Home Sweet Shithole...

The Van slipped neatly into place at Kaila's direction, and she shut off the engine with a quick flourish of the keys.

"Can we postpone the penance until I've at least had a chance to rest for a bit?" Kaila asked, looking back at me hopefully.

"Sure, just keep in mind that there's interest involved," I grinned at her.

"Interest? What the... you're just getting mean now."

"I'm loving this," Carla laughed. "Keep going, this is actually getting good."

Kaila stepped out and shut her door quickly. She popped the sliding door open and immediately grabbed two of our bags from the floor. A slightly embarrassed flush seemed to cross over her features as she looked at her sister.

"You're... dammit... Ignore that, Brent. Seriously IGNORE That." Kaila's voice quavered slightly as she said the words.

"Ignore... ok, I think I need to start carrying around a little piece of paper that says "Always do the opposite of whatever Kaila says." I smiled at her broadly and my eyes drifted over my wife's tits once again, encased in their typical soccer mom shirt. Dammit, still wanted to make her a mom.

"Oh, wow, you're terrible. And I can't just... cut you off anymore, because now my sister's hooked on you," Kaila groaned. "I've created a monster."

"Nope, just tore the mask off," I did my best impression of a wolfish grin I could manage. "Lucky you it was just a total pervert underneath, not a vindictive inquisitor. Course if you would prefer a lecture, I have several very catchy ones prepped, Sin... and Hellfire... one has lepers."

"Everybody knows that white men can't lecture people on morality." She snickered at me and stuck her tongue out playfully. "You need to be about thirty years older and have white dreadlocks."

"Nope, I'm taking his side on this one," Carla elbowed her sister out of the way to also grab a couple of the bags. "Seriously leave everything else."

"Except that one," Kaila smiled softly, before returning her face to the semi serious pose. For a second I realized that she was seriously just trying to annoy me on purpose. Dammit, she was... trying to get punished. The thought was actually kinda hot, and I felt the urge to push back against my wife's tone. It was actually kinda... fun.

"Thank you, Carla, but I got this," I smiled at her, grabbing the bag that my wife had indicated. There was something off about it, and I wasn't quite sure what it was. The old airport joke about packing my bags myself came to mind. "You are totally breaking the sacred rules of fandom at this point and being a total dick, you know." I pointed out clearly, sliding the door shut after myself.

"Oh, I've been naughty, says the oppressor..." Kaila rolled her eyes at me, hefting bags over her shoulder, and leaning into me playfully. "And he's going to punish me, and I'll have to be subjected to his will. This is just a romantic **** you know."

"Everything's fucking **** with you..." I playfully brought my hand back and allowed it to impact on the material of her jeans. She yelped slightly in response, and a slight giggle burst from her lips before she quickly consoled herself.

"And ****.." Kaila shook her head. "You're just racking up the charges aren't you? **** labor, human trafficking, transporting young gulls across the state lion for immortal porpoises..."

"You always get that line wrong, " The sound of Carla's hand impacting on cloth was loud in the quiet concrete parking cover. "Immoral porpoises... "