shocked

Quickly you pull the covers up to your cum covered chest. "What the hell kyle!?" you scream.

"You didn't lock the door, what were you doing?" he asks stunned

"I was..." Screaming was a bad idea, now you can barely think as all the pain from your hangover has returned. All the pleasure from your fun with tom is now gone. [Fun?!]

"Momma said you were talking to a boy." he said inching closer to you.

"Yeah..." your brain trying to think through your splitting headache. "I'm not feeling too well."

"That's what momma said so why were you playing with your thing?" he asks now standing beside your bed.

"My....friend was helping me feel better."

"Oh..." his innocent face stared up at you then looked around your room. "Did it help?"

"Yeah a little." [But I still feel like **** warmed over.]

Kyle's sweet innocent face turned stern and he pushed on your chest, which you knew meant he was trying to **** you to lay down since that's how mom forces him to go to lay down. "Go to sleep until you feel better, k?" You smile and nod at him. Kyle holds the back of his hand against your forehead like he'd seen mom do a thousand times. He sweetly kisses your head just the same as mom too and you stifle a chuckle as he turns to leave.

"Kyle?" he stops.

"Don't tell dad okay?"

He looks confused but locks his lips before closing the door behind him.