12. No, seriously, what the fuck did I get myself in to?
Chapter 12
No, seriously, what the fuck did I get myself in to?
Luca
M arco takes me on a tour of the house. The in-ground, salt-water pool out back is heated. And the hot tub next to it is calling my name.
There’s a large gym on the first floor, a game room and theater—complete with huge reclining chairs and a popcorn machine—on the second floor, and a bowling alley and gun range with an armory in the basement. The third floor is mostly large bedrooms with en suite bathrooms. The Reno DeVilles live well, but holy shit. I’ve never seen anything like this place in real life.
When we reach the wing of the house where the girls live, we find Mia coming out of the spare room on the same side of the hallway as the bedroom Ariana doesn’t sleep in. “Oh, there you two are. Luca, I moved your things in here.”
My heart speeds up a bit, knowing I’ll be that close to Ariana. “Okay. Uh, thanks. I could have done that.”
“I’m capable of lugging a couple bags down the hall. You’ll probably be more comfortable over on this side of the house than on ours. These rooms are bigger than the guest room you slept in last night.” She moves into the living room, and we follow. “Up until a few years ago, the girls were near us, but they begged for some privacy and independence, so we remodeled a bit. We thought these two extra rooms would get used by friends once in a while, which has never happened. They painted and decorated it all themselves.”
I haven’t spent a ton of time with the girls, but this large living space feels like them. The walls are painted a bright peach. A big window lets in natural light and has a comfy-looking window seat under it. There’s an oversized sectional couch in the middle of the room, covered in blankets and throw pillows. A ridiculously big flat-screen TV is mounted on the wall with a shelf of gaming systems under it. Bookshelves line an entire wall. A couple of Kindles are on the coffee table next to notebooks and empty to-go coffee cups. My face softens as I look around this happy place. This happy home filled with a happy family. And I try to fight the jealousy I feel bubble up.
Marco claps me on the back, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Luca, I hope you sleep like the dead.”
Before I can question that statement, I hear Ariana’s voice through the closed door of Lil’s room. “Lil! Where the fuck is my towel?”
“Um, well, I forgot mine this morning and so I used yours and tossed it in the hamper. Go me, I cleaned up after myself,” Lil yells back.
“Cool story, bro. I’ll just stand here in the shower and fucking air dry.”
“I wonder how long that would take…”
Ariana lets out a big ass growl. “Get. Me. A. Towel. Lilith. May. DeVille!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m working on it!”
I look at a grinning Mia and scowl. “Really? Are they like this all the time? ”
“No, not all the time. Sometimes, they’re sleeping. They’re usually quieter then. There’s a reason we put them on the opposite side of the house,” she smirks.
Great. I’m going to be hearing them yelling their full names at each other all the damn time. Which brings to mind another question. “Do they seriously have rhyming middle names?”
Mia smiles softly. “They didn’t always. When we brought Ari home to live with us, she didn’t know hers. She asked Lil to give her a new one, and Lil was adamant they rhyme.” She and Marco walk away, hand in hand, leaving me to settle in… and process that bit of information.
Like the house, my new bedroom is huge. A king-sized bed sits on one side of the room, and the other side is set up like an office, with a desk and chair, a bookcase, and a loveseat. The walk-in closet alone is almost as big as my room back home. In the bathroom, there’s a huge glass shower with a bunch of shower heads and an oversized soaking tub that looks more like a kiddie pool than a bathtub.
I unpack, putting my clothes and bathroom stuff away, which takes all of five minutes. I didn’t bring much. I don’t really own much. I don’t have hobbies or collections. I didn’t pack my Playstation and don’t give a shit about the box of trophies in my old closet from all the team sports I played. Looking around the room, it feels empty.
The girls start harassing me every couple of minutes about sitting in my room ‘doing nothing’ instead of coming out to watch the movie they put on. When yelling at me from the living room doesn’t work, they text me in a group chat.
Lil
Luca, come on. It’s a good movie and we don’t bite.
Ariana
She’s lying.
She bit me.
Twice.
Lil
OMG I was 6 the first time
And the 2nd?
Ariana
Drunk as a *skunk emoji*
Lil
OK im not 6 or drunk now, so you’re safe
Ariana
You could be a zombie
Or a vampire.
Or a werewolf.
Or a shark shifter.
Lil
*eye roll emoji*
I’m wondering what the fuck a shark shifter is when I hear a thump and squeal from the other room.
What was that?
Lil
I hit her with a pillow
Ariana
Luca, your cousin is a jerk
Is that news to you?
Ariana
Legit, I had no idea. I’m in shock right now.
Positively shook.
Lil
come ooooonnnnnnn and watch a movie with uuuuuussssss
I’m really not doing anything besides marinating in my misery, but I’m used to being alone. I finally join them, though, because they won’t leave me the fuck alone, and I need the memes and gifs to stop. The two of them have texted me more in one hour than everyone else combined over the last few years.
They run their own commentary throughout the whole damn movie. I can hardly hear any of the actual lines.
And I almost enjoy myself.
When the movie ends, Ariana checks her phone and yelps. “Shit, we have to go to bed. If Mom comes over this way and finds us up after she instituted this whole ‘lights out’ thing, we’re dead. Well, not dead. Because she likes us and shit. But we’re something, and I don’t want to find out what.” She tosses her blanket over Lil’s head and stands up, stretching. My cock twitches as she arches her back, and her tits push out against her shirt.
Lil drags the blanket off and tosses it onto the couch. “FYI, we have to leave by 8:25,” she says as she heads down the hall.
“Gross.” I’m usually done in the gym by then but still.
“Yup!” Lil calls back before walking into her room.
Ariana turns to me, and I’m glad I’m still wearing jeans. They hide the growing erection a hell of a lot better than the sweatpants I was going to change into. “Luca, feel free to stay out here since you don’t have a bedtime,” she says with a smirk. Then she winks at me .
She. Fucking. Winks. At. Me. My zipper feels like it’s going to bust. She follows Lil and closes the door behind her.
My cock is still hard when I undress in my bathroom. As I stand under the water, I try to force Ariana from my mind, but nothing works. I keep hearing her voice saying my name. Imagining what her curves would feel like pressed up against me. Seeing her stretch and wink. Damn, that wink. I’m so hard it hurts. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I begin stroking it while Ariana’s wink plays in my head over and over. I imagine it’s her hand moving up and down my hard dick, spreading the pre-cum around the tip. It’s not long before there’s a tingle in the base of my spine. Unable to stop myself, I call out Ariana’s name quietly as I come so hard I see stars. That’s never happened before when I’ve jerked myself off.
And when I fall into bed a few minutes later, that wink is still playing in my mind.