107 - God Bless Uncle Tony

Tony grinned to himself as he looked out the glass kitchen door, beyond amused with his younger nephews.  They were standing in his back yard, cloaked in the robes of Jedi Knights and battling it out with their light sabers.  Ever since going through the Star Wars Jedi Training Academy at Disneyland that day, the boys were trying their best to channel The Force.  Even their older brother, who had tried very hard to be uninterested, had snatched one of the build-it-yourself light sabers to execute Samurai-style maneuvers through the air.

“They had such a good time,” Sheridan remarked from behind his shoulder.  “Thank you for running the park with them when I got too tired to keep up.  You saved me from being a very unpopular woman.”

They had arrived early and she had hung tough until about three o’clock, waiting patiently for Jake and Romeo at every attraction they wanted to try while he, Jon and Jesse had gone for the adrenaline-pumping thrill rides.  When the elder Bongiovis had found her requesting ‘just one more minute’ from the youngest two before jaunting off to something else, Tony had taken pity on her and commandeered Jesse to help wrangle his little brothers.

Jon had then taken Sheridan to one of the restaurants to recharge while the rest of them headed off for Corn Dog Castle, to be followed by more games and rides.

“No big deal.  I had as much fun as they did.  I’d like to take them to Universal, too, before you guys go home.”

His brother and family had been staying with him for five days now.  For the most part, they’d done their own thing – the beach, museums, Catalina Island – but they usually ended up back at Tony’s house in the early evening, just in time for dinner.  He had cooked for them most of those evenings because he enjoyed feeding someone besides himself.  And because he knew his brother had no desire to go out to one of the ‘hot’ LA dining spots to subject himself to the likes of the paparazzi.  They’d had enough trouble with that already.

So Tony had grilled steaks, made pasta and sauce, fixed fajitas and whipped up some chili.  Tonight he was going to put the chicken that he’d been marinating all day on the grill with some baked potatoes and steamed vegetables – and mac and cheese. 

Everyone seemed to content with the food so far, and Sheridan was particularly vocal about her appreciation when he mixed up some homemade guacamole.  Something to do with ‘avocado week’?

He didn’t pretend to understand, only accepted her thanks with a somewhat bewildered smile. 

“Universal sounds fun,” she tried to enthuse, but the poor woman was just about funned out.  The boys were hard to keep up with for anybody and, while she was trying her best, that whole pregnant thing wasn’t doing her any favors. 

Tony snickered softly, turning to lift a knowing eyebrow at his sister-in-law.  He liked her.  She was a good sport.  “You don’t have to go.  Why don’t you and Jon take a day for yourselves?  I’ll be fine with the kids.”

Immediately, she shook her head.  “No.  We have lots of days to ourselves at home when the boys are with their mother.  I don’t want Jon to miss out on his time with them.”

Yeah, she’s a good egg.  Big brother lucked out twice in his life.

“And here I thought you were a rare exception to the dumb blonde rule,” Tony laughed.  “Do you realize that, in a couple months, you’re gonna be with at least two kids every single day?  Take advantage while you can.”

Her head was still shaking in protest.  “But I don’t want to take advantage of you.  We’ve invaded your home, you’ve fed us and entertained us…”

What?  Was she still trying to live down that Satan incarnate thing he’d heard about?  Well, the saint thing was just as bad. 

“Sweetheart, there’s somethin’ you gotta learn if you’re gonna be a Bongiovi:  family comes first – because we like it that way.  I’m havin’ a blast with you guys here at the house.  Will I be just as happy to see you go?  Probably, but I’m not counting time until you do.”

The corner of her bottom lip disappeared inside her mouth, and she chewed thoughtfully on it as she tried to decide whether he was spouting bullshit or not.  He wasn’t.  Tony wasn’t the type to play games and always said what was on his mind.  It kept things from getting sticky in the long run.

“I think you might be my favorite brother-in-law,” she finally spoke, the lip that she’d been gnawing on now curled up in a mischievous smirk. 

Tony laughed out loud, a broad smile splitting his face as he tossed a wink at her.  “And you’ve got good taste, too.  Damn if you aren’t just about perfect.”

“What the fuck?  I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re hitting on my wife?  Jesus, man, find a girlfriend already.”  Sheridan smacked at Jon’s shoulder when he hooked an arm around her waist and spun her toward him.  He ignored the half-hearted rebuke and grinned down at her as hands spread across her belly.  Again.  His brother was always pawing at her stomach.  Tony found it a little creepy.  “You remember whose kids you’re carrying, don’t you?”

“Those definitely belong to the King of Fertility,” Tony scoffed, flipping a lazy Jersey salute in his brother’s direction.

“David calls him Super Sperm.”

“Super Sperm?  Oh God…”  He threw back his head and chortled.  “Like with a cape and everything?”

Sheridan whipped her head around and narrowed her eyes.  “What?  Do you guys get together on this stuff?  That’s exactly it!  He had a sperm cake made and everything.”

Romeo threw the sliding glass door wide just then, saving Sheridan from Tony’s truly tasteless question of whether she swallowed it or not.  It was probably for the best.

“Uncle Tony, the handle isn’t working right on my light saber.  Jesse dropped it and now it won’t light up right.”

Tony accepted the malfunctioning toy and herded the boy back out the door.  “Alright, buddy, I’ll see what I can do with it.  Let’s go out to the garage so I can get a screwdriver.”

As soon  as the door had slid along the track far enough for the latch to click in place, Sheridan leaned into her husband with a saucy grin.  Rubbing her chest and belly against him, she slithered her arms up around his neck and hooked one leg around the hairy calf left bare by his cargo shorts. 

“I have a crush on your brother.”

“Get the fuck over it.”

His dry matter-of-fact decree set off her arousing, sex kitten giggle and the front of Jon’s pants stirred.  The woman was evil.  She refused to have sex in Tony’s house with the kids around and it had been almost a week since he’d felt the tight, wet grip of her on his dick. 

“I have a crush on him because he just gave me you...  for an entire California day.  He’s going to take the boys to Universal Studios without us.  That means we can stay in bed while they’re gone.”

Damn if that didn’t sound like a plan, but seriously? 

“All day?” he asked with a skeptical lift of his brow.

“Mhm…”  Dipping her chin, she pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss against the base of his throat.  “I want you something terrible.  If we aren’t going to be home until Sunday, I’m going to need extra ‘you’ to tide me over.”

Hooo..ly fuck.

His dick rose to full and immediate attention.  She never came onto him in a physical way.  Ever.  He didn’t know why.  Maybe he never gave her a chance, or she liked him being the aggressor.  Whatever the reason, there was no way he could’ve known what a turn-on it was going to be when she actually did make a sexually charged advance. 

It was so good that the hair was standing up on his thighs in anticipation.  

The only problem from where he stood was that part of a morning and an afternoon weren’t going to be enough for him at this point.  He was going to need more than that to get the dirty cravings out of his mind and body.  Testosterone was backed up to his eyeballs and it was going to take some time to get it all out of his system. 

Jon wasn’t used to this.  They hadn’t gone this long without sex since they began dating. 

Thaa-at could be why she was wrapping herself around him like a cat in heat... 

“I have a better idea…” His voice was husky even to his own ears as she raked her nails over the small of his back, dipping below the waistband of his shorts. 

“You do?” she murmured against his chin in between lingering kisses.  “Tell me.”

He growled when she grazed his bottom lip with her teeth. “Stoppit or I’m locking the door and bending you over that table right now.”

Her irreverent smile and the guileless green eyes that batted up at him almost sealed the deal – until she stepped away, murmuring, “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not, and I don’t want you to be.”  He palmed her butt and pulled her close, bending to whisper in her ear.  “We’re supposed to take the boys to Santa Monica Pier tomorrow.  Let’s send ‘em home with Tony and spend the night at Shutters.”

“Is that the place we stayed in December?”

“The very same.”

“Why, Mr. Bongiovi,” his beautiful wife purred up into his face, and the feeling of her rounded belly pushing into his was more arousing than it probably should be. “You just might be more brilliant than I originally thought.”

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Mommy and Me

April 4, 2012

It’s been another eventful day in California, Poppies.

You two have been moving practically non-stop since we got here and you’re starting to keep Mommy awake at night.  Do you think you could settle down a bit until we get back home?  I could really use the rest. 

Today was Disney, and your brothers are tough for a pregnant woman to keep up with.  Mommy’s just glad that we’re doing this trip now instead of in the summer when you two have blossomed to the size of cantaloupes or something equally weighty.  It’s been challenging enough to haul two avocados around Southern California without feeling like an albatross around everyone’s neck.

Daddy and Uncle Tony have been absolutely awesome about keeping me a semi-cool stepmother by covering for me with your brothers.  Jesse gets that I’m excess baggage, but he’s old enough to understand.  Jake and Romeo are being kept busy enough that I don’t think they notice too much.

Mommy and Daddy will bring you back to Disneyland when you’re old enough to appreciate it.  By then, I bet Jake and Romeo will be happy to take you on all the rides while Mommy and Daddy go play by themselves.  That sounds like fun, doesn’t it? 

Tomorrow we’re going to Santa Monica Pier.  It’s someplace that’s very special to Mommy and Daddy.  Well, to Mommy anyway.  It was our first mini-vacation together and the place where I first suspected I might be falling in love with your daddy.  

We also ran into a very interesting fortune teller that day.  If she happens to be there, I might have to look her up and tell her she was right about some of the things she told us.  It’s probably best to keep Daddy otherwise occupied, though.  He wasn’t exactly a fan of Madame Zelda. 

Zelda.  Hm.  Think Daddy would have an aneurysm if I decided to name one of you Zelda?

Yeah, you’re probably right.  He would put his foot down with enough force to make these Californians think they were getting a mini-earthquake.  We ARE going to have to start talking about names soon, though, because he doesn't like 'Poppy' either.  

What would you like to be named?  Hmm?

You think about that for a while and get back to me.  Mommy just yawned so big that I almost swallowed my head.  It’s time to snuggle down and get some sleep.

Let’s all have sweet dreams, okay? 

xoxo