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Familiarities
(One Shot)
I wanna break your bottle and spill out all your charms
Come on baby, lets set off all the burglar alarms.
--Tom Watts, "Downtown"
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” my mother replied as she walked out of the kitchen holding a mug of tea in her hand.
“Mom, the man is a cheating asshole.” My older sister Bess hissed as she zipped up her jacket and stuffed her hands in the side pockets, referring to my ex-father, Gregory.
“That’s beside the point.” My mother responded.
“That’s the entire point, mom.” My little brother Daniel muttered as he grabbed his ipod and turned it on, loud.
“Gregory wants you at his wedding, so you’re going.” My mom shrugged and took a sip from her tea. The six of us turned and stared at her in disgust. I didn’t understand how she could be so calm about all of this.
“Do we have to behave?” my sixteen-year-old brother Kenneth asked
“I won’t be there. You can do what you want.” My mother responded. “Shouldn’t you be getting dressed Gwyneth?”
“No.” I muttered looking at my appearance and deciding that it was acceptable. I wore a nice fitting pair of jeans, a white long sleeved shirt and a pair of while spiked heels. Perfectly acceptable for a wedding, right? Of course my jeans were torn in the thighs, knees and bottom pocket on my behind which showed my tanned ass nicely. I had been hitting the tanning booth for this occasion specially. My shirt was extremely tight fitting and was so wide cut that it showed half of my blue bra which had my C-cup breasts popping out of it.
“That’s my girl.” My mom replied. Usually she and I would have fought for half an hour about my appearance and she would have ordered me to change before letting me go out in public. Funny how a cheating husband changes things.
I turned back to the limousine which the sun shone off of and momentarily blinded us all.
They sat inside of it waiting.
Her children.
The woman who single handedly ruined twenty-years of marriage between my parents and cheated on her own husband in return. I’m betting her eight children were just as ecstatic about this wedding as we were.
Yes, she had eight children.
Five boy’s three girls.
We had four girls and two boys.
It added up nicely.
I sighed and looked down the line of siblings beside me. They all stood staring out the window with sour faces. I heard my older sister sigh from my other side.
“I suppose we should go.” She muttered. She, like me and my other siblings, was dressed as casual and sultry as she could get without looking like a complete slut. I didn’t mind going all out. I had an extra miff against my father since I was the one who had caught him in his affair after coming home sick from school one day.
“Is Alex bringing—” I began to ask her before she cut me off.
“Yes, he’ll bring them.” She muttered.
“But I mean—”
“Don’t worry about it”
“Alright you guys, lets go get this over with.”
We trooped out of the house one by one. As the second oldest I took the job of mothering my younger siblings. I waited until the last of them had left the house before glancing at my mother one last time. She gave me a small smile and waved me along as she pulled her bathrobe tighter around her small frame. I closed the door and stared at the limousine again. My siblings stood by it as if waiting for my permission to enter.
I walked down the sidewalk towards them, placing my hands in my front pockets and swaying my hips. I knew he was watching from inside the car. Her children were all around our own ages but he was the one I’d had the most trouble with.
The leader of his own army and my enemy.
Lance Thomas.
Eighteen-years-old, 6’1”, curly brown hair, striking green eyes.
The new epitome of my life. The old one use to be my ex-boyfriend Arty who was inconveniently invited to the wedding since his parents were friends with Gregory. But Lance…
Lance was something else.
He was always calm and put together. He never smiled and never frowned. He just stared as if figuring out everything about you from your appearance. It irked me to no end. I wasn’t the silent kind of person. I was loud and bossy and very much an out going person. If I was mad at you, you knew it.
If I was pissed off, you knew it.
I nodded toward Kenneth. He narrowed his eyes before pushing away from where he had been leaning against the limo and slipped inside, followed by the rest of my troops. I was the last to enter and cringed. The only spot left was next to him. I think that was a cruel joke from my siblings.
I took the seat and smiled sweetly. Lance and I liked to pretend we actually got along. The first time we’d met he brought his girlfriend to the dinner with our families. She tried to make out with him half of the time and he calmly evaded her moves. I then proceeded to knock her down a few pegs and break them up. A few choice words here and there had her crying and running for a taxi.
“You look ravishing.” Lance muttered as he slowly and deliberately looked me up and down. I knew he thought I was hot, hell, I was hot. My hair was pulled away from my neck and I had put on the perfect amount of make up to make him lust for me.
It seemed to be working.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I remarked with an evil grin.
Whereas my army and I had decided to deliberately dress down and grungy, his family had actually obeyed the rules. He and his brothers were in full black tuxedoes, the only color being the deep blue tie that hung around their necks. The girls wore puffy blue dresses that matched the boys. I smirked toward the oldest girl, Patricia, who was my younger sister Kat’s age. She glared back at me in return.
The limo drove toward the chapel quickly, as if fearing the uncomfortable silence that raged in the backseat. It was so tense you could have dropped a bomb on us and nothing would have changed.
We reached the chapel soon enough and filed out of the limousine. There were reporters lining the sidewalk ready to snap out pictures and cause a scene. Marriages like this, with so many reporters involved, didn’t happen very often.
Lance excited behind me and placed his hand on the small of my back as we walked inside together. I tensed up as goose bumps appeared along my arms. My heart rate sped up a few beats as we both smiled toward the reporters.
“I suppose we’ll have to get use to this.” Lance muttered through his smiling teeth.
“I hope not.” I replied through the same forced smile.
“Don’t you love being in the spotlight, sis?”
“As much as I love what your mothers done,”
“My mother is a good person.”
“So was Gregory, before your mother got involved”
“Do you really want to have this argument here?”
“Are you sending me an invitation?”
“You’re here!” she shouted grabbing us as we walked into the chapel and forcing all of us downstairs to the bride’s waiting room. “Why aren’t you dressed?”
“Must have forgotten.” I shrugged.
Oh yeah, the four of us girls were suppose to be brides maids in the wedding. We should have been wearing the puffy blue dresses with the Thomas girls, but we weren’t.
Gregory appeared beside his bride with a smile on his face. He saw the look she was giving me which made his smile fall.
“What’s wrong?” Gregory asked.
“Look at your daughters” she hissed.
“Why aren’t you girls dressed?” he asked as he looked at all of us in anger.
“Why’d you cheat on mom?” I spat in reply as I crossed my arms over my chest. He narrowed his eyes toward me and glared. Mine rose as I challenged him. I had lost all respect for Gregory the day I walked in on him tramping on our family couch with that whore. I wasn’t afraid of my ex-father. I was also the only one in my family who voiced it.
“I’ll deal with you later” Gregory said pointing towards me.
“Can’t wait.” I muttered in reply.
“That’s it?” she continued glaring towards me. “You’re just going to let her get away with wearing that in our wedding?”
“What do you want me to do?” Gregory responded with a rise in his voice. I knew an argument when I saw one. “Force her to go home and change into a dress she clearly hates? She probably won’t even come back.”
He had that right. If he sent me home I was not coming back. I also hated the dresses. I sometimes hated that Gregory knew me so well.
“Do you have something against my dresses?” she replied as her voice rose as well.
“Well come on—they are pretty hideous.” Gregory chuckled. I droned out the rest of their fight as I turned to find someone interesting to bother. Hopefully this would be the beginning of the end of their marriage.
Men think that women like guys who are dangerous. As a result, guys will often smoke cigarettes, drink too much, and ride a motorcycle without a helmet. The reality? Women don't like guys who are dangerous. Women want us to think that because women are trying to kill us.
--Dennis Miller, The Rants
Then to make things even worse she’d brought up the fact that both of our parents had had an affair in order to get where they were presently and had spat it in their faces. I knew that our parents weren’t to be congratulated properly or anything, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they need salt on a wound.
My mother and I never really got along since my father was the one I went to for everything, but she was still my mother and I still respected her. Every time Gwyneth hissed a foul thing about her I wanted to reach out and slap the girl. I didn’t because my father had taught me that hitting women, no matter what the situation, is very, very wrong.
“Want a swig?” my older brother Benny asked passing me a flask. I knew that whisky was inside. The guy ran off of it like water. I took it from him and threw back a few gulps. The alcohol stung my throat as it slid down but I didn’t care. I was going to need a few drinks in order to get through these next few hours.
“Those Maddox girls are something else, let me tell you.” My other older brother and best man George said taking the flask from me.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Well look at the way their dressed, for one. Who shows up to a wedding looking like they want to fuck every guy they see.” George responded with a smile on his face. He’d already been in the military for four years and was incredibly girl crazy. Most likely it came from the lack of relationships he had in high school due to bad acne and a scrawny body, which he successfully filled out during boot camp.
“You’re just horny.” Benny laughed clapping George on the back. I turned and looked Gwen up and down again. She really did look extremely hot. Her tight jeans showed off every curve of her hips and thighs. Her bust was bursting from her shirt which extended to hug her small waist. She almost looked like a Barbie doll from her cute proportions.
“Are you wanting a piece of that?” George asked punching me in the arm. I winced and massaged where he’d hit me on a particular pointy bone on my shoulder and glared toward him.
“Shut up George.” I muttered.
“Hell I wouldn’t blame you, you two seem to have a fascinating relationship already.” My younger brother Michael said joining our conversation. George held the flask out of his reach and refused to let him have it.
“You’re too young.”
“I’m fifteen,”
“Right, too young.” George grinned and took a particular large swing to make him mad before passing it back to me. I took two swings and gave it to Benny who finished it off and placed it back in his inside coat pocket.
Hell maybe I did want a piece of Gwyneth Maddox.
That didn’t mean I was going to take it.
Be bold. If your going to make an error, make it a doozy.
--attributed to Bille Jean King
“I can’t believe he’s doing this.” Bess hissed from behind me. I shrugged and slouched from where I stood.
“No shit.” I responded.
“God, I’m so pissed off.”
“No shit.”
“It’s your turn.” The wedding planner hissed at me. The guests that were seated on either side of the aisle were staring at me as the bridesmaids and groomsmen waited on the altar.
“No shit,” I responded with a glare as I placed my hands in my front pockets and began to saunter down the aisle. I gave a small smile toward Lance who waited for me at the front and began to sway my hips more. I’d taken some previous modeling classes and knew just how to work the runway and steal the spotlight, which I was doing excellently as my breasts bounced up and down like two inviting twins.
I spotted Arty and his parents in the crowd on my fathers’ side and smiled slyly. I’d like to see him cheat on me now. I felt like doing a turn as I walked down the aisle, it fit the mood, so I did so and continued walking until I’d reached Lance.
I placed my hand on the crook of his arms and grinned. I then leaned up toward him and kissed him. Right beside his lips so that it looked as if I really had kissed his mouth. I heard gasps go up around the church as I pulled away and flipped my hair behind my shoulder. Let them start gossiping about that. I had just squashed any rumor that we were a happy, sane, family which I was quite proud of. Next thing you know the little kids will be having sex in the parking lot at school.
I turned with Lance, whose expression hadn’t changed at all, and walked the rest of the way down the aisle before we separated at the top and went to our assigned places on the alter. I saw Bess stifling a laugh as she took the oldest Thomas boy Benny’s arm and walked to stand beside me.
“Way to work the runway there sis,” she said with a grin once she reached my side.
“I do like to steal the spot light,” I replied with a grin before I looked across to see Lance staring at me. I winked and blew him a kiss before turning to see the bride walking down the aisle. She looked stunning, unfortunately, and Gregory looked absolutely ecstatic, aside from being so pissed off at me.
Halfway through the wedding I was stifling a yawn. The chapel was hot and sticky. I was beginning to collect a pool of sweat in between my breasts. I heard a familiar tune start up as I jumped form the vibration. ‘I’m in love with a stripper’ began to ring out through the church from my cell phone. I pulled it out from where it sat in my bra and flipped it open.
“Hello?” I asked not even bothering to keep my voice quiet. If anything I spoke even louder. Gregory, her, and the priest turned to glare at me as the congregation began to whisper among themselves again. It was my friend Sarah. She was calling to give me some moral support and see how everything was going. The priest continued with the service as I gabbed on the phone.
“Hey…I’m gonna call you back in a few minutes…yeah I’m in the middle of something but it’ll be over soon…no big deal.” I said before saying my goodbyes and placing the phone back in my shirt without a care in the world. I looked up and saw my father glaring towards me but I gave him the same smile that I’d given him earlier and stared.
A few minutes later there was another cell phone ringing in the church. It wasn’t mine though. I looked around as people began to scramble for their phones since it was a regular ring tone. People had no imagination.
“Hello?” a deep whispered voice from across the way. I looked up and saw Lance talking on his cell phone. His eyes met mine and for once they showed confusion. He walked across the alter, straight across her dress and stopped in front of me before holding the phone out towards me. “It’s for you.”
I took the phone from him in complete confusion and shock. He stood beside me with his hands in his pockets as the priest tried to continue the service. I’m sure the adults were seething with anger but didn’t want to do anything in front of the congregation, who were bursting for gossip either way.
“Hello?” I asked slowly not sure who was on the other line,
“Hello Gwyneth.” an elderly, but commanding, voice greeted. “This is Lance’s grandmother, Elizabeth speaking.”
“Um—hi?” I said meekly.
“I understand that you do not approve of this wedding but I must tell you that your behavior is not tolerable nor will I stand for it,” She said scolding me. “However, seeing as how I don’t approve of the means in which this wedding came to be, I see your point of view perfectly and I commend you for what you are doing. Consider this a blessing, though next time you should give my grandson a proper kiss.”
The phone went dead. I pulled it away from my ear and stared at it as if it might spontaneously combust. That was the weirdest thing I’d ever heard.
“What did she want?” Lance asked.
“She wants me to give you a proper kiss.” I replied raising my eyebrows toward him in a dare.
“Perhaps we’ll save that for when the divorce papers are signed.” He muttered plucking his cell phone from my fingers and walking back to his spot on.
“One can only hope.” I rolled my eyes at his comment and crossed my arms over my chest. I doubt our parents will be getting a divorce anytime soon. They’re just now getting married for heaven sake.
The reception was at a lake house off of the beach. Gregory and her had rented it for the weekend and it was where we children would be staying for the night. The downstairs had a large ballroom where tables were set up for the guests including a long table at the front for the wedding party. I was seated between Lance and Benny as a full steak dinner was served to every guest. There was an open bar along the far wall that I’d been able to persuade my waiter to get me a very strong drink from.
“You know you shouldn’t take drinks from stranger if you don’t know what’s in them.” Lance muttered as he watched me sip from whatever I had gotten.
“Well if there’s date rape in there I’m sure you’ll look out for me sir Lancelot.” I replied with a few flutters of my eyebrows.
“Are all of our conversations going to be like this?” he asked as his eyebrows narrowed a little bit.
“Probably, seeing as how this is the first time you’ve shown any emotion at all.”
“I show plenty of emotion. You just don’t look hard enough.”
I turned and stared at him as if he were insane. His green eyes met mine in a full on stare. Lance didn’t show his emotions through facial expressions or other out ward figures, he simply showed them through his eyes.
They were laughing at me.
His eyes that is.
“I hate you.” I muttered and turned away from him to take another swig of my drink.
“The feelings mutual.”
“Well good, I’m glad we have that cleared up.”
“Yeah, its good to get those things out of the way, isn’t it?”
“Go to hell Thomas,”
“Referring to last names now are we? That’s an immediate sign of weakness.”
“Sign of weakness? You sticking up for your whore of a mother is a sign of weakness.”
“Don’t talk about my mother like that.”
“I can speak the truth as freely as I want.”
“And what about your dad—”
“Gregory” I corrected him.
“Whatever you want to call him, does he not have any marks against him?”
“Sure he does, he’s just as whorish and scummy as your mother, wasn’t going to deny it for a second.”
“You are completely insane Gwen.”
“You’re just mad because you can’t win against me.”
“Yeah, that’s it.” He said sarcastically as he turned back to his meal and continued to eat. I was never going to figure that kid out and I’m sure he thought I was just as hard.
The maid of honor and best man began to give their speeches halfway through the meal. I saw Bess standing at the back of the room with her boyfriend Alex. He had multiple black duffle bags at his feet. She was looking around the room for all of us. I quickly stood and made my way to the back of the room followed by my siblings.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bess asked as we picked up the duffle bags and walked to one of the side rooms to get ready.
“Are you backing down?” I asked turning to stare at her. I was her commander-in-chief in the army and she wouldn’t dare to back down against me, even if I was younger.
“No, I just want to be sure you know what you’re getting us all into.” She replied.
“Mom doesn’t care what we do. Gregory can’t punish us because we don’t live with him. So what’s the worse that could happen?” I shrugged in reply taking the gun out from the duffle bag and strapping it around my back. I pumped it a few times before turning to the door where Alex, Kenneth, Kat, Leslie and Daniel stood waiting with their own guns. I turned back to Bess and waited for her to either accept or deny.
“Fine, let’s do this.” She muttered getting her gun ready before we turned and burst from the room.
The first time Adam had a chance he laid the blame on a woman.
--Nancy Astor
They brought water guns to the reception where they sprayed the guests and wedding party down while we ate our dinner.
I watched from inside as Gregory gave his children a lecture. They were lined up along the deck staring at him with bored expressions on their faces as he riled on about proper behavior and what not.
Especially Gwen.
She looked the most bored out of the bunch. And the most angry as well. That girl was a complete nut case. She was one incident away from being sent to rehab with a lame excuse about attitude. Sure she had an attitude, but I understood that it was from Gregory. I’m positive that under normal circumstances she would have been a properly welcoming young lady.
My brothers and I turned back around and stared at the empty reception hall as the Maddox kids trooped back in. We didn’t want to look like we were watching them. They had to know we were, but it was still us against them. The reception hall had been cleared out after the water guns had been confiscated. Everybody was soaking wet so they left. The cake hadn’t even been cut.
“Happy, Thomas?” Gwen whispered in my ear walking behind me as she came in. A shiver went down my spine as her fingers traced along the back of my shoulders. My clothes were wet and sticking to me which only added to the effect of her warm touch
I craned my neck behind me and watched her weave her way through the reception hall towards the stairs. Her hair was wet and matted and her white shirt was now see-through from the water. Her bellybutton teased me as her shirt clung to her curves even tighter. Her pants had gotten a darker color like jeans do when they get wet. I heard them squishing between her hips as she walked farther away.
When she’d walked up to me calmly during the battle with her water gun she had an evil look in her eye. She’d succeeded in soaking me but only until I pried the gun from her hands and used it against her. She was the only Maddox child that I had gotten, but she was worth it. Seeing her walk away furious while soaking was worth it.
“Damn, god is one cruel man to give us a step-sister as fine as that.” George muttered as he and Benny were also watching her walk away.
“She seems into you L,” Benny continued as Bess passed him. He grabbed her wrist to stop her but she pulled it from his grasp, glared towards him, and stalked off. He only winked and called after her.
“She has a boyfriend” I muttered staring at Benny’s display.
“Who? Gwen?”
“No, Bess.” I said nodding towards Bess who was currently embracing her boyfriend. Benny frowned and took a large gulp of the beer that was in his hand. We were sitting in an empty reception hall with the tables still set up and everything.
Nobody quite knew what to do with the place since the cleaning people weren’t supposed to show up until later that evening. So we simple\y left it as it was and started on the alcohol that had been abandoned when the guests left. And there was quite a lot of alcohol left.
“Damn, it’s like sex with a champagne bottle.” George muttered. I followed his eye contact and saw him staring at Gwen again. She was sitting on one of the tables with her legs swinging over the edge and a bottle of champagne attached to her lips which she drank from seductively. I bristled as I looked back at George and gave a small glare. I didn’t know why it unnerved me to see him always staring at her. I mean he was almost eight years older than her for heaven sake and she was definitely not into him, she was more into me—
I can’t believe I almost said that.
I was not about to admit that I had a smidgen of feeling toward my new step-sister or that I cared about what she thought of all of us. I was not going to admit that.
There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out
--Mae West
I turned and saw George waltzing towards me. He still wore his tux pants and white shirt. The top few buttons were open and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. He was quite handsome, being a Thomas boy and all, but he was too old for me. He was looking for a serious relationship and I was looking to ruin my fathers’ life.
“It’s become a hobby of mine.” I replied with a sly smile taking another sip of the vodka. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my bare waist. His mouth found the back of my neck and he gave it a lingering kiss. I squirmed and backed up into him to make him move. George was not a Thomas boy I would do something with.
“Sorry, I’ll have to watch myself.” He chuckled hopping onto the railing and taking a seat next to me.
“You’re too old for me Georgie,” I teased as I took another sip.
“I’m never too old.” He replied taking the bottle.
“Sure you’re not.” I grabbed it back and swallowed extra big.
“Better be careful with that thing.” He murmured as I set it down on the railing with a smile. “You’re going through it awful fast.”
“Don’t worry about me big bro” I said sarcastically with a roll of my eyes. “I’ve got a pretty big tolerance for this shit.”
Besides the bottle was barely a quarter gone.
I wasn’t quite sure how long we were out there drinking and talking. I did know that he had, at some point in time, gotten off the railing and walked around behind me like he had done previously. He again tried to lure me but this time was far too drunk for it.
“Come on sweet heart,” he murmured thinking it was sexy. He wrapped his arms farther around me and ran his hands down my thighs. I squealed in disgust and pushed him away from me.
“Stop it George.” I hissed attempting to push him off of me. I had too many shots from the vodka to do much harm. He simply laughed and grabbed my arms. He pulled me off of the railing and pressed himself against me. I yelled and moved away from him as much as I could so he couldn’t kiss me and fought with him hands as they roamed my body.
“Relax, baby,” he cooed. I tried to yell but his mouth cut me off. His kiss was harsh and demanding. He wanted something that I wasn’t willing to give him and it made everything very unappealing.
“What’s going on out here?” I heard another voice demand. George pulled away from me and I gasped for air. Whoever that was, was my savior.
“Nothing Lance, go back to bed.” George muttered turning back towards me. I looked at Lance helplessly and silently pleaded with him to save me. He cocked his head towards me with a confused expression on his face as my eyes begged him to do something, anything.
“George, get off of her.” Lance ordered taking a few steps forward before George stopped him.
“Back off Lance, you’ll get your turn next.” He snapped holding out an arm towards his younger brother. I tensed up and tried to get away from George as his attention was on Lance but he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me tight.
“I’m not going to tell you again George, get off of her.” Lance said coming closer to us and ignoring George.
“Don’t challenge me Lance.” George warned pushing me against the railing and turning towards his brother. I gasped and clutched my abdomen which had been slammed against the railing. The pain shot through me quickly as I collapsed on the floor. I stayed there crouching and watched the boys fight. I also wondered where that bottle of vodka had gone.
“She doesn’t want you touching her.”
“Oh and she wants you?”
“I didn’t say that.” Lance replied staring at me quickly before looking away. I realized at that moment that I wouldn’t mind having Lance touch me. I wouldn’t mind having him do lots of things to me. He was by far the hottest Thomas boy, beside the six-year-old who was obviously out of my age bracket.
“She’s a piece of meat like all the others Lancie-boy.” George chuckled and stumbled a little bit. There was something disturbingly wrong with George Thomas. “Let me have a quick one with her and then you can do what you like.”
“Stop it George, you can’t do anything with her. Both of you are drunk.”
“So? Makes it even better. Neither of us can be held accountable for our actions.”
“Stop talking like that.” Lance warned.
“Oh come on Lance, she’s legal.”
“George, stop!” Lance said with an annoyed laugh taking another step forward and clenching his fists. “You can’t have her. She doesn’t want you.”
“What are you going to do Lancie-boy?” George said with a drunken chuckle. “Fight me? You’re going to fight your big brother over a slut?”
“If I have to.” Lance muttered.
“Stop thinking your so high and mighty Lance! You’re not the oldest, you’re not in charge. You can claim things as your property without waiting to see if the higher ranked want it or not.” George started shouting towards him. A light went on in one of the upstairs windows. I looked up towards it but didn’t see a figure.
“This isn’t the war, George!” Lance shouted at his brother. “People aren’t property, women are not property!”
The window with the light on opened and Benny stuck his head out. “What’s going on down there?”
“Nothing,” George called.
“He’s drunk and he tried to take advantage of Gwen.” Lance said at the same time.
Benny swore and ducked back into the room. A second later I saw his shadowed figure jogging down the stairs and weaving through the reception tables toward us. He appeared outside and joined us in the ring of the lamp. He took one look at the situation, with a pitied look of apologies towards me, before grabbing George’s arm and pulling him away.
It was over just like that. Lance scooped me off the floor and helped steady me. I winced and realized I had gotten a splinter in my foot. He picked me up and set me on the railing while inspecting it in the dim lamp light.
“Are you okay, otherwise?” Lance asked while examining.
“Yeah,” I said softly with a smack of my lips and a small smile on my face. The entire situation was now incredibly funny to me. It could also be the alcohol. “Peachy keen.”
“He didn’t get any farther than what I happened upon, did he?”
“You mean did he fuck me?” I stated staring at his hair because that was the only part of his head I could see. He lifted his face to look at me and was surprised that I had been watching him.
“Yeah,” he replied softly plucking the splinter from my foot.
“No,” I said with a sigh while stretching my arms above my head and giving a tiny whine as I did so. “No fucking went on between your brother and me.”
“Good to know.” Lance muttered.
“Isn’t it though? Good to know he didn’t fuck the slut.”
“You’re not a slut Gwen,”
“Oh, I’m not?” I replied louder than I had intended. “According to you and your brothers I am.”
“My brothers aren’t serious.”
“Really?” I gasped not believing him for a second. “Stop talking Lance, I’d rather hear silence than more lies from you.” I swung my legs around and returned to my previous position before George had attempted to feel me up. I was surprised to see the vodka bottle sitting in the same exact spot. It hadn’t moved or spilled throughout all that groping. I picked it up and took a particularly long swallow before pulling it away and gasping. It tasted better and better the drunker I got.
“Maybe you should go easy on that stuff.” Lance said. My head whipped around toward him in surprise that he was still there. My hand fell towards him quickly and I handed him the bottle.
“I have a feeling you need some of this.” I muttered without listening to his reply. He chuckled and took the bottle from my hand. I saw him take a large swallow out of the corner of my eye and smiled. Alcohol was always a fun factor for me.
“So, what made you decide to come to my rescue sir Lancelot?” I asked in a flirtatious tone. My attitudes could change on a dime when I was drunk. “Or were you merely searching me out to have your sex deprived way with me?”
“You’re certainly full of yourself aren’t you?” Lance chuckled taking another sip and staring at the bottle in his hands.
“Oh come on,” I puckered my lips and leaned towards him so my breasts pushed against his arm. “If you can admit that you aren’t attracted to me and you do not want to jump my bones this second, I’ll back down.”
Lance turned and stared towards me. His eyes met mine in a devilish smile. “I don’t want to jump your bones this second.”
“You’re lying.”
“No I’m not.”
“Your penis says otherwise.” I murmured pointing towards his package with my pinky finger after I’d stolen the bottle from him and taken another sip. It was true though, he was having a major boner.
“Why are you sitting out here in the middle of the night wearing nothing but your underwear and drinking?” he asked attempting to take us off topic. I wasn’t fooled though, but I was going to let him have his fun.
“Because it makes me feel free.” I muttered with a sarcastic smile.
“It makes you feel free?” he replied.
“Yes, Polly, would you like a cracker with that?”
“No, but a better explanation would be nice.”
I sighed and remained silent for a few minutes. We heard owls calling in the distance since we were at a secluded beach surround by a forest. The moon shone brightly towards us and eventually the lamp beside us burned out. I still sat in the darkness and stared out at the ocean, watching the wave’s crash in against the shore. I took a deep breath and smelled his cologne that still lingered on him. He had changed into jeans and a plain gray t-shirt that fit him nicely. I looked at his face and realized he had some stubble on his chin which gave him a sexy rustic look. I liked that.
Those are my principles, and if you don't like them...well, I have others.
--Groucho Max
The silence was broken when she spoke though. I didn’t mind. I was getting use to her voice and her sarcasm to life. Though now when she spoke there was none of that. She sounded softer and more distance. Almost sadder in a way.
“And you didn’t think there was anything bad in the world?” she continued without waiting for my reply. I wasn’t sure what I would have said either way. Of course I remember when I was a kid. I remember when George wasn’t so messed up from the war. I remember when Benny actually hung out with me without teasing me in some way. I remembered a lot of things.
“You didn’t have any worries or fears or basic knowledge that there were bad things around that cause pain. I mean you fall down and scrap your knee, that’s not real pain. That’s fake pain.” She muttered. “I remember how I use to love swimming. I would swim for hours in the ocean or the lake and the rare occasion in our pool. It felt like I was floating on air when I was in the water, like I was free from my body. I loved it.
“Then there was one time we were at the beach, it was like any other normal time there, my mom always set up camp somewhere in the middle with her umbrella and thousands of towels so we wouldn’t get sand anywhere. And she would rub us all down with sunscreen while my dad blew up the floats. My brothers usually took boogie boards but my sisters wanted the floats. I never took anything. I didn’t need it. I just lay on my back and imagined I was a cloud in the sky.
“Then about halfway through the day, because we always spent the entire day there, my parents started fighting. It wasn’t like a normal fight at home over the dishwasher or the state of the house. It was a real fight. They made a huge scene in front of everyone and I couldn’t image what would have caused two people, who were so in love, to fight like that. That was the first time I experience real pain” she paused and stared at the ocean as tears started to brim on the corners of her eyes. It was like the sea had her transfixed and she couldn’t look away from it. “I haven’t been back in the water since.”
We sat together without speaking. I thought about what she’d said. What she said was true. When I was younger I didn’t have a care in the world. I was loud and rambunctious as any other kid. My brother changed all of that though.
“George enlisted when he was eighteen.” She turned away from the sea and stared at me as if she’d forgotten I was there. “I was eight-years-old at the time and I didn’t really get why he was leaving and mom was crying. I mean I understood the concept of war and whatnot, but I didn’t get why they wanted my brother. In my eyes he was just a big dork.
“He was gone for four years straight. No leave or anything. Apparently he just wanted to do his four years and be done, didn’t really care about seeing the family or anything. My mom was heartbroken. He was her oldest son and he didn’t want to be a part of the family. When he came back, he was a completely different guy altogether. Drank all the time, had a temper shorter than my nail, treated all of us like crap. He didn’t even acknowledge that we were his family. The counselors didn’t help at all. He just rode them off like a bad salad. He’s gotten better over the years, but from time to time he goes off. That was my first experience with real pain.”
We sat in more silence. Neither of us really needed to say anything. It was weird for me to open up to someone like this. I hadn’t told anyone about my brother and the fact that he hated most of us. He was always drunk and liked to take advantage of girls.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered which caught her attention. She whipped her head towards me in a drunken roll.
“For what? You haven’t done anything.” she replied with a smile.
“One: for George’s behavior and two: for my own. I guess I haven’t been the politest guy throughout this whole thing.” I said with a chuckle.
“Don’t sweat it. I wasn’t any nicer to you.” She waved her hand at me. It fell to my knee and landed there. I looked down at it a bit stunned before looking back at her. She was staring at me. My eyes grazed over her long face and tanned skin. She was incredibly gorgeous. I couldn’t help but stare. The next thing I knew we were moving closer to each other. She wrapped her arm around my neck loosely and pulled me against her.
Great food is like great sex--the more you have, the more you want
--Gael Greene
It was a drunken kiss, but it was still a kiss. He tensed up beneath my lips, probably from the strong taste of alcohol, before relaxing and kissing me back. I smiled and moved my mouth against his as our tongues danced. It was a sweet sultry kiss, unlike the one George had forced on me.
“We should go inside.” He murmured a minute or so later when he pulled away. His hands were caressing my hair and cheek which sent warmth through my body. He smelled like musky cigarettes, probably from his brother’s habit of smoking, and whisky. The smell sent a warm sensation through my stomach.
“No,” I replied in a whisper. “Let’s go to the beach.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’m always up for trying new things.” I grinned and hopped off the railing. I grabbed the bottle of vodka in one hand while grabbing him in the other. I pulled him off the railing and started towards the stairs which led to the beach.
“Gwen,” he murmured pulling me back and stopping me. I turned and looked at him with an impatient look on my face. “I don’t think it’s a good idea if we go any further.”
“What?” I slurred shaking my head to clear it as I stared at him.
“I just — I don’t think it’s a good idea if we do — anything — in your current state of affairs.” He said with a small smile as he searched my eyes for a reaction. The only reaction he was going to get was a glazed one. I shrugged and dropped his hand. My drunken state didn’t leave much room for anger or disappointment. I felt a little embarrassed that I had been denied by him but I would get over it.
“It’s cool.” I replied as I turned and started to head inside. “Where is George’s room again?”
I felt his arms grab my waist and pull me back. He buried his head in my hair and bit down on my ear lobe. “That’s not even funny.”
I laughed and turned around in his arms. “Yes it is, you don’t want sex and he does and I’m perfectly willing to give it to either of you.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asked staring into my eyes. I looked back and forth between his because I couldn’t concentrate on one of them. I had never been able to look a guy in the eye because it frightened me to see their reaction to things. But Lance was a different story. There was something about him that I found charming and incredibly stimulating.
“No, I lied. I wouldn’t sleep with him.” I replied running my hands through his curly locks.
“Good,” he said. He leaned forward and kissed me slowly as our lips tasted each other. He pulled away and backed towards the doors while pulling my hands along with him. I followed with a sly smile on my face and stumbled a little bit. He had to catch me and eventually wrapped his arm around my waist to steady me.
We stumbled up the stairs together and made our way as quietly as possible, which wasn’t very quiet since I was giggling most of the time, to his empty bedroom. He had been lucky enough to not have to share a room with anyone else which came in perfectly in times like now. I fell onto the bed and lay like a rag doll as Lance closed the door. He walked toward the bed and chuckled at my state. I didn’t really feel like moving either.
“Come on let’s get you tucked into bed.” He muttered picking me up bridal style and rearranging me on the bed. He placed the covers over me and kissed my forehead while saying goodnight.
“Aren’t you staying?” I croaked as he turned away from me.
“I can sleep on the couch in the common room.” He murmured giving me another kiss on the forehead.
“No!” I protested sitting up and grabbing his arm so he couldn’t leave. “I want you to stay with me.”
He complied and took off his shirt and shoes as I moved over on the bed for him. He lay down beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders while I cuddled against his chest. I listened to his heart beat as his chest rose and fell with every breath. It was quick and rapid, almost like he was nervous. His breathing was shallow and spastic. I sat up on my elbows and stared at him. He looked back without blinking and I grinned. I leaned forward and bit his bottom lip. I sucked on it for a second before pulling away.
“Calm down.” I whispered before lying down on his chest again. He chuckled and ran his hand down my spine.
“Like that’s supposed to help me calm down.” He murmured.
“You’re heart is about to pound its way out of your chest and your breathing isn’t any better.” I replied running my hand across his nicely defined stomach.
“Aren’t you an excellent observer.” He replied. I grinned even though he couldn’t see it. I felt him shift next to me and saw him move on top as I shifted underneath. He rested his arms on either side of my head and leaned toward me for a kiss. I complied and smiled at the craving in his touch. I could sense everything he really wanted and everything he really wanted to do, and I was more than willing to comply.
I ran my hands across his back to his stomach. I grabbed onto the waist of his jeans and pulled his pelvis against mine as I pressed it into his. He sighed and moved his lips across my jaw and collar bone. I could feel myself shuddering as I scrambled with the button on his jeans. My collar bone was a definite weak spot. His button was one of those extra tough ones that weren’t easy to push through the hole. I thought I heard him chuckle but waved it off as I’d finally been successful in opening his jeans. I felt like doing a victory dance.
They came off quickly through the means of my already bare legs which pushed them down until they slid off. I didn’t have much room for patience and was already begging for him to enter me. In the spam of time it took me to get his pants off he had already snapped off my bra and thrown it aside. He was then fiddling with the edge of my underwear in waiting.
I slide them off while listening to his chuckle he roamed my body. I arched my back and pressed myself against him as he bent down and sucked my breast. My breath caught in my throat as I gasped from the pleasure it brought me. Lance worked like no other guy I had fooled around with could do.
Lance thrust himself inside of me and I cried out from the impact it made. He was larger than I had expected and my body wasn’t use to that. With every motion between our bodies the pain eased and the warmth that spread grew. Our breathing became heavy as we pressed our bodies together and moved as one.
This was what sex should be like all the time.
I consider sex a misdemeanor; the more I miss, de meaner I get
--Mae West
“Um — ” I stuttered looking between Benny and Gwen who had her eyes closed and a sour look on her face.
“Never mind, I’m leaving, you two kids have fun.” Benny said backing out of the room.
“Benny—” I started to warn before he left.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Benny winked with a grin and left the room while shutting the door behind him.
Gwen swore multiply times and pulled the blanket further around her. She was on the inside of the bed and therefore couldn’t get out without climbing over me which I don’t think she wanted to do at that second.
“Benny won’t tell anybody.” I said thinking it would calm her down a little bit. She turned to look at me with a shocked, annoyed and pissed off look. I didn’t even think girls could have so many different emotions on her face at one time. It was almost hilarious. I would have laughed if she wasn’t already planning my death seventy million ways.
“Like I care whether Benny tells.” Gwen spat. “My mother would actually rejoice because it would send my father up a wall.”
“Oh shit.” I hissed just realizing that if our parents were to find out my mother would absolutely flip a gasket. Maybe that would put a damper in their marriage. “My mother is going to kill me if she finds out.”
“Your mother is going to—” Gwen snapped again sitting up and looking down on me. She trailed off as she followed my eye sight and smiled. She held the sheet clutched against her breasts. My eyes had trailed down and rested on them. I couldn’t help it since they were level with my face. I remember how supple they looked last night and how she’d willingly let me have them.
I reached out without thinking and slowly pulled the sheet away from her chest. She watched my slow movements but didn’t try to stop me as the sheet fell to her waist and revealed her breasts. My eyes met hers again as I leaned towards her. She watched my movements silently but didn’t try to stop me. I placed my mouth over her nipple and sucked her lightly. She sighed and sank down into my form. I didn’t remove myself as I lay beside her and ran my hand along her stomach. She closed her eyes as a shudder went throughout her body and a satisfied moan escaped her lips.
“This-ss is—we should—um—” she slurred as she ran her fingers through my hair and pulled the back of my head against her harder. I gagged as my mouth went too quickly into her. I now know what it was like when my first girlfriend was attempting to deep-throat me. She also did it on a full stomach. Not a good outcome to say the least.
I pulled away from Gwen and tried my best to cover up my displeasure in her spastic act. She freaked out and went into comforting nature mode. She sat up in bed with me and fussed over my coughing as I tried to get my gag reflex under control. I felt like an idiot to say the least. My erection was burning and I’d definitely killed the mood.
“Are you okay?” Gwen asked pressing her chest into my back as her hands went around my shoulders. Her hot breath played with the back of my neck as I went hard. Her skin rank of vodka but she still had a faint smell of the perfume she always wore. It turned me on like a light bulb. This was definitely not working out well. Focus Lance, focus.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied with a smile turning to meet her head. I closed the distance and kissed her lips sweetly. They were red and swollen from our session last night and gave a definite pouty look. We fell back onto the bed as I positioned myself on top of her and got lost in her taste and touch.
It's not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.
--Marge Piercy
Finally I rolled over Lance and placed my feet on the hardwood floor. Lance groaned and grabbed my arm before I could walk away. “Where are you going?”
“I have to pee.” I mumbled in reply. My hangover was definitely hitting me and I smelled like vodka. I wasn’t going to worry about that now but I definitely had to empty my bladder.
“Are you coming back?”
“No, I’m running of to Timbuktu in order to give birth to our love child that I’ll dispose of because it looks too much like George.” I replied with a coy smile. Lance chuckled and pulled me towards him for a quick kiss. He was different in this mood. He was more open, more happy…? I guess is the best way to describe it. He smiled more and even gave a chuckle or two. I liked the relaxed side of Lance.
I smiled against his lips and pulled away, taking the sheet with me. I wrapped it around my body like a toga and slipped out of the room. I tip-toed across the hall to the bathroom where I heard the shower running. I cursed under my breath but sighed in defeat as this was the only bathroom and I really needed to use it.
I made up my mind and pushed open the door, that didn’t have a lock, and went inside.
“Sorry for the interruption but I really have to use the toilet so don’t mind me just—” I started to say as I looked straight at the toilet before stopping. I heard Benny’s voice cursing in the shower and saw his shadowed outline through the clear curtain. I also saw a female who looked extremely recognizable to me.
“What in the—” I muttered as I took a step closer. The smaller female body was trying to hide behind Benny as he swore.
“Uh—Gwen just hurry up and use the toilet and get out for heaven sake.” Benny started to say. I narrowed my eyes as I reached the shower curtain and pulled it back. Benny swore as he slammed off the faucet and covered his body up.
“Bess?” I said surprised and disgusted at my sister. She had a boyfriend for heaven sake and here she was fornicating with Benny! Benny of all people!
“Gwen, I can explain—” Bess started to say from behind Benny’s form.
“He’s our step-brother!” I screeched pointing towards him. Bess started to reply towards me but I couldn’t hear it. “You have a boyfriend! What about Alex?”
“Gwen, it just wasn’t—I mean Alex is great but—” Bess said as water dripped down her figure.
“Jesus Bess—you of all people!” I wailed away.
“Gwen I’m sorry—this isn’t how I wanted you to find out—”
“How long has this been going on?”
“Two months—” Benny spoke raising his hand to hold up two fingers. I looked at the ceiling in order to avoid a front row showing of his erection.
“Jesus Benny, cover up” Bess hissed slapping his arm. He put his hands back down as a blush over came his face.
“Two months?” I screeched still staring at the ceiling. I was not looking down again. “You’ve been sleeping with Benny for two months?”
“Gwen—look at me—” Bess said with a roll of her eyes. I didn’t see her roll her eyes but I knew she was doing it. She always did. “Be reasonable!”
“Reasonable?” I shrieked looking at her without thinking. I swore, since she was now standing beside Benny showing it all to the world, and looked at the ceiling again while pointing a finger at her. “We are way past reasonable Bess!”
“What’s going on?” Lance asked walking into the bathroom behind me. He stopped suddenly from behind me and placed his hands on my waist with his same blank face. “Woah”
“Exactly.” I agreed pointing towards Benny and Bess who had moved behind Benny again.
“Oh for heaven sake it is not—” Benny started to say.
“No seriously—” Lance interrupted “It is that bad.”
“Wait a second.” Bess said perking up as her tone changed from guilty to accusable as she looked at me and the position Lance and I were in. “Why are you wrapped in a sheet?”
I looked at myself before looking back at Lance who had put on his pair of jeans. That was all he had put on though. I pulled the sheet further around my body and frowned towards her. “None of your business.”
She opened her mouth in a smile and gaped at me before twitching her head to the side. “Are you sleeping with Lance?”
“Does it matter?” I hissed in reply.
“Look girls I think we should just—” Benny started to say as Bess and I both silenced him.
“No, no, no—you’re sleeping with Lance, aren’t you?” Bess said as if she had something against me now.
“So?” I replied narrowing my eyebrows.
“So you’re just as bad as me!” she shrieked.
“No I’m not. You have a boyfriend and you’re sleeping with your step-brother, I’m single and I’m sleeping with my step-brother. There’s a big difference between us, Bess!” I shrieked as I pointed between the two of us to get my words across clearly.
“Gwen, please try to understand, Alex and I never had the type of chemistry that Benny and I have—”
“Yeah I can obviously see that.” I spat pointing out the obvious. Benny’s boner, which his hand kept forgetting to hide.
“Dude, cover up—” Lance muttered throwing Benny and Bess the towels that were sitting on the counter. They covered their respected body parts and stepped out of the shower. Bess tried to stop me as we all walked out into the hall but I shook off her arm.
“Gwen, stop, just listen to me.” Bess tried to explain. I’d never really thought that my sister was selfish until that second. A second ago she had been trying to compare her affair with Benny to my sex with Lance. Now she was trying to make it justified in any sense. I didn’t hate my sister more than I did in that second.
“Seriously Bess, I don’t really think anything you say is going to make this situation better.” I glanced at Benny who was looking guilty before turning back to my broken sister. “You better finish with him, they don’t like when their not satisfied.” I muttered before turning away and walking past Lance, who was leaning against his door frame, into his room. He followed behind me with a low whistle and shut the door behind us.
I collapsed on the bed and let the sheet loosen around my frame. Lance fell on top of me softly and rested his head on my stomach. My hands fell to his head and made their way through his hair as I sighed in anger.
“What is it?” Lance asked out of politeness since we both already knew what the problem was.
“It’s just—she can be so selfish sometimes.” I muttered as my hand lay to rest in his hair.
“How is she being selfish? I mean I know she’s being a bit unfaithful, but selfish?” Lance asked.
“All my dad’s going to focus on now is the fact that Bess is having an affair with Benny, her step-brother for heaven sake, and she’s going to make a big show of everything and either be breaking up with Alex or begging for him back and leaving Benny helpless and everyone’s going to concentrate on her and her screw ups.” I said quickly and ferociously. I was pissed.
“You mean your sisters going to steal all the attention and you’re not going to get any?” Lance said slowly sitting up and staring down at me.
“Yes!” I whined. Lance was silent for a few minutes as he looked at me. I watched his facial expressions change from surprise to something along the lines of how he couldn’t believe I’d just agreed with him.
“So did you just sleep with me to get a rise out of your father?” he asked confused and upset.
My mouth fell open in surprise at his response. I hadn’t meant it that way. I hadn’t meant for it to sound that way. I really didn’t use Lance it just…looked like I had. “No, Lance it wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?” he asked getting off the bed and crossing towards the window. As far from me as he could get. I sat up and watched his movements as I stood from the bed as well.
“Lance, it—I was drunk and I didn’t mean—I mean—this is coming out wrong—it wasn’t like that—I wasn’t using you.” I finally stuttered.
“Then what were you doing Gwen?” Lance asked turning back around to face me. “Just getting your kicks with the new brother so daddy gets upset and ends the marriage? What was your little scheme going to entail? Sleeping with all of us Thomas boys? Perhaps I should have left you to George after all.”
“No!” I replied in protest. “It wasn’t like that—it was just—I mean we were only—I thought you understood that—”
“Understood what? Understood that you were using me to get your dads twisted attention?” he replied harshly. “How many other guys do you have that let you treat them this way? Sleep with them for fun and then dispose of them because you don’t want anything further?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked confused and angry at the same time. I couldn’t believe Lance was accusing me of sleeping around. I couldn’t believe Lance was accusing me of anything. And oddly enough it turned me on.
“Gwen—I just—I expected more—I—” Lance tried to explain while making fists towards me. He had a very pained look on his face and seemed to be in deep distress.
“Lance, do you want a relationship with me?” I whispered finally catching on to what he was attempting to say. He sighed and placed his hands on his hips while staring at me.
“Yeah—” he replied “But I don’t think it’s going to work out.”
“Oh,” I muttered deflated after being excited t Lance’s agreement for a second. “Why?”
“Because you’re something else Gwen,” he said with a sigh. “You do something to me, something I’ve never felt before and I doubt I’ll ever feel again, and I don’t want that to end. You know?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. I knew what he was talking about. It was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that somehow I knew being with him was right. Being close to him was right.
“But—”
Great. I knew there would be a but.
“We’re just too different Gwen—I don’t—did you even know I was a virgin before last night?” he asked staring at me. That certainly shocked me quite a bit. My mouth fell into an ‘o’ as I stared at him in surprise. I think I felt myself wanting to vomit. I took Lance’s virginity from him? He was supposed to be the big mean leader of his army not a sweet gentleman. Maybe that meant she had raised her sons right after all. “I mean I’m not the type of guy that goes around and sleeps with a bunch of girls. I’m not the type that has the big dramatic relationships with lots of sex. I just—don’t do it that way.”
“Our parents would flip as well.” I added attempting to move him from the topic of his sexual past. That wasn’t something I wanted to bring up about myself.
We stood in silence for a few minutes as we both got lost in our thoughts. I realized at that time that I didn’t care if we were supposedly related now, nor did I care that my sister was boinking his brother, nor did I care what Gregory and her were doing on their honeymoon, nor did I care what everyone was going to think when I showed up after this with a boyfriend, but I cared that I had that. A boyfriend. And it wasn’t the title either that I cared about. It was Lance.
All the time these past few months when we had constantly teased and bantered each other and done everything possible to avoid each other when possible, I had somehow fallen for his good-guy charm. I couldn’t admit that though.
“Lance—I don’t care.” I said watching his eyes meet mine. He waited for me to continue but I didn’t know if I could. I wasn’t the person who did this. Who admitted what they were feeling.
“Gwen—”
“Please Lance, just understand that I care. I’m not good with words; I’m not good with these words. So please—I don’t care what everyone else thinks—and I’m pretty positive I don’t want anyone else to ever have—um—you—all of you—” I made a circle that indicated his body which put a smile on his face.
“Oh really?” he replied with a grin as his dimples appeared.
“Yeah,” I replied smirking and flashing him my rows of pearly whites.
“Good, because I don’t care either.” He muttered closing the distance between us. He entwined his fingers in my hair and planted a forceful kiss on my lips. I smiled and held onto his hands lightly as I responded to his touch.
“What are we going to do about Benny and Bess?” I asked pulling away from him with a frown on my face.
“That’s not our problem, Gwyneth.” He murmured running his hand through my hair with a smile.
“Good answer, sir Lancelot.” I stopped the conversation as the sheet fell from my body. We moved to the bed and forgot all about our new familiarities. Until Gregory and her caught us. Apparently they hadn’t left for their honeymoon yet.
But that’s a different story entirely…
Fin
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