Timmy Turner’s 13th Birthday Part IV

2. Saturday Morning

Timmy woke in a tangle of arms and legs. It was his favorite way to wake. For a moment he couldn’t remember where he was… where they were. Thunder outside. “Oh yeah… Casa de la Tang.” It was raining steadily, “Good. At least it’ll erase most of the tire tracks.” Timmy was amazed that Vicky could be so careless sometimes and still not get caught by the police.

Suddenly, he wondered. “Did I put the top up on the convertible?” Last time he forgot and it rained Vicky had thumped pretty good. He didn’t mind a good thumping every once in a while. Not from her. But then she had stayed mad at him for an entire week. In his mind, “That was unfair! If she’s gonna’ thump me, it wasn’t right to still remain angry.”

Anyway, what were a few bruises? It was the way Vicky flirted with him.

They didn’t have a perfect relationship.

“Oh yeah, I did put the top up last night. Whew!” Timmy wasn’t sure when that became one of things, she expected him to remember, “It just was.”

One of her nipples was inches from his face. He smiled. He wanted to kiss it. He wanted to suck it. To bite it and leave teeth marks. Veronica was pressed against his back; he could feel her small firm titties pressed against his shoulder blades.

Timmy decided to turn over and get a few more minutes of sleep. Vicky and Veronica would wake up soon, in bad moods demanding that he feed them. “Of course, they’re both gonna’ want something different… and I’ll be lucky if one or both of them doesn’t throw it in my face!” he groused.

He carefully turned over and faced Veronica. She was talking in her sleep. Again. He could never quite make out the words. He knew she would be sore from the thrashing Vicky had given her with the stick last night. Depending on which Veronica woke up, she might not even remember why she was hurting.

In the dim light he could see the small pink scars on her arm. He knew there were also scars on her thighs. Faded. Almost invisible if you didn’t know where to look. And of course, there was the thick one on her wrist. Red. There were still visible marks where there had been stiches. A lot of them. That scar would never fade enough to be unnoticeable.  

“She cuts herself.” There were other kids he knew that did that. It bothered him. Especially the one on her wrist, but he never asked about it.

He tried but couldn’t get back to sleep. He loved Vicky. He couldn’t help that. “Do I love Veronica?” He had known her his whole life, “but I don’t know her at all.” Actually, he didn’t much like her, hadn’t since they were kids. It was clear she didn’t like him. Not even now that they were fucking whenever they could. “Why… ‘cause I kissed her in the play? Before that, maybe?” Then, “We fuck each other… does that mean we have to like each other? I like fucking her, but I don’t know if I like her? What does that say about me? And… she hates me but lets me fuck the shit out of her. What does that say about her???”

He knew exactly who Vicky was. The evilest, cruelest babysitter in Dimmsdale… or the world. “She hates everybody. And I love her… but who the fuck is this blonde that I fucked the shit out of last night and then enjoyed watching my ‘wife’ beat her with a stick for just laughing at me?”

“Trixie Tang’s psycho cock-blocker? Is that all she is? (not that Trixie ever needed a cock-blocker!) Wait a minute… of all the people I know who she imitates, haven’t seen her do Trixie. Not on purpose.” Timmy remembered catching her in another one of her wigs, doing a spot-on Trixie a long time ago. Funny… she hasn’t… recent…” he drifted off to sleep.

Exactly 30 seconds later he awoke again with an “Omph!” as he was kicked in the ass. “Hey, twerp… Pancakes. Why don’t I smell pancakes?” A second kick. “With fresh strawberries. Now.”

“I’m asleep. Shut up. OWWW!” (third kick).

“Vegan…” came another voice. “So… like, a vegan omelet, egg whites, from like the range-free chickies. Lightly cooked. Make sure veggies are fresh picked, washed in distilled water. Blanched before adding.”

Timmy considered the lack of most of these ingredients for a moment… “Gonna be a rough morning!”