I opened my eyes, still walking with her although she didn’t know.
It was annoying, the loss of equilibrium when I closed my eyes, but I was sure it was far scarier than I realized. I would never know what it was like to be her, because I could always open my eyes.
“Where is he?” someone breathed out. “He wanted to watch this, didn’t he?”
“I don’t know if—” Arion’s voice turned muffled, like she was being kissed, and I darted my eyes up to see her and Marko ahead of us, between two trees.
He bent Arion over just slightly and squeezed her tits. On the other side of the hedges, Winter had stopped, her body unmoving as she no doubt heard what I heard.
“Take off your top,” I heard Marko order, but I wasn’t looking at him. I lingered back, finding a glimpse of Winter’s face through the leaves and watching the unreadable look on her face.
It was a mixture of curiosity and fear, but I wasn’t sure which one she felt more of. How long would she stay?
“So glad I didn’t bring Abby tonight,” Marko said. “I needed to get off on something new.”
Arion whimpered and moans filled the air around us, and I saw Winter’s mouth drop open a little like she was about to run for the hills or break out in a laugh.
“We have to hurry. I don’t want to get caught.”
“Lick me,” Marko told her. “Get me hard, Ari.”
Winter’s eyes widened, probably realizing it was her sister, and then I heard a zipper...
“Ah, yeah,” Marko groaned. “Fuck. Swallow that shit, baby. Nice and deep.”
Winter’s jaw clenched, and she stalked off a few steps and then broke into a run, back to the house.
I quirked a smile. Well, well, well…
I slipped through an opening in the hedges, pulled up my hood, and followed her slowly as she headed back up to the dark, empty house, away from the noise and crowd of the party.
She scared easily.
Oh, good.
Winter
Seven Years Ago
I shivered, swallowing the bad taste in my mouth. What the hell was she doing?
I rushed up the hedge line to the bricks, turned right, my hand grazing the bushes at my thighs, and then turned left, running up to the back door. I twisted the handle, pushed through, and slammed it behind me, locking it.
Bile rose in my throat. Why would my sister do that? And at a party and in the woods? Jesus.
I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. She hadn’t mentioned him since I’d returned home. What the hell?
I brought my hand up to my mouth, still freaked out by what I’d heard.
Did that happen a lot? Would other people be going at it on our lawn all night? I gagged, a little grossed out.
Maybe if I’d been here the past five years, in an average environment, it wouldn’t have been such a shock, but damn. Outside of movies and YouTube and the occasional late-night convo with my friends in our dorm in Montreal, I’d never witnessed anything close to that. It didn’t sound very…like romantic or anything.
Hope she had the good sense to be safe, at least.
Walking through the kitchen, I trailed down the hall, around the bannister, and up the stairs. The music still pounded outside, but it was a distant and dull thrumming now, and while I had kind of wanted to stay at the party, I’d already decided to leave even before I’d heard Arion and her boyfriend going at it in the brush.
Embarrassment rose to my cheeks, remembering the guy that came up to me a few minutes ago. You’re a little visible through your shirt, he’d stuttered in my ear.