“Fine, it’s time. You’re tellingSamnow.”
“Keep those balls in,” hetellsme.
Balls. I tried to forget for the fifteen seconds I was thinking about something else, but now my mind is back on the balls and the vibration rattling around inside of my penisflytrap.
“Let’s get this over with,” I tell him. Grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt from my drawer, I dress quickly while trying my hardest not tofallover.
Liam opens the bedroom door and waves his arm out so I can go out first. One step and I trip, catching myself on the wall, falling back into another fit of laughter. “Oh shit, Julia,comeon.”
He takes me by the arm and pulls me through the breezeway and over to the stairwell. Stairs.Ohno.
“This isn’t a good idea,” Itellhim.
“It’s a great idea, actually.” His lip is pinched between his teeth, and his jaw tightens—balls. Balls are filling myinsides.
I take the first step, clutching the railing as if I had two broken legs and I was dragging myself downstairs,glidingdown.
“You look ridiculous,” hewhispers.
“You’re ridiculous!” I argue. “Look what you’re making me do just so you’ll tell Sam what she shouldalreadyknow.”
“If this is the only way, I mean, I guess it’s worth it, right?” His sarcasm is not appreciated at the moment because the vibrations are moving from the stage of tickling my insides to more of a pulsating sensation. I might orgasm right here in the middle of the stairs.What do they say to do if you’re trying not to finish too fast?Think of something gross.Poop is gross. Vomit is gross. I take another step down, feeling an incredible amount of pleasure roll through me like a wave. Oh God. Um. Green boogers in a sick kid is gross. Farting is gross. Rotting eggs are gross. Another step. I close my eyes, feeling a warmth begin to travel through my core. Oh my—smelly burps are gross. Smelly feet. Cow shit. Another step. No, no, no, no. “Oh my God,ohmy—”
“Julia,” Liam mutters, grabbing my arm. “You’re saying thatoutloud.”
“Oh—ohwow.”
“Julia,” Liam saysagain.
I clench my thighs together. I can’t think of anything else gross. Shit. That word isn’t even meaning what it should be meanrightnow.
“Julia,” Liam scoldslouder.
I’m breathing heavily and I can’t—I can’t control. “I’m goingto—Liam—”
“Jelly-Bean!” Dad shouts from the living roomcouch.
My eyes flash open, and I just thought of something else to make it all stop, but itdoesn’tstop.
“Da—aaad—”
“Are you okay, Julia?” he asks with concern, running toward me.Oh no, don’t comeoverhere.
Liam is now the one in hysterics, but I can’t stop what’scoming.
Dad grabs my arm and tries to help me down the rest of the steps, but I fall and slide down the remaining three stairs. Again. Orgasming on the way, laughing, moaning, groaning, and screaming alittle.
I’m lying flat on the tiled floor in the entryway of the foyer. My legs are bent backward awkwardly, and my arms are sprawled out beside me. “Are you okay?” Dad is hovering over me, and I can’t stop the giggles from pouring backthroughme.
“I’m sorry,” Itellhim.
Liam appears on the other side of me. “Crap, are you okay? I’m sosorry.”
“It’s not like you pushed her, son,”Dadsays.
Yeah, what he did was way worse, I want totellhim.
“Can you get up,” Liam asks as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up to my feet, which is the worst possible place for me to be. The balls are clacking togetheragain.
