...droom, stretching and yawning.
That's significant, try to yawn with your eyes open.
Can't be done.
Jazz was equally sleepy, also yawning as she exited the bathroom.
So both yawning siblings, each dressed only in a towel, quite literally walked into each other.
Both were embarrassed.
Both had gotten a full on body feel, separated only by strategically placed layers of terrycloth.
Danny was, for only a moment, pressed up against the firm yet soft globes that were Jazz's boobies.
Jazz, for only a brief moment, felt the stiff, fleshy rod that was Danny's morning wood.
Both blushing teens sidled around each other, one headed for a shower, the other for her own bedroom.
Jazz watched Danny, thinking to herself, I hope he doesn't get all weird around me today, it was just a little accident.
Then again, little didn't really enter into any serious description of what she'd felt pressed against her lower belly just then.
Maddie thanked Sam, "For bringing lunch, and for offering to help us get the lab back together."
"No problem, Mrs Fentonů"
"Maddie." The older woman corrected, "When you say 'Mrs Fenton, I start looking for Jack's mother."
"No problem, Maddie. Danny and I were both at least partly responsible for the ghost attack that messed up the...