Chapter 3
5 years ago
“Are we going or what?” Aiden asks impatiently, smacking me on the butt.
I glare at him to make him stop, which means I nearly gauge my left eye out with the mascara wand I’m holding in my hand. The incident resolves with a black smudge over the left side of my face and I gasp. “Aiden!” I say with a raised voice. “Look what you’ve done. Now I have to start over!”
Aiden snickers and I shoot him a look, but end up convulsing in giggles right along with him. I look like some kind of tribal warrior with war paint on.
“I’ll leave you to your girl stuff,” Aiden finally resigns and gets up from behind me, heading for the door. “I’ll be somewhere downstairs, find me when you’re ready.”
“Yes dear,” I say mockingly and stick my tongue out at him, but he just laughs and leaves me to my own devices.
I’m smiling as I reach for a cotton pad and makeup remover, spilling the liquid on the pad and smudging my makeup even further as I try to remove it. Aiden and I are going to the movies, and once more, I’m thankful he decided – unlike Blane – to say close to home when he went to college. I have no idea what I’d do without his daily visits.
I finally manage to take all of my makeup off and I toss the black streaked pad into the trash. I sigh and try once again to make myself look presentable.
Mascara first, and this time, I don’t fail so badly. My eyelashes are a little clumpy, and I’m not happy when I look into the mirror.
Staring back at me is a willowy blonde, too tall, with awkward long limbs. But I have a pretty face – and I’m told that at every corner, so I’ve started to believe it myself. And I guess I am pretty, if you have a thing for too big eyes, too full lips, and a too small nose. I smirk at myself, but end up hopefully staring at my chest.
I’m flat as a board.
Mom says eventually they’ll grow. I’ll be a late bloomer, just like her.
But that isn’t much consolation when you’re 16 and you start gaining an interest in the other sex.
I blush at the mere word and shake my head to get rid of the thoughts, scrambling in my drawer to find some rouge.
I layer some on my lips and finally, I’m satisfied with my appearance. I get up and reach for my favorite fragrance – a gift from my stepfather. It’s made in Grasse in France, custom to my liking, and it’s probably my favorite object I own.
I spray it on myself and inhale the well-known, beautiful scent.
I imagine him kissing me on the spot where I just sprayed it. Imagine a world where we could be together, where that would be acceptable.Whisper his name softly.
“Blane …”
I’m so afraid someone will hear me I actually clamp a hand over my mouth, looking around in panic. But there’s no one here – no one but me knows about my dirty, forbidden crush.
And it better stay that way.
Finally, I grab my purse and head for the door.
Aiden is waiting for me.
***
Aiden is nowhere to be found.
I’ve been to the kitchen, living room, and the lounge, and he’s just nowhere.
So I finally head to the garage, thinking he might be admiring his new car, as he so often does.
But when I come to the polished white doors, I hear laughter from the inside. And it belongs to a woman. I grit my teeth, because I hate seeing the girls Aiden likes to hang out with. They’re always jealous of me – which I find pretty much ridiculous, since he’s my brother. Though if we were talking about his twin …
I blush violently and realize I shouldn’t intrude, but nonetheless find myself pressed to the wall, peeking into the garage.
And it’s not Aiden in there with a pretty brunette.
It’s his brother, the very object of my fantasies.
I gasp ever so quietly and lower my eyes.
But I can try all I want, they keep escaping to the scene only a few feet away from me.
I’m in a storage room that leads to the garage. And they’re in there, with Blane’s car parked in Mom’s usual space, like he owns the place. I gri
t my teeth. He thinks he’s all that …
I want to march out right away and give him a piece of my mind, but I know right away I don’t have the guts. Instead, I just stare at them.
She’s on the hood of his car, and his hands are all over her.
She’s moaning, giggling, saying his name over and over again.
I focus my eyes on what’s happening. She’s wearing a skirt, but he slides it over her legs until it lands in a heap at their feet. My heartbeat quickens.
He reaches for her hair, pulling out the elastic that is holding her brown locks in place, and her silky waves tumble down her back as he undoes her ponytail.
Her shirt is next, and he unbuttons it so slowly I moan right along with the girl, eager to see more, feel more, pretend she’s me and those moans are coming from my body.
My hand finds its way between my legs and I push away the fabric of my summer dress, pushing my fingers against the panties I’m wearing as I keep watching. I’ve never done this before, never pleasured myself. I always thought it was wrong somehow … But now I can’t seem to resist.
He’s finally done with her shirt and it ends up with the skirt on the floor. He unclasps her bra and her breasts spring free, full and so unlike mine.
“Blane,” she whispers just loud enough for me to hear and I push my panties aside, gasping as I enter my own body. This is so wrong, but it’s so fucking hot …
She puts her legs around his body and I can see him fumbling with his zipper, but try as I might, I don’t see anything other than his hands guiding himself into the girl. She curses out loud and I lick my lips expectantly, all the while imagining that’s me on the hood of the car.
My stepbrother is moving inside her now, clutching her with both hands as she writhes and moans, and my fingers are strumming my clit even harder. I’m just about to come, but I can’t, not without seeing his face when he does.
Blane fucks the girl and I fuck myself, and I can see from his expression he’ll be there soon.
“Fuck,” he moans against her chest. “Fuck, Emme.”
Suddenly, the world stands still.
Did I just hear that right?
My finger comes out of my pussy, my first orgasm forgotten before it even happened. Instead, I just stare and stare at them.