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“I don’t know,” Alayna replies, taken by surprise.
“Come with me, it’ll be fun,” Caden says in a meaningful voice and I grin as he brushes the hair off her shoulder. After all, we need a toy for the weekend, otherwise, we can’t stand all those crazies in one house. Caden’s definition of fun, by the way, is absolutely not fun. At least, not for Alayna.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” I add and get the death stare from my father that would make Chuck Norris’ balls shrivel. But Caden and I just grin at each other as Alayna looks questioningly at Caden — her boyfriend. He swings an arm around the back of her chair and continues to play with her long wavy hair. As always. That is his psycho shit.
“It will be fun, won’t it, baby girl?” he says and Alayna blushes because she knows exactly what Caden means by fun. We both have the same view of it.
“If you want,” Alayna replies with a shrug and a bit lasciviously. You little slut. We have you all figured out. Why does she still play the shy mouse for us? Caden pretends to buy it simply because he is better at pretending than I am. He raises her chin with one finger and Ava gives a protesting, “God, Caden! You’re so gross!” as he kisses Alayna. I tilt my head to the side. It looks the same when I kiss her, only I do it harder, much harder.
“Enough, my eyes can’t take anymore!” A
“I have to go to practice!” He plays football and I get baked in my garage. That’s what we do. It’s all good. Right now, it’s spring break and our parents are having the worst time of their lives. Caden and I are nineteen and we recently started college. I study media design and he studies psychology. Caden wants to join Dad as a profiler for the FBI where our grandpa also works. I’m fine here. I get my laundry done, Mom orders pizza because she’s too lazy to cook, and I have a fucking awesome garage with a gra
Caden lives in the converted attic where I can borrow his chicks. I don’t feel like picking up anybody, that’s what he does. He’s a pro at wrapping women around his finger — me, fucking them.
And Dad wanted us to stay here when we started college.
He hates us, but he won’t let us stay in the dorm either. He got his way.
Dad is a control freak, especially when it comes to Mom and Ava. She probably won’t be allowed to move out until she’s eighty. It’ll be fun. I look forward to when the discussions will start. Right now, she has a big room on the floor where our parents sleep so Dad can hear everything she does. She can’t sneak out and if she does, I’m still in the garage. I see everything, especially when it concerns my seventeen-year-old sister. It makes her aggressive, which I find amusing. Since I am always bored, I have to do something, so I stalk her. Caden stalks Alayna, I stalk Ava.
“We have to go, Mason,” Mom says and gets up.
“Leave the house!” Dad sighs, throws a $50 on the table, and follows her without saying another word. He knows it wouldn’t do any good anyway. He’ll go to his office at the FBI now and Mom will go to her little photography studio. So, we have peace and quiet until at least three o’clock. Alayna will go up to the attic and just before Caden returns from training, I will visit her up there.
She will moan his name again, but it will be my dick in her.
It is already hard — just thinking about it.
Caden nods to me, thus blessing it. I can hardly wait.
* * *
Twenty minutes. That’s how long I fucked Alayna and she almost moaned her soul out of her body. Caden watched the last five minutes as he often does. He likes to do that. He’s back from practice and leaning in the doorway. With all the other chicks before, he didn’t have that glow in his eyes, which has been there lately when he watches Alayna and me. Before that, there was only desire. Now there’s something else, but I don’t care because my eyes close as I feel myself drifting towards climax because she’s still groaning and contracting around me.
With a jerk, I pull out and come on her ass. A small concession for my brother because he has forbidden me to come inside Alayna. Whatever else, he doesn’t care. However, I admit, I only do it because I know he is watching.
When the last twitch of my muscles slowly recedes and I relax, after the intoxication has gradually subsided, I abruptly rise, pull up my pants, and roll my shoulders.
Completely exhausted, Alayna turns her sweaty face in my direction.
“Where are you going?” she asks longingly and I stare at her, irritated. It’s none of her business, but I have to play Caden for her, who, by the way, is still standing in the doorway, but out of Alayna’s line of sight. He is sweaty from practice and I assume he still wants to shower.
So I say, “Shower, baby girl.” Baby girl. I hate that couples’ shit. But Alayna can’t suspect anything.
I walk past my brother with a smug grin and say with my eyes: Top that!
He chuckles humorlessly and lightly rams his elbow into my side before I disappear downstairs.
I love my life.