Downfall/It can't be helped
From Create Your Own Story
You turn your head and try to get your mother's attention. Julianne is looking out of the window and doesn't notice. She must be too busy thinking about the check-in for the flight and all the hassle that comes with it. You don't want to disrupt her strain of thoughts. It can't be helped, then. With your legs spread that wide, you rather hold your dress down than to get a grip somewhere. About ten minutes later, you are reinforced in your decision, because Will turns around to ask your mother a question. Gosh, if you hadn't had your hands there, who knows what he might have seen.
You are constantly being thrown to the left, to the right. At some point along the drive you realize that your back was sliding over Julianne's chest the whole time. How did you realize? You feel her nipples pressed against your back; the friction must have made them hard. You don't say anything, you don't even know how to. Your mum isn't at fault for her bodily reactions, and as long as she doesn't ask you to budge, you pretend that you didn't notice a thing.
Forty five minutes later the cab reaches the airport. Just before the driver pulls over, your hear your mum's the subdued voice at your ear. "Sweetie, don't move when the cab stops. I think I have a little wardrobe malfunction, so let the others leave the cab first, all right?"
You nod, and Julianne rubs your belly in appreciation. When the cab comes to a halt, your mother orders Kirsten and Will to get your luggage. She also asks the driver to help them while she gets her purse. You open the seat belt, but pretend to have trouble removing it until you are alone.
"Sweetie, now would be the time," your mother says. You slide forward.
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