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“What the fuck did you do to me?”
“What?”
“Did you fucking touch me, Caia?”
“What? No! Why would you even think that?”
“Because you—”
“SLY!” Dad’s voice echoed through the whole house. “Come down here, son.”
He nudged me away and got up from the couch, and without saying another word, he left the room, leaving me alone once more.
Chapter 10
CAIA
I didn’t follow Sly downstairs. I stayed in his bedroom and looked around, eager to find something I could take to my room. I was already missing his presence, and I knew when he came back upstairs, he would send me to my room.
My body was aching, and there was wetness between my legs. Touching Sly that way made me feel a certain way, and though I knew it wasn’t okay to touch him while he was unconscious, I couldn’t ignore the little voice in my head that convinced me to do it.
Sly wasn’t as upset as he seemed anyway. He had connected the dots and knew that I had touched him, and while he got angry, he wasn’t angry enough. He liked it. Unconsciously. Deep down he had enjoyed my touch.
I got up from the couch and walked over to his bed where I picked up one of the two pillows, and before I got caught stealing it, I left his bedroom and locked myself into my own room.
The men downstairs were arguing in the library when I walked down the hall to my bedroom, but I ignored them. As much as I wanted to know what was going on, I had other things to take care of first.
I stood in front of my bed and lifted the pillow to my face, pressing it against me to smell his scent. I breathed in deeply, taking it all in as my pussy ached. I pressed my thighs together, loving every little spark that moved through my body like electric shocks.
His scent put me in a euphoric state. My mind was spinning and my heart racing. My legs were giving in, and I got onto the bed before I fell over.
I got onto my back and placed the pillow over my face as I pushed my left hand into my panties. I ran my fingertips through my folds to get them wet, then I found my clit and started circling it.
I pressed my right hand onto the pillow until it got harder to breathe. The darkness surrounding me suddenly turned into a bright light. I fell into a daze, with colors and sparks surrounding me. It felt like the fourth of July, only that I was about to suffocate with Sly’s pillow while making myself come.
You’re sick.
You’re going to die.
But I had this whole situation under control. I wasn’t going to die while playing with myself and sniffing my brother’s pillow. But I was going to push this as close to the edge as possible.
My fingertips moved faster over my clit, and every time I flicked them against it, I got one step closer to my orgasm. My toes curled and my legs tensed. I was close, and my mind drifted off to Sly, imagining his mouth on my pussy.
I cried out his name, but my voice was muffled by the pillow covering my face. I didn’t want anyone to hear me anyway. A few more flicks of my fingertips, and I was finally pushed over the edge. I moaned and my body shook, then I held my breath and pressed the pillow harder onto my face, bringing myself to a form of climax I had never experienced.
I went to hell and came back to life after pulling the pillow off my face. I took a deep breath, stared up at the ceiling, and I smiled. It was the first real smile in a long time. And if Sly accepted that he was meant for me, I could smile more often.
***
There was a knock at my door the next morning. Wavel’s soft voice called out to me, asking if she could enter. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over, tugging Sly’s pillow under my chin. I wrapped my arms around it and took another sniff. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Caia, are you awake?” Wavel asked again.
“Yes.”
She opened the door and stepped inside in her pretty white satin dress. Her hair was up in a ponytail, showing off her beautiful face.
My beautiful face.
