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Mico just stared at her with his wide, knowing owl eyes.

“Don’t you think we should just stay in bed today?” Margo asked. Even as she said it, she was thinking about how she had to be up and ready and have her bed made by eight and how she really did need to be an angel so Knox didn’t have a reason to spank her. If he didn’t want to, she didn’t want him to. “What was that, Mico?” She grabbed the owl and held him up to her ear, then sighed.

“Ugh. I know. I know. You’re right. You’re so smart, Mico. Okay fine, I’m getting out of bed, but I don’t like it.”

She threw back the covers and sat up in bed. Jilly was already up and dressed for the day, making her bed. As Margo watched, she fluffed her pillow, positioned the comforter over it and arranged her stuffies, a bright green frog from Baze, and a cheap pink puppy Mariah had won for her out of a claw machine, on her pillow.

“I need to take lessons from you on how to be good,” Margo muttered, watching her.

Jilly grinned and sat down on the edge of Margo’s bed. “You don’t need lessons. You can do it. You just don’t like to.”

“Well, of course not. Who likes to behave? Where’s the fun in that?” Margo hopped out of bed and gave Jilly a playful shove. “Get up. You’re in my way.”

Jilly rolled her eyes as she stood, and Margo quickly made her bed, giving Mico the place of honor, propped up against her pillows. When her bed was made, she picked out her clothes for the day, a sparkly blue tutu over black leggings and a black sweater with blue stars all over it with blue star barrettes for her hair. She grabbed a fresh Pull-up and went into their bathroom to change.

When she came out, all dressed up, with her hair done, Jilly raised her eyebrows.

“Well, don’t you look extra nice today? I’m sure Knox will think so too.”

Margo scowled, blush rising up her cheeks. “I don’t care what Knox thinks. Maybe I just felt like dressing up a bit today.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

“Oh, just… hush up.”

“Margo and Knox, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,” Jilly sang.

Anger rushed through Margo, but she tried to brush it off. Normally she’d hit Jilly with a pillow or tell her off, but she had no doubt that Jilly would use every excuse to get her in trouble if given half a chance.

She shook her head. “Just be quiet.”

There was a knock on the door, and Knox poked his head in. “Ten-minute warning.” He looked around the room. “Oh, you’re already up and dressed with your chores started. Good girls.”

Before either of them could react or respond, he left.

Margo felt her tummy flip when he called them good girls and tried to ignore the aching in her pussy.

Jilly looked over at her with a knowing grin.

“Just shush,” Margo said again. “I’m going to go do my chores. You should do the same. Unless of course, you want to be in trouble.” She left the room, closing the door behind her before Jilly could answer.

Her heart was racing, her cheeks were hot, her palms were sweaty, and her pussy was tingling. It was going to be the longest ten days ever.

Chapter Four

Knox

By the time he got all the girls up and going, Mariah was already down in the big kitchen working on breakfast prep. He knew the girls were capable adults who had taken care of themselves for far too long, but they were still Littles. Littles should not be left alone to cook in his opinion. There were knives and hot pans and too many dangers. As soon as he could, he joined her.

She was already well started, a big bowl of pancake batter in front of her, and a strainer full of strawberries next to the sink.

“What needs to be done?” he asked, grabbing an apron off the rack and tying it behind his back. Mariah was already wearing one.

“Um… I don’t really need help,” Mariah said, looking around the room, blankly. He could tell he was messing up her vibe.

“Well, regardless, I’m here to help,” Knox said. He nodded to the strawberries. “How about I cut those for you? Little girls really shouldn’t play with knives.”

Mariah giggled and rolled her eyes. “Cutting berries and playing with knives aren’t really the same thing.”