I'd had rather a difficult day. My mother-in-law was down with the flu, quite badly, too, and she lived alone. Naturally my wife offered to go and stay with her over the weekend, leaving me to look after the kids. I couldn't really object to either decision. Muriel certainly needed someone to keep an eye on her for a couple of days and there was no way we'd let the kids go there. So Margaret departed on Friday evening and I wouldn't see her until Sunday evening.
The kids had been fine Friday night but decided to play let's-run-Daddy-ragged and what-is-Daddy's-snapping-point all Saturday long. I survived it. I outlasted the little monsters. Through sheer determination, and the knowledge that Jenni was coming over to babysit so I could go to the pub for a while, I survived.
I took advantage of the fact that Jenni was nearly nineteen and arranged for her to stay over-night, hoping that the kids would jump her in the morning and I could get to lie in. Not really expecting them to, but hoping. Jenni arrived and not long after that the kids were in bed and I shot through. Being a careful and considerate driver there weren't any wild skid marks down my drive and onto the road when I left, even though I laid them down mentally.
I arrived at the pub and I had a couple of beers, stretching them out. I had to stretch them as I was driving and the police have this nasty habit of waving breathalysers at cars leaving the pub. I filled in some more time shooting pool. I should have shot the damn balls with a shotgun rather than a cue. Still, it all served to relax me.
I arrived home at about eleven. The kids were sleeping soundly (I checked them) and presumably Jenni was, too (No. I didn't check on her.). I hit the pillows and said hullo to Morpheus.
About midnight I woke up to feel someone scrambling into bed with me. I was tempted to hop out of bed and carry whichever kid it was straight back to his own bed but decided what the hell. He was probably missing mum. I let him snuggle up and felt him relax, dead to the world again. The chances were he hadn't even woken up on the journey from his room to mine. I put my arm around whoever it was to give him a comforting cuddle.
There are subtle little clues a parent can use to determine which child is which when it's dark. Now I have a boy and a girl and while I have been referring to the child as my son it could quite easily have been my daughter. That's where these subtle clues come in. My son didn't have a nice soft breast. Neither did my daughter and hopefully she wouldn't get them for years to come. Whoever was in my bed had a nice soft breast. Quite a handful it was.
I naturally jumped to the immediate conclusion that a burglar had broken in and fallen asleep and, being a law-breaker, was fair game for anything I wanted to do. I reached up and flicked on the reading light above the bed so I could examine my soon-to-be victim. Disappointments were abounding today. It was Jenni.
I lay there, looking at her, considering things. I had noticed that Jenni had been a little out of sorts when I saw her earlier. I remembered the wife telling me not to mention her boyfriend as she'd just dumped him (or been dumped) and it was a sensitive subject. Putting two and two together I decided that she hadn't come to me seeking sexual satisfaction (damn-it) but had innocently sleep-walked in while of stressed mind.
The big question was did I wake her and chase her off to her own bed or did I leave her where she was? If I woke her she'd get all upset and embarrassed and probably wouldn't sleep another wink all night in case she sleep-walked again. If I picked her up and carried her back to her bed she would probably wake up and find herself being carried about while asleep by a man with obviously evil intent.
I shrugged and turned off the light. That way we'd both get a night's sleep and we could worry about explanations in the morning. After all, she was in my bed, not me in hers.
I settled down and went to sleep, considerately giving Jenni the cuddle she seemed to require. The fact that my hand had an excuse to drape over one nice full breast had nothing to do with my decision.
I woke earlier than I'd expected to the next morning. Normally I'd be annoyed but there were extenuating circumstances. For a start, I had a morning wood, which was being encouraged by a firm little bottom rubbing gently against it. I also found that I still had my hand full of a nice warm breast, with the slight difference that another hand was covering mine, holding it in place. From the subtle movements that Jenni was making she was waking up and feeling nicely aroused. Still, it would be rather a rude awakening for her if my cock did what it wanted to.
I stayed still, letting Jenni finish waking up. I felt the change when she realised something was wrong. Instead of holding my hand on her breast she was pulling it away and her bottom was no longer rubbing against me as she arched away from me slightly.
Jenni twisted and turned until she was facing me, eyes burning with indignation.
"How dare you get in my bed?" she demanded. "If you lay one finger on me I'll scream rape."
"The question is a good one," I admitted, "but I'm the one who should be asking it. Look around."
She was already doing that and I could see she knew it wasn't her bedroom. My hand was still at her waist, holding her lightly, preventing her from jumping out of bed and running.
"I was alone when I hopped in bed. Sometime during the night you came and crept in with me. Now why would you do that? Oh, and I have no intention of raping you."
"I didn't get in your bed. No way I'd do that," she protested.
I just gave her a considering look and then ostentatiously looked around the room. I lifted my eyebrows in sudden query.
"All right," she said fiercely. "Maybe I did, but I didn't know. I must have been walking in my sleep."
