body over his. She returned to kissing him sweetly on the mouth, her eyes slightly open so she could watch the angelic expression on his face as he returned her sexual advances. His hand remained on her breast, softly squeezing every so often. She felt so whole when she was with him. He made her feel good. He returned the hope she had lost so long ago with Trevor. She needed him to make her feel right again. He had to comfort her, and the only way he could do that was if he were inside her.

Kelly slipped her hand over his tight abdomen, slipping it back into his pants. This time, however, she removed his erection from his pants, exposing it to the cool air of the room.

“I love you Clint Moffatt.” She whispered, returning to the little kisses she was giving him. His eyes shot open at her admission.

“Kelly, wait.” He requested, trying to escape her kisses. “I--- we can’t be kissing like this.”

“We don’t have to kiss anymore Clint.” She whispered, tugging on him as she positioned herself so she could be penetrated.

“Kelly… I’m not sure what you feel for me, but it’s important that you understand---“

“Shhhh.” She whispered, covering his mouth with hers.

She removed her hand from his penis only in order to slip her panties off her body in a quick and fluid sleight of hand. Clint noticed this and immediately began to panic.

“Kelly, what are you doing?” he asked.

“Shhh… it’s okay Clint. It’ll feel good.” She whispered, hushing him once more as she kissed his lips.

He did not respond this time. “Kelly… don’t.” he requested, pulling away.

“Shhh.”

She gripped his penis, giving him a few more tugs before sliding his scorching head over her wet folds. She sighed in anticipation.

“Kelly, no.” Clint said, moving his face out of her reach by turning it to the side. He started to push her away. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes you can.” She assured him, smothering his face with her relentless pecks. “You can baby, you can.” She spoke to him in a hushed whisper.

“No, Kelly, no. Don’t.” Clint tried once more to push her off of him.

Kelly gripped his wrists and pinned them over his head with a strength that startled him into realization.

“You can.” She growled, a sudden flash of anger in the flecks of gold that were hidden within the green of her eyes.

“”Kelly STOP!” Clint exclaimed.

His outburst was enough to snap her out of her trance. Her once angry eyes immediately softened to the point of fear and she released his wrists.

Kelly sat back, hastily pulling her nightgown up over her chest to cover herself. Her rapid breath created a rise and fall of her upper body as her wide eyes gazed into his. Clint, too, sat up, tucking himself in with embarrassment.

“Oh my God.” Kelly whispered, almost a whining sound.

Clint searched for words to say, but came up with none. It took him a moment, but he realized what had just happened.

She was seeking her revenge.

* * *

Scott’s bedroom was filled with the soft sounds of two teens ravaging one another in a fit of hot desire and passion. The duvet and sheets of his bed were in a tangle as he and Angela rolled back and forth, getting the full feel for each other and trying to prepare for what was supposedly going to happen. He finally settled upon her as their fervent kisses subsided to a lull of soft but sweet taps. Her fingers gently stroked back and forth in his hair while his hands were on his favorite part of her anatomy: her breasts.

Scott gradually opened his mouth on hers, softly probing his tongue between her lips, his hand moving slowly under her shirt. She responded softly, steepling her knees around him and gripping his hips with a soft squeeze of her thighs. Their limbs moved in a languid, relaxed melody as both were overwhelmed with desire.

“I love you.” He whispered, returning his lips to hers as his hand roved up to comb back into her curls.

“I love you too.” Angela responded in between their next batch of kisses.

Scott’s hands trekked the length of her body to her thighs, feeling the amazingly smooth skin of her waxed legs. With his other hand still under her shirt, his fingers lovingly pinching at her hardened nipple, he could feel her heart thudding violently in his palm. She made a soft sound when he gently thrust his hips against her, pushing his straining erection to press between her legs.

“I want you so bad.”

His kisses continued to travel down her neck to the soft curve around her collar bone. Her skin smelled so sweet with the soft scent of Carolina Herrera’s two-twelve, a souvenir of her trip back to her homeland months before. As his kisses ventured lower over her chest, he could feel her heart speed up through the fabric of her tee-shirt. Angela sighed audibly when Scott tugged at the waistband of her shorts. After a brief wrestling with them, he managed to get them off of her body, dropping them somewhere over the edge of the bed. He slipped his hands down into her black panties with embroidered red roses, feeling her moist folds and crevices. She whimpered desperately into his mouth as his finger pressed inside her.

“Scott…” she gasped as he began to finger her with such passion she could barely contain her raging emotions.

“Oh God… Angela… I need you.” He whined in a vulnerable way that nearly brought tears to his eyes.

“Condom…” she panted, trying to grasp reality for a moment in her rapture. “Do you have any condoms?” she asked, looking up into his eyes. At that moment, she felt that same fear return. Was she ready? Could she do this? She trusted him, but she was still scared.

“Y--- yeah.” He stammered, removing his finger in order to retrieve the box he had gotten from the clinic that afternoon.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

The two let out a collective sigh, hers in almost relief. Scott buried his head against her neck as he tried to get his breathing under control. It wasn’t going to happen.

“What do you want?” he called in a steadily annoyed tone.

“Scott? What are you doing in there?” Frank’s voice came from the other side.

Scott’s eyes went wide and he stared back at Angela in a moment of paralyzed fear. He instantly removed himself from on top of her.

“Nothing Dad!” he exclaimed, grabbing his shorts and handing them to her.

Angela struggled to get into them. Scott searched the room for a place where she could hide. “Closet!” he mouthed, pointing towards the two closed doors.

Angela stumbled over the bed and stowed herself in the closet just as Scott swung open the door, out of breath and leaning laxly against the jamb. “Hey Dad! What’s happenin’?”

Frank eyed his son strangely. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs with the rest of your guests?” he asked suspiciously.

Scott fought to get his panting under control. “Yeah Dad.” He nodded. “I was just getting dressed for bed.” He smoothly lied.

Frank looked his eldest over. “You should really fold your clothes right out of the dryer son. They get less wrinkled that way.”

“Sure Dad.” Scott rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you and Angela head on down now. Your step mom and I are going to bed.” His father smirked knowingly, heading back across the hall to his bedroom.

* * *

As Angela and Scott entered the living room, the others were all lounging around. Kelly, Jeanine, and Carmen were crammed onto the loveseat, all with two, in Carmen’s case several, braids in their hair. Timber sat on the sofa between Dave and Clint, with Ben on Clint’s other side. Her hair was also braided into two while the boys merely had little, colorful barrettes in theirs. Just as the couple was arriving, so was Bob from the kitchen, also with two make-shift braids in his hair. He sat up on the back of the sofa behind his best friend so his legs were on either side of her body. He wrapped his legs over her shoulders and she giggled, tipping her head back to look at him, resting it against his lap.

“Whoa, watch the head there.” Bob snickered, removing her vital body part from the close vicinity of one of his own. They both giggled as if they were the only two alive in the universe and didn’t care. “Hey you two.” Bob looked up. “What were you up to?”

Scott and Angela exchanged a look. “Nothing.” They chorused.

“My ass.” Ben muttered. He was sitting back in one of his many tee-shirts which read: ‘Cannibus sativa,’ illustrations included, and a pair of dark grey flannel pants.

Scott gave him a dark look, going to the recliner and sitting down with his girlfriend on his lap.

“Why’s it so quiet?” Clint asked, burrowing his hands deeper underneath the blanket that covered his, Dave’s and Timber’s laps.

“Truth or Dare time.” Jeanine announced.

A collective groan.

“Oh shut up.” Jen rolled her eyes. “You know you want to play. This time we’re going to play a full game, we will NOT get side tracked!”

“That’s a good point.” Timber snickered. “We always do manage to get off subject.”

“You’re doing it right now.” Bob informed her.

“Well now you’re doing it! I wasn’t side tracking. I was merely stating the fact that we often do side track.”

“By you saying that, you were sidetracking.” Bob pointed out, moving one leg to the other side of her so he could slide down and sit between her and Dave.

“And by bringing that fact up, you were sidetracking, because we could have easily picked up with Jeanine’s suggestion, but you pointed out that I was sidetracking, when I wasn’t, thus getting off subject.” She managed in one breath.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, they’ve managed to side track with a conversation about sidetracking. What an ironic occurrence.” Clint announced.

Timber made a face at Bob who made a face back then pinched her under the unzipped sleeping bag.

“Anyway.” Jeanine stated. “Let’s play! We haven’t played that game in like forever. The best part is that that game never gets old either.” She shrugged, stating an obvious fact.

“True.” Dave agreed.

“I’ll go first.” Carmen said. “Kelly.”

Kelly grinned knowingly. “Umm… dare.” She said, smirking at her friend.

“Dare.” Carmen teased, making it known that she and Kelly knew something the rest of them did not. “I dare you to go into the coat closet with Clint for seven minutes.”

“What?” Clint asked, not too thrilled about being in a position where he could potentially be sexually harassed again.

“Seven minutes in heaven Clint. That’s so elementary. Just go.” Carmen coaxed with a shrug.

“Yeah Clint, come on.” Kelly smirked, passing Carmen a big smile. She threw the sleeping bag from the loveseat off her legs and rose from the couch.

Clint blushed.

“What are you so afraid of Clint?” Dave asked. “It’s Kelly, not some forty-year old woman wanting to rape you.”

“Might as well be.” Clint muttered to himself. No one heard.

“Yeah Clint. It’s just me.” Kelly shrugged, up for another round of what they had had going before. She was long since over the aggressive episode she had had.

“I knew he was impotent.” Timber whispered to Bob who chuckled rapidly at that.

“I’m not impotent Timber.” Clint snapped scornfully, getting up and following Kelly out into the foyer.

The others watched eagerly from their seats.

“Don’t worry Clint. I don’t bite.” Kelly whispered deviously, giving him a small pinch on the backside.

Clint jumped. “Hey!” he exclaimed, outraged by her forwardness. She was beginning to remind him of Jeanine.

“Don’t worry about keeping time guys, this could take all night.” Kelly smirked, shoving Clint into the nearly empty closet and shutting the door behind them, closing out the reaction from the others to her comment.

Clint sank to the floor, scooting to the far right corner and tucking his knees up under his chin. Kelly too sank to the floor, scooting over to him and grinning.

“Why so far away…Stud.” She giggled, advancing upon him rather quickly by walking her fingers up his thigh.

“Stop it.” Clint ordered, obviously not in the mood for her games.

“I don’t think so.”

* * *

“Times up!” Jeanine announced, swinging open the hall doors.

“Close the door!” Clint shouted.

Jeanine instantly shut the door and leaned back against it. “Oh. My. GOD.” She breathed, turning to the others with a stunned expression on her face.

‘What? What’s going on?” Scott asked curiously.

“Your brother’s getting head in there!” Jeanine exclaimed, shrieking with laughter.

“Oh my God!” Timber giggled. “And you saw them?” she asked.

Jeanine just shook her head. “Oh man...” She backed away from the door as Clint tried to open them from inside.

He exited the closet with a bright red face, knowing exactly what would be coming from his friends. Kelly lagged behind, grinning brightly.

“Hey guys.” She greeted. “Oh, and you ladies were right; it is fun.”

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Hours later, from the side walk out in front of the Moffatt’s home, one could see a group of youthful individuals through the large window in the living room. To the naked eye, that certain crew of obvious friends appeared as if they had grown up in Calgary together for years. They had attended preschool, and elementary school, and middle school together, gradually formulating a relationship that was as old as they were. That arrangement of teens, sitting around in the living room and laughing, their closeness so natural by then, looked as if they had been together in previous lives, they were so yoked as a whole. That coterie, enjoying the recap of good times and making another grand memory at that very same moment, had a friendship so strong, that it was assumed to transcend time. Whether that would actually happen was a mystery but a hopeful assumption. Nevertheless, in that moment of naturally fair-resulted interaction, no one would be able to tell that that gang was only a year old. But it was true; each member had only a one year itch that was accumulating more good age by the second.

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