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Fuck.
I could feel it, sitting here in the dark, a silky wet drop leaking from my lips and onto my panties. I shut my eyes, thinking of the closet, of what Alejandro said and its clear effect. He wanted me in my black panties alone, and he would see to it that they came off. As delicate as his touch was, I knew it was a facade. He was restraining himself, and if I gave permission, he would break me like he’d promised. No one had ever dressed me before, and though I protested at first, there was care in his touch which made me weak. Was he a protector or a provider? I crossed my legs, squeezing them shut. Parker adjusted himself, even closer than before. He was next to my dripping wet slit and didn’t even know it, which turned me on. I was ready for a man, either man, both if possible. The more I thought of it, the worse it got.
Parker rung his hands together, twisting the blanket into a sturdy and threatening rope. He seemed tense, ready to bind either himself or possibly even my wrists, or so I fantasized. My heart pumped between my legs, making me swell with each passing beat. I squeezed my legs tighter, feeling the leaky wet drip pinch out from my lips.
“Are you getting horny?” Parker looked up at me, saying the four words that made my nipples perk.
“What?” I choked. I was ready to spread myself, to be taken and claimed by the men in this house, but his question drew me back.
“I asked, are you getting hungry?” He grinned.
I laughed, my nervousness an appalling giggle. “Very!” I answered, mortified by my feelings.
I looked back up the clock, the time passing quickly, keeping me in an eternity of worry. I couldn’t help it, there was something about the nervousness that twisted inside, causing me to squirm with anxious lust. I stared at the screen, unblinking and consumed. Two men, one giant problem.
If only it were so simple, if only I knew why there was such a tear between my heart and my head. Outside of being caught, I couldn’t focus on what was best, or the signals being fed to me.
Alejandro was clear and precise. I loved this, I needed this. But Parker… I thought he was clear on what we were, but I always felt like something was there. Why did he hug me the way he did, keeping me tightly wrapped around his arms? Even now, he placed his lips around my finger and sucked the candy off for a bite. I wasn’t crazy or a fool. He always made me feel like he was on the cusp of a confession. Parker inched even closer, and now his gentle touch and tender words felt so different. Was there more to Parker than he’d ever admit?
I had to ask. I had to have the clarity as my mind spun with uncertainty. What was it about me that made him see me only as a sister?
“Parker?” I asked.
Just then, a loud rolling thud echoed from the hall.
Alejandro!
Parker shot up, peering into the dark hall, “What the hell was that?” He exclaimed, gripping the couch. Even in the loose-fitting Columbia shirt, did he fill out its size with tense muscle. “It came from your room.”
“I…” I stammered, caught off guard, looking at the clock and then back down at the hall, “I… balanced a box of shoes on the top shelf, when I changed into pjs!” I thought I was going to puke, “I think they fell!”
“Jesus!” He groaned with a laugh, “I thought someone was in the house.” He leaned back into the couch as I shook my head.
“Nope, just us!” I replied as I sat back into the cushion, my ears on full alert. Clearly this was a warning from Alejandro, a promise he’d steal me away at any given moment.I can’t wait, I thought,he will come out at any…
The front door pounded with three quick knocks. I screamed, startled once more by the noise. Parker looked confused, pausing the movie.
“Pizza?” he questioned. “There’s no way.” He got up from the couch, slipping the dimmers back on for warm light. I turned around, squinting over the cushion as he answered the door.
I wanted to run back to the room, to check on Alejandro. I was worried he’d sweep me away with his hungry hands, enraging a primal Parker. There was no time, I only sat and listened intently.
Parker blocked the doorway, murmuring, keeping it mostly shut as his head peeked through the crack. His voice was soft, almost concerning, his calm demeanor sorting out what I thought was a mistaken resident. A woman responded with sultry intrigue. I bent forward, feeling nosey, stealing a glance.
Camilla?
She stood at the door, shielded by Parker’s broad shoulders. I bit the corner of my thumb, staring at the clock, feeling an impulsive urge to shout.
“Camilla?” I rang out, my voice sounded surprised. “Is that you?” I tilted forward on the couch, “Come on in!”
Parker turned back, opening the door wider to a confused Camilla. She stood in a slim black dress, her makeup sleek with cat eyes, dark red lips, and glam.
“I was just telling Mila about our plans,” Parker replied, massaging the back of his neck. “She’s actually about to leave.” Camilla shot daggers at him, but Parker paid no attention.
“Don't be silly,” I waved her in, concealing my bare torso with the grey blanket.
“Well, this looks cozy.” She studied the blanket that covered my crop top, not realizing how dark it was just moments ago. I imagined it wasn’t a good look but assured myself that my fantasies were just that. I knew the truth already; I had only always been Parker’s sister. “If Parker had just answered his phone,” Camilla announced, narrowing her eyes at Parker, “I would have known not to surprise him.” She scanned the room suspiciously, discerning if there was any hint of romance. Did she sense something too, or was this all in my head?
“It’s totally fine,” I stood up from the couch. “Honestly, Park, I’m so exhausted from the day. I think I’m gonna just go to bed.”
