Page 145 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“Ouch. Burn,” I quip, hand on my chest and shoot her a wounded look.
She snickers at me and carries on eating, occasionally swigging from her bottle of bourbon. At least she hasn’t kicked me out. I join her with the drinking, but my poison tonight is looking for a good time tequila.
“Put some music on.”
“Yes, boss.” I know when Amelie drinks she likes to listen to old-school R&B because it reminds her of home.
Linking Susan -yep even I’m calling her damn tablet Susan now- to the portable speaker, I hit play on her playlist.
‘Nice and Slow’byUsherstarts to play. Amelie has polished off her snags and hasn’t yet kicked me out.
“Thank god you brought the good stuff,” she half slurs, taking a swig from the bourbon. “That shitty Scotch I pinched from your dad tastes like shit.”
I laugh. If Dad heard her say that, he would have a fit. “You know, that’s two hundred pounds a bottle?”
“Could have saved himself some money. Johnnie is only, like, forty bucks and tastes better.”
We banter back and forth for a while. Amelie is tipsy enough that she seems to be at ease with me being here. After about half an hour, my back is pressed against a wall. Amelie’s head is in my lap, or rather, on a pillow in my lap. The pillow was my idea so that my raging hard-on doesn’t press into the side of her skull. I stroke her hair as her breathing deepens and evens. She’s asleep. Not how I saw tonight going, but I’m actually not complaining. I wait until she’s fully under, then slide down to the mattress. In her sleep, Amelie grumbles at being moved, and immediately wiggles into me, grinding her ass against me and burrowing back into my chest. I wrap my arms around her and pull her even closer. I drift off to the scent of her cherry shampoo flooding my senses.
Amelie's fingers skimming the waistband of my boxers is how I want to be woken up everyday. We must have passed out sometime after she made us play ‘never have I ever’.
“I’ve missed you,” I say softly, stroking the hair from the side of her face.
“Kalen,” she warns, reproachful.
“What?”
“Don’t get deep. Don’t make this something it isn’t. I want you, is all,” she whispers. She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Moving, I angle my body over hers.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yes, just fuck me already!” she demands, making me smile. I help remove her yoga pants and underwear in one quick motion.
“Condom?” I ask. Last time I was an asshole, I didn’t ask. I just took, and I feel like trash about it. I was too caught up in trying to punish her for something Branson made me believe.
“I have the bar in my arm.”
I nod.
“No need for the morning after pill last term then?” I cringe as soon as the words leave my mouth. Why did I have to remind her of what a dick I’ve been? Luckily, she just laughs.
I know I’m clean; our father makes us get tested before each school year starts, claiming he doesn’t want an STI epidemic starting in his school and the source being one of his sons. I think he regrets it every year because we also make him get tested and I’m relentless at making him panic for no reason.
One time, I put itching powder in his underwear and took him a pamphlet on genital warts. I told him I was worried I might have them. His face dropped as he read the symptoms. Good times.
Speaking of good times, Amelie huffs impatiently below me, and I snap back into the moment.
This moment means so much to me, but it’s clear Amelie isn’t ready to accept what it means. She just wants fun times Kalen, so that’s what I’ll give her.
Grinning down at her, I teasingly rub my dick against her opening, surprised by how wet she is, having just woken up.
“Tut tut, sis. Have you been having naughty dreams about me again?” She avoids my eyes, and the question, rubbing back against me.
“Kalen,” she moans, and my name feels like a prayer on her lips. I press my own lips against hers for the briefest kiss, before moving to her throat. I nibble my way along the sexy line of her neck and she groans. “Harder.”
When I reach the soft juncture between her neck and shoulder, I sink my teeth in much harder and Amelie gasps and turns to jelly beneath me. I want to take my time to reacquaint myself with her, but she claws impatiently at my back, hooking her heels together around my waist and trying to pull me closer.
“Patience, sis,” I tease. I can’t believe she’s not slapping me for calling her that, that’s how in the moment she is. I plan to take full advantage.
