Huh?
An eager cheerful worker commented and gushed as she stood up and added some sass as she put her hand on her hip. “Why don’t you two visit the love zone over there. In fact, here’s a pass. It’s on me. I just love seeing people in love. Tootles!”
Uh....
I didn’t even want to turn to see his face. My face was beet red.
But much to my surprise he answered, “I hear there’s free drinks in there. I don’t think they’ll ID us. What do ya say we just check it out?”
Funny how he didn’t’ even address anything.
Stupid, stupid, stupid feelings! I was the sicko in here! Dammit. I tried to once again to dismiss the way I dampened down there at the thought of him touching me, his lips on my lips, his gentle touch exploring all of me.
What is wrong with me? He’s my step brother!
Yeah, exactly. He’s not blood brother.
Yeah, but I’ve known him this way for six years! We’ve lived with each other under the same roof!
Goodness! I was having a battle with my ego.
I argued with myself as we made it into the more erotic section of Comcon.
We handed a sexily dressed woman our passes. She looked like a sexed up version of Ivy. “Here you go my brave daring darlings.” She articulated every word as she handed us two drinks.
We cheered each other as the drifting mysterious fog lifted off the glasses. It was a brief yet pivotal moment beneath the costumes, with the backdrop of fantasy where our eyes held a knowing. A small moment undetected by another, but my heart knew he knew. I felt it. The knowing quickly shifted to laughter; we couldn’t help but to laugh at what was happening and the erotic crazy sites all around us. There were women pretty much naked but had their costumes painted on across their bodies. Some were painted with cheetah prints costumes, a solid orange-tan base coat with black circles. You could almost see everything, as in everything, but the strategic painting placement teased the eye making the observer wondering, “Did I really see what I think I saw?”
I stole a side glance at Kyle and I could tell he was enjoying it all. I couldn’t help but scan below his waist to see if was also enjoying what he saw down stairs. If he was aroused.
Shit.
Stop it, Kelly!
“This is one fucking crazy area! Are you sure you want—” I was trying to ask him if he really wanted to keep walking through this section when I was interrupted.
“Hiiiii.....handsome. What’s yooooooour name?” A regal woman with an 1800s hair do, dressed in a super slutty saloon outfit with stockings and heels grabbed him towards her.
I really liked her outfit. It was killer!
“Where are you headed? Going somewhere?” Her eyes made a dash towards his tightening pants and I couldn’t help but to laugh.
“Uhhhh...Ke...Kelly.” He cleared his throat.
“Yes?”
“Come on....”
“Awwww you’re no fun!” The saloon slut confessed.
He grabbed my arm and led me away.
Finally, his breath was on my ear and his voice made me jump.
“What do you say let’s get out of here?”
“Sure!”
Finally we found an exit and I could tell he wanted to breathe and get fresh air. His arm went across his suit as if to hide himself and I felt bad for him. He looked pretty uncomfortable under that bat suit.
“Do you want some fresh air?” I asked him.
“Actually, if it’s okay with you. I think I’m done here. I know it’s your birthday and all...”
“Don’t be silly! We’ve been here for three hours! We can come back tomorrow. Actually, I’m pretty beat myself. This week was a killer at school.”
“Tell me about it. In and out burger and then The Walking Dead marathon?” He suggested.
“Puuuuuurf!”
We zoomed to the best burger joint in the world in our outfits. Come to think of it, we looked pretty silly but everyone else thought we looked super cool! Either that or it was L.A. and they were used to the abnorm weirdos like us!
We made our way back to the empty mansion. Mom and Rick were out at some fancy shamncy event. Claire was at a friend’s house. But truth be told, if one was home, it would be hard to find them in the 15,000 square feet pristine white estate, a.k.a, Grace Castle.
We made our way to the theater and brought our extra fries and burgers for later on in the night when we’d get hungry around 2 am and want a snack.
“Ummm...wanna change?”
“Definitely Batman.”
“Okay, well don’t take too long. First one back gets the extra fries when we get hungry again.”
“Deal.”
We both ran up the stairs and down the hallway, each laughing as we made our way to our separate rooms. But as I undressed from the tight fabric, it was hard to get it off my body. My breasts were begging for freedom! Alas there I stood in my black lace bra and panties. My curvy petite body felt a fresh breath of air. I looked at myself in my mirror and lightly ran my fingers over my plump breasts thinking about how nice it would feel to be touched.