Christmas Ski Trip, part 2

When Mike woke up the next morning, his balls ached.  He wondered if his dad felt the same way.

As they were getting ready to leave the house, Shannon was sitting on a bench putting on her boots and Mike was standing in front of her.  Suddenly, by instinct, Mike shot his hands down to cover himself.  Shannon laughed at Mike cupping himself, “I could have got you again.”

Cara then put her hands on her husband’s shoulders, pulling him toward her and pushing him down, while viciously ramming her knee up.  Conor quickly pulled his groin back to try to avoid the impact, but he was a moment too slow -- his wife’s knee connected with the underside of both balls. 

“Ohhh,” Conor exclaimed as the air left his lungs.  For a moment he thought his wife missed her targets and only got his ski pants, but then he felt the pain in his nutsack, and as it made its way up through his stomach and back.  He felt his legs begin to give out, and as he lost balance Mike grabbed his father by the arms, guiding him to sit on the bench.

“Come on, mom, give dad a break,” Mike said.  “His balls still hurt from last night.”

Shannon laughed, “We didn’t get you guys that bad,” she said.

Mike exclaimed, “We were in our UNDERWEAR,” emphasizing the last word.  “No protection at all for our nuts.”

Shannon, Cara and Jenny laughed.  Mike glared at them.  Conor held his sack, grateful to be on the bench and not the floor.