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It was Birdies Eighteenth birthday and she was back home. Curly had just finished giving her his present, which included several love bites and nibbles, After they were done he insisted on doing her makeup, assuring that he and Angel had practiced on each other.
Birdie relented and got her makeup bag from her room and handed it to him. "Please don't mix the products, I don't know when I'll be able to score this brand without leaving the country" she asked, sitting criss cross applesauce on the couch.
She looked over at Darry and Pony who were feeding the twins "Turn please" Curly instructed, moving Birdie so she was facing him. Tim sat behind and started to brush her still wet hair, squirming as the brush made contact with the small of her back, right where the end of her cropped sweater sat.
The Shepard Boys giggled to themselves, Birdie locked eyes with Curly and smiled, blush creeping all the way to the tips of her ears "What did I ever do to either of you?" She asked, trying to gauge where Tims next brush stroke would land.
She knew she was about to get annihilated by her fiancé again, his brother and possibly her twin as she watched Soda seat himself at the opposite end of the couch. Tim ran his fingertips along the nape of her neck and smiled, watching her tense up. "So squirmy, Ladybird. Are you anticipating something?" Tim whispered, as the brush touched her lower back once more.
Curly pulled out a folded piece of paper and looked at Birdie, shaking his head "A list? How long does this shit take?" he exclaimed, taking her biggest powder brush and brushing the top of her foot. "Currrrllls Staph!! That sheet is for game days" she giggled, leaning back into Tim, who kissed the bridge of her nose and slowly spidered his fingers up her sides "Timmmmmyyyyy!!" she squealed, pressing her back to his chest. He smiled and tickled her chin "What's so funny Ladybird? I was just giving you a massage so you don't get injured. Now, answer my brother."
She sat up again "Game Days take an hour an half, Comp Days are almost two hours, depending on our theme, Parades are forty five minutes, and Regular Days are an hour because of Skin Prep" She answered, placing her hands on Tims as he held her hips. "Your cheeks are already a lovely rosy pink so, we don't need blush."
Tim started braiding Birdies hair while Soda took her feet in his lap, offering to paint her nails. Curly sat on her legs and looked at her longingly. Birdie looked over and saw Soda had picked the brightest and sparkliest color she had, Hot Pink with flecks of glitter, and shook the bottle, blowing her a kiss.
She turned her head to see Darry chuckling softly "I'm glad you find this humorous, Darrel Shaynee" she muttered, watching Pony situate himself next to he ribs, the side with her strawberry birthmark, and crack his knuckles.
Birdie cringed "Ew, that sound is so bad" He repeated the gesture, right by her ear "Ponyboy Michael, that is so gross: she grimaced. He burped in her face and undid her sweater, giving her a quick tummy rub.
"Heyyyy!" she smacked his hand and giggled. He stuck his tongue out and sat back down, taking Junie from Soda. He whispered something to Junie who smiled wide "Don't listen to him Junie. Uncle Pony is being mean to Mama on her Happy Birthday" Birdie drawled.
He reached up and gave her side a scratch "Hahahahahahahahaha. I'm sorry Little Colt" she giggled, rubbing her side. Curly glanced into the bag and pulled out some powder, and bright looking eyeshadow, Birdie snatched the bag "You cannot mix Mary Quant products, please follow the step by step instructions to achieve the look you want." She handed him another piece of paper and gave a quick poke and swish to his belly button
"Woman!!" he shouted, stifling a giggle. Soda and Tim took that as their signs to attack.
Tim got her in a headlock and attacked her underarms "Tim why?" she laughed, pressing deep into his chest while Soda scratched the sensitive skin beneath her toes "Oh you fuckin asshole! I'm sorry Staaaaaaph!!" she squealed. Pony lifted Junie, took her hands and had her squeeze the berry "Get Mama real good, Junie Girl" Curly egged on his two month old. "What did I ever do to either of you?" she laughed, staying freakishly still
"This exact thing" Pony said, laying Junie down and taking over.
Curly took the powder brush he was holding and started dusting her tummy and under her bra line.
She squeezed her eyes and hands shut real tight, until she felt the brush on her hernia scar, Ponys short nails on her Berry, Soda tracing the scars where her rips were and Tim pressing on her shoulders and lifting her chin up "I give, I give, I give" she hollered, laughing so hard she was red all over.
Tim, Soda and Pont let her go, Curly rested a hand on her thigh and squeezed, adding some pokes to her tummy. He pushed the curls out of her eyes and booped her nose with the brush. She looked at Curly, who grinned wickedly "Did you get the revenge Birthday tickles out of you system?" he nodded,, dusting her cheeks with too light of a powder "for now" he added, dabbing ice blue and white eye shadow onto her lids.
"I know what I'm doing" he said, before she could complain "These colors don't go to ahhh!" she yelped, as Curly squeezed her thighs. "Every complaint you make, five minutes will be added to your punishment. And at the rate you like to complain, I'll have you screaming all night. Remember, I'm in charge, I make the rules, you listen to me" Soda squeezed her hand behind Curlys back, she gave him a reassuring smile.
He continued to apply the wrong color powder and mixed her eyeshadow, failed at drawing a cat eye, and applying a dark red lipstick, the only thing he had gotten correct was her clear lipgloss, making her lips look wet. He handed her the mirror and smiled at his work "She looks like a Clown or one of those Geisha women" Pony said, making silly faces at Junie who just stared at him.
"It's lovely honey, thank you." Birdie kissed Curlys cheek and went to the bathroom, Soda following behind.
"The hell does he mean by punishment? Is he hurting you?" Soda whispered, ready to fight his soon to be brother in law. Birdie rubbed his arm "No honey. He threatens me with tickles if I don't behave, or if I'm too emotional. He's found that overwhelming my senses works in his favor, as it both calms me and clears any negativity from my being. Everything is fine. Now, Birthday tickles for Sodie" she whispered scratching all over his tummy. Soda found himself in a frozen state "Hahahahahahaha Staaaaaaaaph Pleasssssseee" he squealed
"Happy birthday Pop Pop" She cooed, kissing his cheek and walking back to the living room where Curly and Tim sat, enthralled by the twins. Birdie took a quick snapshot "You made me pretty, just like you'll make our girl pretty one day."