I Need You

Part 4 - Good Morning, Good Morning

       Having recovered from John's biological warfare, I eyed Paul and George (giving George a wink) and proceeded to the kitchen to start a brew and make eggs and toast for the lot of them. Paul, noticing the wink, resumed his previous conversation with the twitterpated teen.
     "Sooooo, Georgie, ya gonna fess up 'bout last night?," waggling his eyebrows.
      "Sod off Paul, that's personal, y'know."  He shifted uncomfortably,  trying to avoid answering Paul's question.
    "Mm hmm. That wink she gave you tells me everything. George, don't be embarrassed, la'. Jeannie is beautiful,  and perfect for you. I'm happy for you, mate," giving him a wide smile.
     "Alright, alright,  yes, it 'appened,  but she's more than just a shag. I really like her Paul. In fact, I think I love her."    Paul's eyes grew wide in surprise.
     "Really?! That's great, Haz! Ummm, does John know anything then?"
     "NO, and he won't, at least not yet. I'm waiting for Jeannie to give the ok, so PLEASE don't say anything!"
       "You have my word."   
   I came back to the sitting room announcing brekkie was ready, and Paul enveloped me in a tight hug.
        "What on earth was that for Paulie?" I asked.
       "What? Can't I give you a hug? You're special to me, Sunshine. John's not the only one who loves you. And, I'm very happy for you."
      "Georgie, you didn't!," I whined.
     "He figured it out Kitten,  I didn't say a thing, I promise."
      "Macca, don't you say a THING to Winn about this!," I warned.  Paul mimed, zipping his mouth, locking it, and throwing away the key.
       "Don't say a thing to Winn about what?" John asked, seemingly popping out of nowhere.
       "Uhhhh, it's a surprise!," we answered together. 
       "A surprise, eh? It's not my birthday or Christmas."
       "Maybe it's an 'early' gift, Winn, or a 'just because' gift. Can't we do something nice for ya, ya knob?" (I loved him more than life itself,  but bloody hell, he could be frustrating.)
       "Somethin's off, I can smell it."
      "Perhaps it's your crotch rot acting up again, John. I DID tell you to wash yourself," I said with a laugh.
      "Daft bint."
      "Tosser."
      "Sex-crazed cock gobbler."
      "Now Winn, I thought we were INSULTING one another,"  I grinned.
      "Twat."
      "Bell end."
     "Trollop."
     "Testicle-shitting rectal wart,"  I said with confidence. John raised an eyebrow.
      "I see you've upped your game, little sister. But as much as I'd love to continue our little chat, Cyn and I have plans. I trust you've thanked Paul and George for last night."
       "Oh, I believe Jeannie thanked George for the BOTH of us, John,"  Paul said with a beaming smile.  I cringed, elbowing him in the crotch. Bleedin' sod.  Paul backed away, his hands covering his privates. John kissed my cheek and exited the house with Cyn on his arm. As Paul nursed his bullocks with ice from the freezer (how the HELL did I miss it last night?!), George held me close and nibbled on my earlobe.
       "Friendly devil in the morning, aren't you?" I whispered. "Must be tremblin' under the weight of a massive throbber. Shall I take care of it for you, dearest?"
        George needn't speak a word. The expression on his face (and the poking on my arse) left nothing to the imagination.  We raced up the stairs for round two, as Paulie tended to his (probably) swollen and bruised tallywhacker. Despite me enjoying being shagged senseless,  I couldn't shake the nagging thought in my mind of how to keep our relationship from John. He never stayed at Cynthia's, and I highly doubted George's mum left the house very much. We'd simply have to find a secret spot to call our own, until I gathered the nerve to tell John.  I never guessed he'd find out sooner than later..