Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“You can handle it for an hour! Just hold her, feed her, change her diaper! You’ve seen me do it hundreds of times!”
“Mary Poppins, what the fu—”
“Finish that sentence, and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap when I get back!” She slammed the door behind her, and there we were left with my baby sister alone for the first time.
“What do we do with her?” Jagger asked, standing next to me. Shaking his head.
“Uh... she seems alright down there.”
“For now.”
Journey was sitting on her old Ninja Turtle blanket on the floor, gazing at us with an expression like don’t fuck this up or I’ll shit on you.
I slapped Jagger’s chest. “Tag, you’re it.”
“What? Camila said you were responsible for her. Not me. Plus, I think she’s dropping a bomb right now.”
“Uh... I don’t think so.”
“She has her poop face going.”
“Journey, do you hear what he’s saying about you? Tell him you’re just flushed cuz Mary Poppins killed your bunny.”
“Gah!”
“See.” I slapped him again. “She’s just chilling.”
“Nope. I think she’s pushing a turd out.” He picked her up, holding her in between us. “Check her.”
What other choice did I have, her diapered ass was in my face. “Fine.” I pulled her shorts and diaper away from her butt. “Oh my God, Journey! What is she feeding you?”
She fell into a fit of giggles, kicking her legs. Causing the massive explosion in her diaper to get further all up in there.
“What do we do?”
“We’re gonna have to change her.”
“How?”
“I don’t know the rules.” I shrugged. “I guess we’ll hose her down.”
“In the sink or the tub?”
“Sink. She’s too small for the tub.”
“Good call.”
Journey chose that moment to let out the loudest fart, making me and Jagger laugh our asses off.
“You’re supposed to be a lady,” I said to her, kissing the top of her head.
“She must take after you.”
I shrugged again, nodding toward the kitchen. “Let’s go before it starts running down her legs.”
We gagged the entire time we took her clothes off, resisting the urge to throw up.
“Aim her ass toward the sink, Jagger! The sink! Not my face! Can’t you see I’m dying here, man?”
“Excuse me! I’m the one holding her!”
“She’s got a hanger, bro! There’s a hanger, and I can’t get it to come off!”
“Bah! Gah! Mah!” she fumed with fury.
“It’s not you, Journey, it’s your butt,” I reassured her. “That’s not normal.”
I turned on the sink, testing out the water until it was warm enough to use the sprayer.
I was about to go to town on rinsing her swamp butt down, but Harley intervened, “Holy crap!” she breathed out, walking into the kitchen from the front door. “What are you doing to her?”
“Oh! Perfect timing!” With a big huge smile on my face, I didn’t think twice about it. I grabbed Journey out of Jagger’s hands, and in three long strides, I was cleaning her dirty ass onto Harley’s bright pink shirt.
“Jackson!”
Moving Journey side to side and up and down against the fabric, I made sure the poop chunks were now on Harley’s chest.
“There we go.” I brought her back to me. “Now we can hose you down.”
Harley’s mouth dropped open and I grinned. “Thanks for the help.”
“Aunt Skyler!” she yelled bloody murder, hauling ass to the bathroom to try and salvage what was left of her horrible shirt.
“What?” I called out after her. “I said thank you!”
Skyler rushed into the kitchen, her eyes darting from us to Journey. “Jackson, what is going on? Where is Camila?”
“She left.”
“She left?!”
“Yeah... uh...” I thought quick on my feet, coming up with a reason on why she wasn’t here so she wouldn’t get in trouble.
She was doing us a solid and going to yell at our father for us, the least I could do was return the favor.
“She umm... had to take her mom to the ER,” I lied, covering for her. “She fell down the stairs.”
By the look on Skyler’s face, she was as shocked as I was, but for a completely different reason.
“She didn’t call me.”
“Oh, it’s cuz I told her not to. I told her I’d tell you.”
“Bah!” Journey exclaimed, bringing everyone’s attention back to her and her rank ass.
“Come here, baby,” Skyler soothed, taking her out of my hands to walk back toward her nursery. “What were your brothers doing to you?”
“Dah, bah, mah!”
I swear my baby sister was a genius. She had to be... she was related to me.
I turned to follow her, but right when I spun around, I was smacked in the face with what I’d least expect.
Harley’s shirt.
That still had poop on it.
“Oh, Gremlin... you better fuckin’ run.”
“I win, always, dickwad.” She laughed and took off running.
For the next hour, I was in the shower burning off my skin.
Fuckin’ Gremlin.
Skyler spent the night in the guest bedroom, but I was the one who got up with Journey the next morning. Wanting a few minutes alone with her before I went to school.