Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 1739

Fuck: You Owe Me: 24

He went through the patio doors after her, hopping as he tugged his jeans back on. "Laura, wait."

But Laura didn't wait. He watched her dark hair sway hypnotically behind her, the cute wiggle of her hips in her wet underwear. It all seemed painfully ironic now.

She slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. As he got to the knob, he heard and felt it lock and a spark of static shot into his hand. He recoiled slightly, rubbing his hand, then knocked on the door.

"Laura," he said again. "Please open the door."

Empty silence emanated. All he heard was the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the occasional passing car on the street.

"Laura?"

Still nothing.

"C'mon, Laura, this is crazy. You lock yourself in the bathroom?"

Not a sound. After a moment, he heard the shower turn on.

"Laura!" He went to pound against the door but stopped himself. He stood there, glaring at the carpet. Light tendrils of steam began to curl up from under the door. And as he watched, his frustration gave way to the simple fact of it all.

He had fucked up.

He found her staring at a painting.

A farm house, the final seconds of a sunset, a few trees here and there, and a farmer on a backhoe, reigning the horses. The sky was a deep purple with soft clouds gathering over a darkening horizon.

The foyer lights were off, and in the soft light glowing from the kitchen, she looked like she could have been a part of that painting, standing on that farm house's front porch.

He walked up to her, putting his arms around her and breathing her in deeply. Cherries and Jasmine. She turned in his embrace and, silhouetted by the light on the painting, they kissed.

Danntettheter, "sile saniraîter a hearth Airrurdiri'tion", men it'crazy' truthinktlant Someone will find out. Eventually." She turned her head to the side. "Then it'll get weird."

Chris knew she was right. There was no way they could keep this secret forever. Or for long. In a matter of days they had gone from stepsiblings to lovers. Real or infatuation, it was intense, and it felt like there was no way to return from it.

Still, he wanted to avoid facing these facts. It's hard acknowledging that life has turned a corner. Chris preferred straight lines.

mind and pulled her face up to his. "So we'll deal it with

and smiled. "This is crazy,

if it is, then I

hand drift lower on his back, pressing him into her. "And I

amazing to have someone who could excite him with such little effort. It had been a long time

"I'm not sure it takes this long to pop popcorn or

laughed again. "Is that what you told them? You just

squealed, twisting away from him so hard her socks lost traction on the hardwood floor, and she lost her balance. He caught her

Simon could use some alone time." Then she tilted her head back to look up at him and

an intoxicating cloud. Swept up in it, Chris lowered himself to his knees, she holding his face to hers. Her arms curled up around his head, fingers curling in his hair. His hands, with a mind of their own, slid under her sweater and wrapped around her back tightly. From just the touch of his hands on her skin,

Footsteps on the basement stairs. They sprung up from the floor. Chris quickly bolted for the hallway to the bathroom. As he quietly pulled the door closed, he heard Becky and Laura talking in the foyer. Locking the door, he looked around the bathroom. Laura had been right when she said he'd just been in here ten minutes ago, so he didn't feel

next door to the bathroom. They started coughing; it was muffled through the wall, but he could

shit out of that." Becky's voice

Laura. She must have been standing closer to the wall because Chris could hear her better. "I know, but have you seen that painting?" Chris heard the pantry door opening and closing. "You ever wish you could just crawl up

giggled, farther away. "You are such

first picture you remember

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How am I supposed to remember that? You remember

mother in her wedding

Laura ever talking about her mother. All he knew was

now silent, and he leaned closer to the wall. Then he heard Becky, quietly. "That's your

first day of school. She was

in her voice, the glowing smile on her

the air of the kitchen grow heavy and begin to

photographer thing really well, babe," Becky

"And I know it."

wall. Deciding he'd spent enough time hiding in the bathroom, he flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet. He counted the appropriate length of time for

glow even in the dark of house. Laura was at the microwave with

"Maybe now we can get something done

struck a superhero pose. "I am here." "Talk to

"I told you I got distracted." Becky's yawn

Chris hid his smile.

hurry this up," Becky said. "We got pot and movies that need to be watched." She thought for a minute. "Actually, the pot needs to be smoked, the movie needs to be watched, and

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