Page 23 of Lust

Holy shit, Sara was checking me out. But she swiftly snapped out of it with a head shake.

With smug satisfaction, I yanked at her shirt. “Come on, little monster,” I murmured with nothing more to prove. “It’s time for bed. You need rest to properly plot my downfall.”

“You’ll never see it coming.” She yawned.

“Uh-huh.”

She wasn’t surprised when I followed her into the dimly lit bedroom.

“Do you want an Ambien?” Sara and I both struggled with sleep and had prescriptions for sleep medication. She took them on the nights someone got… hurt.

Sara nodded. “On the nightstand.”

I grabbed the pack and popped open a pill. She dutifully held out a hand as I passed it over, along with the glass of water sitting on her nightstand.

“Why areyouup so late? Bad dream?”

I nodded, hauling Sara to bed and pulling the comforter over her.

“What are you doing?” she asked when I climbed in and leaned my back against the headboard.

“Doubt I’ll sleep tonight.”

“So?”

“So, since I’ll be up anyway, I’ll keep an eye on you to ensure you don’t have any more side effects.”

Sara once sleepwalked to our front gate under the influence of these pills. She also had the tendency to talk in her induced state. If she needed help to sleep, I could at least make certain she didn’t have dangerous side effects.

“You are such a freak. Get out.”

“Shh, go to sleep.”

I stroked her hair, which quietened her. She stared blankly but said nothing more. Eventually, her breathing evened out.

Sleep never came for me, just as I knew it wouldn’t. Instead, I stared at Sara’s motionless form.

God, I wanted to touch her… and not like a brother.

I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Then again, why was she created to be so damn irresistible? She was sex served on a platter. Her voice, her smile, her body; everything about her was so tempting. Especially her mouth. The nude-pink lips were slightly parted in her sleep… and God forgive me because I wanted my dick between them.

I chanted in my head that these thoughts had manifested after seeing her with another man. The motherfucker was salivating aftermySara. It was infuriating. I saw the lewd desire in his eyes, and hate had ignited inside me, tearing me up. For once in my life, I wanted a woman’s attention on me, but Sara looked past me to stare athim.

Part of me wanted to wake her to demand answers. How dare she allow him to touch her, to flirt with her, too?

My annoyance ended when she stirred in sleep. I froze, then watched in astonished disbelief as Sara slipped her hands between her legs.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Never in a million years had I anticipated that Sara unconsciously touched herself. Was this an aftereffect of the sleeping pills?

Watching her during such a private moment felt like I’d somehow fuck her up even if she didn’t know. I needed to leave but instead groaned as she aimlessly moved her hands under the comforter. She had this desperate need to get off but could do nothing about it in her state and was practically begging for my assistance.

Please, God, help me.Is this a test? If so, why are you forcing me to fail?