and illness turns us on then, or tonight would suck,” Robbie sarcastically mumbles and steps out of our embrace.
“What do I wear?” I ask from my closet.
“What you always do. Robbie won’t want you too dressed up.”
“Wait here. I need to take a quick shower and change. The hooch is behind the Iliad on the bookshelf. Don’t start without me,” I tease as I breeze out of my bedroom.
“You’re a freak,” I s ay to Robbie when I return. He’s actually reading the Iliad. I can’t make it a paragraph without conking out.
“Holy shit!” Robbie shouts when he sees my clothing choice. He sits up and gawks at me. “Are you trying to kill Auggie?”
“Too much?” I innocently ask.
I stand in front of my floor-length mirror and gaze at myself. The pigtails are back, but I braided them at the nape instead of creating two buns on top. My favorite skin-tight jeans hide the pink panties with lace ruffles adorning the ass. My ribbed tank is light pink with rainbows printed all over it. I pull on my sneakers over top of white socks that have lace trim. I’m pushing the toddler envelope with the socks.
“What’s wrong?” I ask with false innocence. Essie said never to lose the innocence even after I was experienced. I’m still innocent, but I’m proving I can act. It amps up the play. I feel fucking high.
“You know damn well what’s wrong.” Robbie pulls the 99 Blackberries from the shelf and guzzles a mouthful. “Jesus, you really want this, don’t you?” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“And you don’t?” I smirk at how uncomfortable I’m making him.
“Fuck… Cheers to like Brother, like Sister!” Robbie takes another slug. “Good shit.”
“Watch out. It really is ninety-nine proof.” I drink three mouthfuls without coming up for air and hide the bottle behind the snoozefest read.
R obbie gives me a strange look- that I don’t know you look.
I narrow my eyes and say, “I’ve been drinking since I was younger than the twins. I don’t do it often, so don’t get alcoholic intervention disillusions in your head. When you look twelve and hang out with people way older than you, your options are limited. I was coveted as a teammate on drinking games while Essie’s knees got carpet burn.” I try to mask the pain in my voice, but some leaks through anyway.
My body glows as the alcohol flows through my veins. Alright, I’ll admit , I love that feeling. It’s almost as good as taking a toke from a bowl.
“Alright, Robbie, let’s go find some freaks with jailbait fantasies. What’s your appeal for Isis? I’m not saying you’re not um… hot … if you weren’t my brother, but what’s her deal?”
Our eyes meet and flash away. I blush from discomfort, not embarrassment- that’s a first. “I hope you never find out,” Robbie ominously mutters.
We jog down the steps and find Clover chatting up Auggie. I don’t like that hungry look in her eye. I said get laid, not lay with my boss. Auggie takes one look at me and backs up a step. He looks frightened of me, like I’m the anti-Christ. His throat contracts as he takes a swallow- my eyes seek the vein in his neck that is visually pounding. I can almost hear his erratic heartbeat across the room.
Clover scowls at Auggie and gives me a confused look. I blush until my skin prickles and stare at my feet. A throat clearing has me eyes flashing back up and meeting Auggie’s intense green gaze.
“Yeah,” Robbie whispers in my ear. “Look farther south and you’ll know why his face is drained of blood. You’re pushing his control with the rainbows and pigtails, Willow.” Robbie tauntingly chuckles.
Robbie playfully pushes me down the last few steps and I almost fall on my ass. I catch myself with a palm to the floor. Robbie’s maniacal laughter flows down the steps and coils around me. I giggle with him and stand upright, brushing imaginary dirt from my ass.
“Willow, get a grip,” Clove r bitches. “I
“What do I wear?” I ask from my closet.
“What you always do. Robbie won’t want you too dressed up.”
“Wait here. I need to take a quick shower and change. The hooch is behind the Iliad on the bookshelf. Don’t start without me,” I tease as I breeze out of my bedroom.
“You’re a freak,” I s ay to Robbie when I return. He’s actually reading the Iliad. I can’t make it a paragraph without conking out.
“Holy shit!” Robbie shouts when he sees my clothing choice. He sits up and gawks at me. “Are you trying to kill Auggie?”
“Too much?” I innocently ask.
I stand in front of my floor-length mirror and gaze at myself. The pigtails are back, but I braided them at the nape instead of creating two buns on top. My favorite skin-tight jeans hide the pink panties with lace ruffles adorning the ass. My ribbed tank is light pink with rainbows printed all over it. I pull on my sneakers over top of white socks that have lace trim. I’m pushing the toddler envelope with the socks.
“What’s wrong?” I ask with false innocence. Essie said never to lose the innocence even after I was experienced. I’m still innocent, but I’m proving I can act. It amps up the play. I feel fucking high.
“You know damn well what’s wrong.” Robbie pulls the 99 Blackberries from the shelf and guzzles a mouthful. “Jesus, you really want this, don’t you?” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“And you don’t?” I smirk at how uncomfortable I’m making him.
“Fuck… Cheers to like Brother, like Sister!” Robbie takes another slug. “Good shit.”
“Watch out. It really is ninety-nine proof.” I drink three mouthfuls without coming up for air and hide the bottle behind the snoozefest read.
R obbie gives me a strange look- that I don’t know you look.
I narrow my eyes and say, “I’ve been drinking since I was younger than the twins. I don’t do it often, so don’t get alcoholic intervention disillusions in your head. When you look twelve and hang out with people way older than you, your options are limited. I was coveted as a teammate on drinking games while Essie’s knees got carpet burn.” I try to mask the pain in my voice, but some leaks through anyway.
My body glows as the alcohol flows through my veins. Alright, I’ll admit , I love that feeling. It’s almost as good as taking a toke from a bowl.
“Alright, Robbie, let’s go find some freaks with jailbait fantasies. What’s your appeal for Isis? I’m not saying you’re not um… hot … if you weren’t my brother, but what’s her deal?”
Our eyes meet and flash away. I blush from discomfort, not embarrassment- that’s a first. “I hope you never find out,” Robbie ominously mutters.
We jog down the steps and find Clover chatting up Auggie. I don’t like that hungry look in her eye. I said get laid, not lay with my boss. Auggie takes one look at me and backs up a step. He looks frightened of me, like I’m the anti-Christ. His throat contracts as he takes a swallow- my eyes seek the vein in his neck that is visually pounding. I can almost hear his erratic heartbeat across the room.
Clover scowls at Auggie and gives me a confused look. I blush until my skin prickles and stare at my feet. A throat clearing has me eyes flashing back up and meeting Auggie’s intense green gaze.
“Yeah,” Robbie whispers in my ear. “Look farther south and you’ll know why his face is drained of blood. You’re pushing his control with the rainbows and pigtails, Willow.” Robbie tauntingly chuckles.
Robbie playfully pushes me down the last few steps and I almost fall on my ass. I catch myself with a palm to the floor. Robbie’s maniacal laughter flows down the steps and coils around me. I giggle with him and stand upright, brushing imaginary dirt from my ass.
“Willow, get a grip,” Clove r bitches. “I
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