Page 108 of All of You

“Why are you guys back so early?” I blurt out like the foolish idiot that I am.

Mom raises a brow at me. Delia jabs a finger into my ribs discreetly. “About thirty minutes into dinner half the congregation started…getting sick to their stomach. We weren’t about to linger. Delia, your Mum was dropping Gramps off and then coming to pick you up. She should be here shortly.”

Delia nods and smiles politely. “Ok. Thanks. Sorry your dinner was a bust.”

“Hmm, yeah, I’m not so sure it really was,” Mom says knowingly, and backs out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Delia looks at me.

“She totally knows something was up.” I drop my head to her shoulder. I almost want to cry I’m so embarrassed but more, I’m desperately turned on, horny and cock blocked by my baby brother and mother.

“I think Anderson is actually a demon child.” I nip at her neck.

Delia giggles and pushes me to the bed. “He’s just a kid who loves his big brother and me. But he definitely has absolute shit timing.”

She lays back, tucking her hands under her head and sighs. “We need a place where there are no adults or chance of adults.” A little groan escapes her as I rub her thigh. I like her in my sweats and hoodie. “And soon.” She rolls to face me. “I don’t want to wait. I don’t think I can wait.”

Her hand slides from my waist, down my belly to the waistband of my pants. Then lower. I could combust or scream in frustration or let her rub until I blow my load in my pants—hey at least the condom would contain the mess—but I do none of those things.

I pull her on top of me and kiss her senseless until the doorbell rings and I hear her mom and mine yell upstairs for us.

Fifty Four

Delia

Winter reached out its bony white fingers last night and left four inches of snow. I hate winter’s ice-cold grip.

But there’s no school and I don’t have any immediate need to get out of my cozy bed. The bed is warm and soft like a cloud. I snake my arm from under the blankets and snag my phone from the nightstand before pulling the blankets up and over my head providing a cocoon of warmth around me.

I breathe in the smell of the detergent Gramps uses on the sheets and I close my eyes. The sound of the snowplow at the street pulls me back to consciousness. I groan and see that I have a new text message. I hope it’s from Langdon. But when I look at the screen, I see it’s from Miles.

“What’re you doing?” asks the text.

“Sleeping” I reply, sending him my middle finger as a symbol of my annoyance.

His response is quick. “Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to go sledding.”

I mock glare at my phone. “No,” I text.

“Alright. Well, Lyra and I are going sledding.” he replies with a wonky eyed smiley face. “See you soon!”

I groan, not wanting to leave my bubble of warmth. My bed hot pocket. “See you later” I reply with a grumble.

Then I see another text from Langdon.

“Missing you,” the message says.

I smile and reply, “Miss you, too” with a heart tacked on at the end.

“Whatcha doin’?” he texts. I grin.

“Sledding. We’ll pick you up on the way.”

“I don’t sled. I’m too old for that.”

“Pretty please. For me?” I respond.

“You kill me.” He sends a grimace emoji.