Page 88 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
Uh, or that I guess.
“Well, let’s hope that doesn’t happen,” said Daddy with a very confused look on his face. “I’m going to go get changed. You girls should do the same. We don’t want to be late.”
Actually, I did want to be late.
And honestly, even if I hadn’t been trying to avoid a Christmas morning massacre, I still would have made us late. Because I had no idea which bikini I wanted to wear.
HoHoHo - Chapter 19 – Motorboatin’ Moe’s Memorial
Christmas Morning, 2013
I grabbed my suitcase and pulled it into Ash’s room.
“So what color bikini are you thinking?” I asked.
“None.”
“Oh wow. Going for another naked run down the mountain? What a beautiful way to honor Great Grandpappy Moe. The old sailor would have loved that.”
“Sailor?” asked Ash. “What was he doing storming a Nazi tower in the middle of the mountains if he was a sailor?”
“Oh, no. He wasn’t actually a sailor. He was in the army. We just refer to him as the old sailor since his nickname was Motorboatin’ Moe.” I put my face between Ash’s tits and motorboated her to illustrate my point.
She laughed and pushed me away. “I should have known that you come from a long line of perverts.”
“Aw, thanks!”
“How do you not have a million siblings?”
“Motorboatin’ Moe was one of twenty-six…” I started.
“His poor mother,” gasped Ash. She put her hand over her cooch and cringed.
“But he was only 18 when he went off to war, so he only had three kids of his own. And by the time they were old enough to fuck, the pill had been invented. So Daddy just has one brother. And I’m one of a kind.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
“Speaking of the pill… Did you take yours last night?”
“Of course. Why?”
Because I don’t want you to pop out a baby in nine months and ruin our sophomore year of college.“I just know I sometimes forget to take mine on vacation.” That was a lie. Ialwaystook my birth control during vacation. That was when I got the most dick, and I wasn’t ready for a little monster to ruin my vagina yet. Or ever. #StretchTheSurrogate.
“Shit. Maybe I did forget. I always have it with dinner. But last night we didn’t have dinner. We just had a shit ton of cookies. Do you think that’s why Santa put that Plan B in my stocking?” She didn’t seem terribly concerned by the whole thing. Probably because she thought the worst-case scenario here was a tummy ache and some mood swings. If she’d remembered being filled by the banana bros, she would have been freaking the fuck out.
She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her pill container. “Nope. I remembered.”
Phew!No baby for Ash!
With that out of the way, I was able to focus on my bikini selection. And really…there was only one choice. I grabbed my skimpiest black bikini.
“Good idea to wear black since it’s kind of a funeral,” said Ash. “And I think Motorboatin’ Moe would really appreciate your cleavage. I kind of want to motorboat you, and I’m not even a pervert.”
Aren’t you, though?“My thoughts exactly. Also, black is the only color that won’t be instantly ruined by bloodstains. Which is ideal for a potential massacre.”
“Massacre?!” yelled Ash. “I thought that was taken care of?”
“It is.”I hope.Even with our new alliance, there was no guarantee that Crazy Isabella wouldn’t do something crazy. Hence me planning to make us late to the tower.
