You were Jessica's kid, innocent and little in her eyes as your mother sat there on the couch, watching you as Miguel fidgeted with his watch.

Jessica watched you play for a bit before looking at Miguel, raising an eyebrow.

"Can you give me a massage?"

And here you were, playing with toys as Jessica laid on her bed in her bedroom, Miguel massaging her back and shoulders and trying to ignore the occasional moans Jessica let out.

He knew the moans weren't THOSE types of moans, they still sounded weird to him.

Jessica laid there calmly, her eyes closed and some of her curls dropping over her face. "Mmm..." She murmured quietly.

Miguel tried to ignore the noise, his hands skillfully pressing into Jessica's back.

Meanwhile, you were in the living room, watching TV, and doing your own thing and being blissfully unaware of the rather inappropriate tension your mother didn't even realize she was causing.

Miguel, mainly his hormones, was fighting for his life silently. He was glad the bedroom door was closed so you wouldn't bother them, and that you were a teen, and being mature enough, but he still was careful. You still had some innocence left.