It was way past 9 and Chrissy knew she shouldn't be on the phone,  but she didnt care. She'd been doing what she wanted to do lately.  Giggling with Bryant on the other end she heard footsteps and the bathroom door slam shut. "oh ****" she whispered, quickly hanging up the phone and turning it off. Sliding it under her pillow she heard the toilet flush and threw the covers over her face.
Her door creaked and in peered her uncle Dan.  He walked over to the bed and peeled the covers back just a tad leaving Chrissy's face uncovered, glanced and proceeded out to leave the door open.
She could hear him walk to the back to his son's room to repeat the same actions only changing at the end by closing his door.
Chrissy's heart began to beat fast thinking she would get caught, with ever step he took was another toss and turn she made in her bed. Trying to get just comfortable enough to face him.
Looking closely at the door,  chrissy began to question why he left her door open and why was he prolonging it,  why didnt he just ****** her phone and put her on punishment?
He stopped in her doorway and pulled his pants down, "what the ****? " chrissy thought to herself squeezing her eyes tightly while praying these were tricks and side effects from the **** she and Bryant smoked.
It was over fast and yet dragged along with every groan that escaped his lips. When he finished and finally closed her door she reached under her pillow and called Bryant historical, "i dont know what just happened B, all i know is he pulled his **** out "