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Story: Through the Flames
I sucked gently, enjoying the taste of the sweet cream on my tongue. I took a chance and opened my eyes. I could feel my pants getting wet from the clear desire in his eyes.
There was something else in his eyes that day that I don’t usually see in his eyes. We only went over the edge when we took these few extra steps.
Carter and I never talk about these things, and I don’t think we ever will, but I know there’s something between us. I can just tell.
I can tell when he looks at me and when he tries to hide it. I mean, I’m not very brave either, but still. I just wanted us to stop messing around all the time.
But I didn’t have time to think about all that because he pushed his finger deeper into my mouth and held my neck lightly with his other hand.
I don’t know what I did, but I think I dropped the pie on the couch next to us. I was too busy sucking on Carter’s finger and thinking it was something else. Something longer and, judging by the way things felt under me, a lot thicker.
I knew that he was only this brave because he was drunk, but I didn’t listen to that part because Carter was finally touching me the way I wanted him to.
I knew that the moment wouldn’t last long. I also knew that we would never talk about it.
But the moment… That moment was all I needed.
******
“C’mon chubs! You’re doing great,” Amaya cheered, looking like she was having the best time ever. Even though she does this every time we go to the gym, I could only compare her happiness to that of a child playing on a monkey bar for the first time.
I finished the last pull-up and then fell to the floor, being careful to hold on to Amaya’s body, which was still wrapped around mine.
She clapped her hands in happiness and praised me for doing twenty pull-ups with an extra hundred and twenty pounds on me.
I walked over to the bench and got a drink of water for both of us.
“I don’t even know why you come to the gym, Amaya,” I said to her as she drank the water and held the bottle with both hands. “You don’t work out.”
“Oh darling,” she said with a dramatic sigh as she put the cap back on her water bottle. “Don’t you know that the only reason I come here is to watch you work out?”
I laughed at how strange she was when she wiggled her eyebrows. I wondered why I even try sometimes.
“Maybe it’ll do you some good if you actually work out while you’re at the gym,” I said as I drank some water. I sat on the bench, and Amaya moved around on my lap.
“But I do work out,” she said with a defiant tone. “I do everything you do.”
“Yeah, holding on to my body.”
She made a little stink face at me, and I smiled back, sticking my tongue out at her.
I joked, “I think the real reason you like to go to the gym is to show off your athletic clothes.”
As soon as I said the words, I regretted them because I knew I had trapped myself. My eyes went right to the short, grey tights, and believe me, they don’t call them tights for nothing.
I don’t know why I keep hurting myself like this.
After about thirty minutes, I was done with my workout and we went back to our flat. The gym was definitely one of the best things about this building.
I took a shower in our bedroom, and Amaya took a shower in what was supposed to be her room but is now Tessa’s room for a short time.
I love my sister and want to keep her safe, but wow, that kid was a pain. Living with Amaya was scary enough, but now I have both of them with me. I’m buying more candy, groceries, tampons, and clothes than I ever have in my life and probably ever will. The two of them together are what I call an average height recipe for disaster.
The worst part is that Tessa never lets me have a moment of peace with Amaya.
I’m not calling her a cockblock because the c**k in question wasn’t going anywhere. I’m calling her a pest who wiggles her eyebrows, comments at the wrong time, and doesn’t give you privacy.
Thank goodness she was working today. She’ll be home later unless she decides to go out with friends again. Tessa was definitely in her party girl phase, which made me more anxious than I’d like to admit.
On the one hand, I had my little sister Tessa, who was determined to make the most of her twenties.
Next, I had Amaya.
Tessa wanted to do everything and anything she could think of. Amaya wanted to do everything and anything she could think of, as long as I was there with her.
Don’t get me wrong; I wanted to see the world with Amaya by my side, too. But I didn’t want her to think she couldn’t do anything without me.
She was smart, talented, and pretty. The world was hers for the taking, and she needed to know that.
I know her therapist has been working hard on that, but Amaya could be as stubborn as a bull.
Amaya seems to think that being independent means living without me. She doesn’t seem to understand that the only way I’ll leave her life is if she grabs me by the ear and throws me out.
I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’m going to keep trying to help her understand that she can be independent and still have me in her life.
I took a shower before Amaya (shocker) and then waited for her in our bedroom. I saw one of the framed pictures of us on the bedside drawer and picked it up with a smile on my face.
It was a picture of us from our trip to Spain a few weeks ago.
We have travelled twice since Amaya came to live with me. I took her to the Maldives for her nineteenth birthday and then to Spain for her twentieth birthday as a surprise.
I want Amaya to see the world and discover its magic. She deserved it, and it was my job to make sure she got it.
She came in a little later, right after I had put the picture back where it belonged. She was wearing a grey cropped hoodie and grey shorts.
*********
I was getting better at not looking at Amaya like a piece of meat, but sometimes she made it very hard.
No pun intended.
She threw herself on the bed and said, “Cartie, come put lotion on my legs.”
I was going through a mission shutdown on the inside, and I could hear the alarm bells ringing in my head. On the outside, I looked like the poster boy for calm.
I can feel the start of a bad idea coming on again.
There was something else in his eyes that day that I don’t usually see in his eyes. We only went over the edge when we took these few extra steps.
Carter and I never talk about these things, and I don’t think we ever will, but I know there’s something between us. I can just tell.
I can tell when he looks at me and when he tries to hide it. I mean, I’m not very brave either, but still. I just wanted us to stop messing around all the time.
But I didn’t have time to think about all that because he pushed his finger deeper into my mouth and held my neck lightly with his other hand.
I don’t know what I did, but I think I dropped the pie on the couch next to us. I was too busy sucking on Carter’s finger and thinking it was something else. Something longer and, judging by the way things felt under me, a lot thicker.
I knew that he was only this brave because he was drunk, but I didn’t listen to that part because Carter was finally touching me the way I wanted him to.
I knew that the moment wouldn’t last long. I also knew that we would never talk about it.
But the moment… That moment was all I needed.
******
“C’mon chubs! You’re doing great,” Amaya cheered, looking like she was having the best time ever. Even though she does this every time we go to the gym, I could only compare her happiness to that of a child playing on a monkey bar for the first time.
I finished the last pull-up and then fell to the floor, being careful to hold on to Amaya’s body, which was still wrapped around mine.
She clapped her hands in happiness and praised me for doing twenty pull-ups with an extra hundred and twenty pounds on me.
I walked over to the bench and got a drink of water for both of us.
“I don’t even know why you come to the gym, Amaya,” I said to her as she drank the water and held the bottle with both hands. “You don’t work out.”
“Oh darling,” she said with a dramatic sigh as she put the cap back on her water bottle. “Don’t you know that the only reason I come here is to watch you work out?”
I laughed at how strange she was when she wiggled her eyebrows. I wondered why I even try sometimes.
“Maybe it’ll do you some good if you actually work out while you’re at the gym,” I said as I drank some water. I sat on the bench, and Amaya moved around on my lap.
“But I do work out,” she said with a defiant tone. “I do everything you do.”
“Yeah, holding on to my body.”
She made a little stink face at me, and I smiled back, sticking my tongue out at her.
I joked, “I think the real reason you like to go to the gym is to show off your athletic clothes.”
As soon as I said the words, I regretted them because I knew I had trapped myself. My eyes went right to the short, grey tights, and believe me, they don’t call them tights for nothing.
I don’t know why I keep hurting myself like this.
After about thirty minutes, I was done with my workout and we went back to our flat. The gym was definitely one of the best things about this building.
I took a shower in our bedroom, and Amaya took a shower in what was supposed to be her room but is now Tessa’s room for a short time.
I love my sister and want to keep her safe, but wow, that kid was a pain. Living with Amaya was scary enough, but now I have both of them with me. I’m buying more candy, groceries, tampons, and clothes than I ever have in my life and probably ever will. The two of them together are what I call an average height recipe for disaster.
The worst part is that Tessa never lets me have a moment of peace with Amaya.
I’m not calling her a cockblock because the c**k in question wasn’t going anywhere. I’m calling her a pest who wiggles her eyebrows, comments at the wrong time, and doesn’t give you privacy.
Thank goodness she was working today. She’ll be home later unless she decides to go out with friends again. Tessa was definitely in her party girl phase, which made me more anxious than I’d like to admit.
On the one hand, I had my little sister Tessa, who was determined to make the most of her twenties.
Next, I had Amaya.
Tessa wanted to do everything and anything she could think of. Amaya wanted to do everything and anything she could think of, as long as I was there with her.
Don’t get me wrong; I wanted to see the world with Amaya by my side, too. But I didn’t want her to think she couldn’t do anything without me.
She was smart, talented, and pretty. The world was hers for the taking, and she needed to know that.
I know her therapist has been working hard on that, but Amaya could be as stubborn as a bull.
Amaya seems to think that being independent means living without me. She doesn’t seem to understand that the only way I’ll leave her life is if she grabs me by the ear and throws me out.
I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’m going to keep trying to help her understand that she can be independent and still have me in her life.
I took a shower before Amaya (shocker) and then waited for her in our bedroom. I saw one of the framed pictures of us on the bedside drawer and picked it up with a smile on my face.
It was a picture of us from our trip to Spain a few weeks ago.
We have travelled twice since Amaya came to live with me. I took her to the Maldives for her nineteenth birthday and then to Spain for her twentieth birthday as a surprise.
I want Amaya to see the world and discover its magic. She deserved it, and it was my job to make sure she got it.
She came in a little later, right after I had put the picture back where it belonged. She was wearing a grey cropped hoodie and grey shorts.
*********
I was getting better at not looking at Amaya like a piece of meat, but sometimes she made it very hard.
No pun intended.
She threw herself on the bed and said, “Cartie, come put lotion on my legs.”
I was going through a mission shutdown on the inside, and I could hear the alarm bells ringing in my head. On the outside, I looked like the poster boy for calm.
I can feel the start of a bad idea coming on again.