Since I would get to go home that morning, I was assigned the night shift leading up to Sunday, and was accordingly tired as I placed all my stuff in the car while Mia watched me.
“So...” she started when I was about ready to drive off. “See you tomorrow?”
“Sorry, what’s tomorrow?” I asked, noting the way her breasts were pushed in my direction since she was fidgeting with her hands behind her back. “I wasn’t told anything yet, but if you need me around, I’ll be here.”
That made her smile again.
“Just a little get-together with some of my and Jack’s friends.” she said, and chuckled as she heard my groan. “Don’t worry, we won’t practice, so they have no reason to think you’re there to ogle anyone but me. I’ll need to go shopping for snacks, but It’s at Six in the afternoon, so you won’t even have to get up early!”
“Alright.” I sighed with a grin. “Then I’ll see you ... at Three?”
She nodded, her smile widening, and I turned to open the car door. Just at that moment, Mia stepped closer to me, leaned in, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. That sure woke me up again.
“Thank you.” she whispered while fumbling with her pendant, so there was no way for me to tell if she was thanking me for accompanying her on Monday or for getting her that gift.
Then she simply turned and walked back into the house, giving me one last look before she closed the door, and her smile widened for some reason when she saw that I was still watching her.
My mind was racing at that point. She was hot, sure, no question about that. And it really did seem like Nora had told me the truth about Mia wanting to do better. But I still did not believe we were compatible. For starters, she was going to leave for college in a few months. And everything I had told Ava about the problems with finding a new girlfriend were also still true.
But what if I rejected her? If what Nora had told me in the kitchen was true, I had unknowingly led Mia on. Rejecting her now would cause problems with the job! I needed that job! Maybe I should just go along with it, until she herself realized that I was definitely not boyfriend material.
I shook my head about my stupid thoughts, got in the car, and drove off a little too fast. How the fuck did I even get to this point!? How did I go from not wanting to touch the bitch with a ten-foot pole, even when she and Ava paraded around the house in bikinis, to getting off on the mental image of her blowing me? And after barely two weeks of spending time with her, no less! I spent the entire drive home trying to figure out how I even felt about Mia.
I could somewhat understand that many men would enjoy seeing a woman they hate on her knees, sucking their cocks. Though, after having been excluded from the family, and seeing how mundane the act had become to them, sex became something special to me. Which, in turn, begged the question when the fuck Mia had become someone I would like to share that with. And, yes, what I had done with Ava during that last week was also anything but meaningless.
Yes, Mia was a fucking bitch when the bullying in school was still going strong. But, in all fairness, ever since I had taken care of the football team, I’ve had barely any contact with her. After all, we never shared any classes together, and I was no longer around when she visited Ava at the house, so she no longer had any opportunities to piss me off. And then, during these last two weeks, she had undoubtedly turned a new leaf.
I actually managed to accept these conclusions by the time I drove through the gate of my apartment complex. Stepping through my door, I was damn glad I had cleaned the apartment the day before I left. It just was a completely different feeling coming into your own home after a few days of work, and not being distracted by any chores that need to be done before you can start to relax.
My relaxation time was not nearly as long as I had hoped, though. I managed to throw my clothes into the washing machine, take a shower, and plop onto the sofa with a snack, when my doorbell rang. As soon as I opened the door, Uncle John rushed past me to the middle of the living room.
“Why are you here?” I asked, not bothering to close the door.
“Well, apparently I’m the one who upset you the least out of all of us. So, Danny thought it would be best if she sent me.” he explained, matter of fact.
“Okay.” I drew that word out a little too long, not sure if he wanted to make a joke. “But I wanted to know why you are here, not why you are here.”
“Oh. Of course. Uh...” he acted a little too pensive for comfort. “Well ... We have kind of a situation at home. We need your help with it.”
I blinked at him, and, as soon as I understood what he had just said, stepped behind him, grabbed him by the shoulders to turn him towards the door, and started gently but steadily pushing him towards it.
“Tim! Please! Hear me out!”
“Nope. I’ve had about six hours of sleep over the last three days. There’s no more helping anyone in me today. I’ll eat my sandwich, then I’ll drop dead ‘till tomorrow. Which is when I have to work again!”
I had pushed him into the hallway in front of my door, and was just about to slam the door in his face, when he stunned me by shouting in a desperate plea.
“WE’RE BUYING THE HOUSES!”
That made me stop. After a moment of consideration, I groaned, opened the door again, and allowed him back inside.
“Fine. I don’t assume you’re willing to spend $140,000 dollars to get me to do you a favor. So, I’m assuming that you buying the houses has something to do with the problem you need help with?”
“Claire and Ava moved in with us.” he nodded.
I raised my eyebrows in wonder, and fully realized this wasn’t just an attempt to continue what Claire and Mike had started two days earlier. I offered him a seat on the couch that he gratefully accepted, and moved into the kitchen to get us each a cup of coffee. I sure as hell needed one. When I got back, he was on the phone with someone who sounded very happy that he survived our initial encounter. I placed his coffee in front of him, sat down myself, and started devouring my sandwich while he finished up his call.
“Okay. That was Danny on the phone, by the way.” he explained.
“Get to the point, John. I didn’t lie about being tired. Even though that worked quite well with your wife, when you all asked me to let Ava live here.” I grinned, and he laughed.
“Well, first of all, I have to ask you a serious question.” He took a deep breath. “Is Ava in danger of getting pregnant?”
That question floored me and sent my mind racing. I quickly understood, however, that my plan must have worked a little too well. I decided to not play any games and be honest with him.
“I take it she told you about me switching out her birth control pills?” He nodded to confirm my question. “Don’t worry. Even if Ava wasn’t my sister, so our children wouldn’t be born with weirdly prominent chins, I’m a seventeen-year-old high school student. I have absolutely, definitely, one-hundred percent NO desire to become a father! I just used it as a plot to play into her kinks.”
He let out a loud sigh of relief before he pulled out his phone again, held it to his ear, and simply said “He didn’t switch them out. She’s safe”. He then dropped the phone on the seat in between us, and finally slumped down on the sofa like I just let all the air out of a blow-up doll.
“So ... what happened?” I asked after watching him for a minute, and he grunted before opening his mouth.
“We all got together in my house, like every year. We had a nice lunch, and were Okay for the most part.”