WARNING: NSFW, nudity, sexual situations
Something was up between my sister and August. Something I knew I didn't like.
When I went to my locker in the morning, I caught them staring at each other with this annoying look.
And then it hit me like a kick in the teeth. They were together. Somehow, despite Daniel and all that has happened, something changed.
I knew it just like when we were kids and something clicked inside him. August forgot all about me and chased her. Only this time it was serious.
If Daniel ever found out, they'd both be fucked.
And I couldn't believe August would cross him like that for a second time. I was so worried about both of them.
When I asked Briar about it later, she waved at me and rolled her eyes as if I was an idiot. So, maybe I was imagining things.
I decided to forget it, chalking it up to an overactive imagination (and my ongoing insecurities when it came to August.)
It was the first day of our senior trip to Windenburg. I'd been looking forward to it ever since August insisted I go. I couldn't afford it, but he surprised me with tickets and said it was an early birthday present. That made me so happy. I was surprised Daniel allowed Briar to go though. She told me he'd paid for everything. She didn't mention that maybe he was trying to make it up to her for what he did to August. I just read between the lines. Even if he was a massive asshole, he still, in some sick way, cared about Briar. I knew she just wanted to get away from him.
Our class rented out an old time, real life pirate's hideout. It was so cool. It'd been restored to actually look like it did back when those swashbuckling mateys pillaged and raped. I never understood why everyone liked pirates and wanted to emulate them, but I had to admit, their stuff was a fucking trip.
Cocking my head, I asked, "Do you think that's a real treasure chest?"
Chase snorted. "That's about as real as Ms. Sander's tits." Ms. Sanders was our twenty-something English teacher that all the straight guys drooled over--Chase hated her.
"It states on the plaque it's real," August said, bending over to get a good look. "Damn cool, I think."
Ethan laughed behind us. "You two are like kids at Simneyland. That's an obvious fake."
Ignoring them, I mused, "I wonder what kind of treasure's inside?"
"Listen, kiddies," Ethan chided, "the only treasure I care about is the food. I'm starving. Let's find the dining area."
"Yeah, let's go," Manuel said.
Patting August on the back, I let out a sigh. "I guess I am hungry."
"Me, too," August said. "That was a long plane ride and the food sucked."
After lunch, we all got our bathings suits on and ran a race to the lagoon.
"Hah! I'm beating you, Ethan!" Amber called.
"Race ain't over, sweetheart!"
"Oh no!" August shouted, making me flinch.
I stopped in my tracks and turned, racing over to my sister. But before I could get to her, August already swept her into his arms.
"I'll take you inside and get some ice," he said in a weird kind of voice like he'd rehearsed the sentence but was terrible at acting.
All too quickly, Briar said, "I think I have something I can wrap my ankle in my room. If you don't mind carrying me....I can't walk."
I couldn't believe my eyes. It was as if they'd planned this. And it was August's idea to have a race in the first place.
For God's sake, they were so obvious, it made me sick. What were they doing?
As soon as I shut Briar's door, we fell into each other's arms. It'd been too long since that day we'd kissed at her apartment. I'd thought of a plan to get her alone while on the plane over. I gave her a note as we arrived, and she'd agreed.
No Daniel. No thugs. Just us. Alone.
My senses buzzed as we crushed our bodies to one another hungrily. My dick was so hard, aching for her.
Pushing her down on the bed, I stopped myself, wondering if I was going too fast. "Is this okay?"
She nodded. "I want to."
Tenderly, I slipped off her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts.
Planting kisses up and down her body, I felt her quake beneath me. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, in a haze, full of her. Breathing her in, smelling her scent, feeling her body, I was in heaven.
After our time together, I just cradled her, worrying about our future. She was tethered to a fucking asshole and I had no clue how I was going to set her free.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
Not wanting to worry her, I lied. "Just thinking about how much I love you."
Pulling her close, we snuggled as I pushed all negative thoughts from my mind.