XXVII
Gemini
I ’ve barely finished reading Virgo’s text message before I’m Facetiming her.
She answers almost instantly, but her camera is off. “Before you say anything, I’m fifteen, not five, Gem. No one my age ever goes to the Keyingham’s, and it’s boring. I’m staying home.”
“Bullshit. The Harpers will be there, which means Shelby will—”
“Shelby is spending Thanksgiving in the Maldives.”
“Well, the Windsors will be there. Their youngest—”
“Is a dick.”
To be fair, as much as I love my sister, she is six years younger, and when we’re at the Keyingham Lodge, Syn, Royal and I tend to keep away from everyone else as much as we can. Or at least, Royal and I do. For the past couple of years, Syn’s been forced to interact with all of his father’s guests.
Either way, I avoid anyone who isn’t in college yet. But the eldest Windsor is like an ice sculpture—beautiful to look at, but nothing going on inside. And if that winning combination wasn’t enough, she’s also engaged to Preston du Penis.
“Virg, put the camera on.”
Like if I’ve asked her to pirouette on a penny, Virgo lets out an irritated sigh. Then she turns on the camera.
“Oh, I see exactly why you don’t want to come.”
Until she turned fifteen earlier this year, my sister was girly. She loved dresses, and mostly, they were pink. Then one day, she turned into a goth e-girl. Dresses were swapped for skirts and braces, pink turned into black, and I’ve watched her put on her makeup to know she’s not using one of those eye pencil things to color in her eyelids, and blacks and grays dominate her makeup bag.
Personally, I don’t give a shit what she wears. But this whole style is something I’m convinced she’s doing because it pisses off Eric and Elena.
Today, Virgo’s hair is white.
Not the bleached-blonde that still has a yellow tinge to it, but white, like snow.
Virgo narrows her eyes. “It’s got nothing to do with the color of my hair. I told you—it’s boring as fuck. We live in New York, and we’ve never watched the parade.”
If Virgo really wanted to piss Eric and Elena off, turning up at the Keyinghams with hair like that is a surefire way to get the reaction, so maybe it’s not the reason she wants to stay behind. But the parade?
“Then I’ll come home, and we can go watch it together.”
She rolls her eyes, but not before I see the fear flicker through them. “Go to Pennsylvania, and to the Man Hunt Meat thing. I’m fine by myself.”
I lean forward, resting my elbow on my desk as I stare at Virgo. “Who is he?”
“There is no he , Gemini,” she says with a clipped tone. “You made sure of that.”
She ends the call before I can say anything else, and when I try to call her back, I get sent straight to voicemail.
“Damn straight I did,” I mutter, letting my phone fall the short distance to the desk. Anyone who makes my sister call me for help won’t have a life worth living once I’m done with them, and the last guy is no exception.
The idea of heading to the city instead of the country crosses my mind, but despite my suggestion, I dismiss the idea. Virgo’s not even close to reckless like I am, and I trust her enough to call me if there is a problem.
But I do pick my phone up to send a message to Syn.
Gemini : Not coming. Virgo’s skipping, so I’m telling Eric I’m staying with her.
Syn reads the message but doesn’t respond. I send a message to Eric saying something similar, then turn off my phone.
The question I have to answer now, is where do I go? I can’t cook, and I’m not dealing with the dining hall. A hotel in the city seems like an obvious choice…
I leave my room, figuring I’ll make my decision when I get to my car, but the door to one of the spare rooms is open. Syn and Royal left this morning. Did Tori stay behind?
Does she even know how to cook?
Slipping the keys into my pocket, I head over to the bedroom, curious what Tori is doing in there. As I walk in, both she and Royal appear from the attic.
“What are you doing here?” My question is directed to Royal.
“What about you?” he asks instead of answering my question.
I shrug. “Virgo decided we’re not going.”
“Basketball practice.” He sets a battered silver suitcase down beside him before shutting the door to the attic. “Plus, I figured someone needs to keep an eye on Tori.”
“So, why are you here?” I ask the blue haired girl. “Did Grandmother Bergmann refuse to let you in her castle? Or did Penny rescind her invitation after you made her clean the church with you?”
Tori’s eyes go wide. There are cameras all over the church—which I know she’s aware of—but it amuses me that she doesn’t think I’d watch.
I’m always watching.
“He didn’t say she couldn’t help.”
“Do you think he needs to?” I ask.
As Tori’s eyes grow wider, Royal places his hand on her shoulder. “Relax. He doesn’t know, and he won’t care.”
Naughty, naughty, Royal…
Maybe he will care, maybe he won’t. But what Syn will care about is what I’ve suspected for a while now…
Royal’s catching feelings.
Tori reaches for her case and starts to wheel it towards the door, stopping in front of me when I don’t move. She looks up at me. “I’m going to my room.”
“Here, let me,” Royal says hurrying over to take the case from her.
He looks at me, then I grin and step aside.
Maybe I will stay here…
I linger behind them, watching as Tori heads for the stairs. Royal starts to follow but stops in the middle of the landing. “Where are you going?” he asks her.
Tori glances over her shoulder. “My room.”
Royal gestures vaguely towards a few doors causing Tori to make a noise somewhere between a laugh and a snort.
“In the basement. Where it’s always been.”
Leaning to the side, I focus my attention on Royal. Surprise. Apparently, he didn’t realize Syn still had Tori down in the basement.
I’m aware. I go down there almost nightly.
Royal turns his head sharply towards me. “He’s still got her down there?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Pick a room,” Royal growls at Tori.
Tori’s eyes dart about, and I have a feeling she’s waiting for Syn to jump out from somewhere. When that doesn’t happen, she points back to the room we’d just been in. One tucked safely between mine and Royal’s.
Royal turns, dragging the suitcase like the thing lost its wheels years ago. He storms straight past me, back into the room we’d just left, waiting for Tori to follow him.
Yeah, I’m definitely not checking into a hotel.
For a while, I toyed with the idea of telling Syn what was happening. Not through loyalty to Syn, or ill intent towards Royal, but because the idea of unleashing that chaos tickled me. Right underneath my ribs, like someone was brushing my insides with a feather.
But doing so would probably have Syn here in the blink of an eye, and that could put a stop to even more fun times…
I’m playing a game, and my opponent is Tori.
The more time that passes, the more heavily she’s started to sleep. Challenging me.
I’ve learned to read her as she sleeps. When she’s completely out, when she’s waking, when she’s dreaming… And now, I’m learning what will wake her.
If I take it slow, I can get her pajama shorts off down her legs without even waking her. I can get them back up, too. Gentle pressure can make her spread her legs, and she gives me full access to her cunt.
Last week, I was going to see how many fingers I could get in her before she woke, but ever since Syn’s game of Hide and go Fuck, she’s not been in her bed to try.
Now, not only is her bedroom easier to access, but she has a bed. And on a bed, she’s a few feet off the floor. And that could make the odds fall more in my favor.
Of course, now she’s upstairs, and while Syn’s away, Royal could also be making his move. The idea of Royal lying beside her as I fuck her has my cock leaping to attention, eager to accept the new challenge.
Without waiting for the game I’m playing to end, I quit, hang up my headset, and head straight to her room. The house is silent as I gently push open the door and step inside. With the light of my phone’s light, I sweep the beam towards the bed.
I don’t know if I’m disappointed or not when I find her sleeping alone.
Tori lets out a soft sigh, rolling from her side onto her back.
That’s her sign that she’s ready for me.
After shutting the door behind me, I move past her bed to the window where I gently tug them open so the campus security lights illuminate the room just enough that I can turn the phone’s flashlight off.
My eyes quickly adjust, and I move over towards her. From the foot of the bed, I pull the blankets free then carefully slide them to the side, exposing her from the waist down.
Less care is needed to pull her shorts down, but that’s because I know she’s waiting for this as much as I am. There’s an urge to take them with me, like a trophy, but there’s something already more satisfying about the idea of putting them back on and leaving without her ever knowing I’ve claimed her.
Instead, I sniff them, making my cock pulse so hard that I stick my hands into my pants to stroke it reassuringly. Then, I put the shorts to one side, release my cock, and turn my attention to Tori’s cunt.
I run my fingers through her pubes. She’s got hair, though she clearly grooms. Others have strong opinions about no hair, but I like it. To each their own and all, but I prefer a healthy garden to a children’s play park.
Can’t say I wouldn’t be happier if the carpet matched the curtains though. Maybe I can get her to dye her pubes before I use the ears and tail?
She lets out the softest sigh, but it’s enough to bring my attention to my fantasy in front of me, and not the one in my head. That’s a challenge for another day.
A little pressure by her knees has her parting her legs for me. Slowly, I extend my fingers to follow the curve of her cunt, between her slit.
She’s damp, like she knew I was coming, but not wet enough for me to take her without her feeling it. While she’d like that bite of pain, I’m almost certain that’s the line I’d cross between her staying asleep and her waking.
Not tonight.
Leaning forward, I spit a healthy dollop of saliva over her cunt and my fingers, using it to slide with ease over her clit. As I move my fingers back and forth, experimenting with the pressure I use, my eyes are locked onto her face.
Tori’s attractive. She’s got a look that’s good now, but when she hits her mid-thirties, that’s when you’ll really see her beauty peak. Not that I have a type.
Not a physical one, anyway.
I want someone who isn’t afraid to explore their dark side, and bonus points if their kinks line up with mine. I never thought they were that extreme, but there’s a surprising number of girls—and guys—who get freaked out at the sight of a few toys.
Tori is different. She's not afraid of the dark. How could she be when she blackmailed Sinclair Keyingham into letting her take the initiation to join the Elite? Considering it’s no secret how much he hates her and her brother, and she has zero chance of succeeding, if that doesn’t make her a little crazy, it certainly makes her a masochist.
Exactly my type.
Look at her now: lying there with her legs spread, inviting me and my dick inside. The artificial light peeking in through the curtains does little more than cast everything with a gray hue, but from the way Tori is breathing, and letting out an occasional whimper, I know her cheeks are growing pink.
My fingers are slick from her juices. She wants this as much as I do.
Fuck.
I forgot the fucking condom.
That's fine. I bet I can still give her an orgasm without her waking up.
Keeping my gaze on her face, I adjust my angle. With one hand seeing to her clit, I use my other to fuck her. One finger, then a second, then a third… Just when I'm wondering if she'd let me get my whole hand in there, I feel her pussy clench around me.
Although I stop playing with her clit, I keep my fingers buried deep inside her as she comes over them. Instead, I wrap my hand around my cock, imagining it's her hot, tight cunt as I jerk off.
The noise I make as I come into my hand seems loud when the only other sound in the room is the heavy—but slowing—breathing coming from Tori. She doesn't wake.
I remove my fingers from her, briefly enjoying how they glisten, before I slowly stick them between my lips. With her taste filling my mouth, I stand, letting my pants fall to the ground, then I move closer to her face.
A condom would have stopped me fully claiming her, but not this way.
With my thumb, I smear my handmade marker over my fingers, then slowly, gently, rub her lips until she parts them for me.
I smile as she starts to suck.