The Johnson Family/Michael/Go to the Bathroom
From Create Your Own Story
Knowing it'll be better to have the privacy of the bathroom, Michael heads there, under the pre-dawn light. As he opens the door, warm steam hits his face. It's clear someone had already washed up, and that he'll likely not have a lot of time to get this done, before the rest of the family wake up. After locking the door, he yanks out his erect penis, stroking it vigorously.
As he starts to approach orgasm, the sound of water lightly splashing comes from behind the shower curtain. Someone probably just left the tap on, slightly. Pulling up his bottoms, he moves over to the shower bath and, grabbing onto the curtain, yanks it open.
Shit!
Before he can comprehend what's happening, a sharp kick to the stomach knocks the wind out of him, and sends him reeling backwards, into the far wall. While he slides down the wall, onto the floor, Robin peeks over the side of the bath, her pale face turning as red as her hair. It's hard to tell if she's more embarrassed or furious, as her face phases between the two.
Hitting the floor, Michael passes out.
Sitting down, at the dining room table, Michael rubs at his stomach, trying to ease the pain. You wouldn't expect a small girl to hit too hard, but Robin is the exception for that. He'd managed to get ready, after the scene in the shower, and is, now, blissfully awaiting the best part of his mornings. And here it comes.
Jessica bounds down the stairs, wearing her dressing gown, which is slightly too small for her tall frame, making it look like a small dress, with how her long legs are exposed. She's going through her usual routine of searching for Minnie, in the morning; but it's only a matter of time, until that skimpy gown ends up opening. Though, it doesn't look like that's going to happen, today, since they're already heading back upstairs.
Finishing his breakfast, Michael stands up to leave for his bus, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Leaving so early?" It's his mother's voice.
"I thought I'd grab the early bus," He says, turning around to face her.
She's still in her nightie, with her long brown hair falling over the top of her large breasts.
"If you wait, I can drive you in," She flicks her hair over her shoulder. "I'll be taking the younger ones, anyway."
He...
