27 - Grey
When tonight first started, this is sort of what I figured would happen. Fiona would go back to Emily's dorm room for the night and then we'd meet up the next morning.
That was before, oh, I don't know... I crashed the frat party they were at? Yeah... that's changed things up in a way I didn't expect. Also that whole “punishment” thing where I made Fiona keep herself at the edge of orgasm for a few minutes just to torment her. Holy shit, that was hot. My cock still aches from the memory of Fiona's tight pussy squeezing hard against my shaft for longer than I thought possible.
I probably would have forgiven her if she came right then and there. Maybe a few swats on the ass when I had her alone again, but nothing too crazy. I don't want her to enjoy her punishments if I can help it, even though I know full well she loves most of what we do together. It's just, uh... yeah...
Look, I don't want her to get caught up in some screwed up auction where she's the prize ready to be won. Or anything even remotely like that. It's not about this specific situation but about her figuring out life and realizing that I can't always be there to protect her. I was there tonight, barely, but what if I wasn't?
I have no idea. We don't have to worry about that right now. Instead, we've got something even worse going on.
Fiona has been giving me her patented “fuck me, Daddy” eyes ever since we got outside. And, look, baby girl, I totally get it. I pushed you to the edge but didn't let you go all the way over, so you must be super fucking horny at this point. It doesn't help that I really couldn't help myself and I felt the need to tease the fuck out of her randomly when we were dancing together.
I don't know, man... the look in her eyes whenever any part of me pressed tight against her core. Plus the fact that I still have her panties in my pocket. And she begged me to cover her in white after I take off her dress later...
I'm ready and willing to do exactly that, except then my sister comes along and asks Fiona if she wants to go back to the dorms with her.
My own sister is inadvertently cockblocking me. Fuck. To be fair, I think I did a good job of cockblocking her, too. Porter, don't do it, man. I'll know. I don't know how I'll know, but I will, and then we're going to have some serious issues, so...
Fiona looks up at me, a little timid and worried, but also with a strange sort of confidence in her eyes.
“Um... what would you say if I went back to Dave's room with him?” she asks Emily.
That's me. I'm Dave for the night. Yes. We're doing this. We can do this.
Except, you know, Emily stares at Fiona like her best friend just told her that the end of days is happening and this is our last night on this planet.
“Oh my gosh,” Emily says, keeping her mouth open wide, doing a great job of acting completely scandalized.
Then she laughs, but it's the kind of laugh you hear in a dark room in an insane asylum so this isn't even helping.
“What are you going to do back in his room?” my little sister finally manages to ask.
“I mean, I don't know?” Fiona answers with a shrug. “Stuff?”
They're fully into it at this point and I don't want to be the instigator, so as soon as Fiona lets go of my arm, I take a few steps back and go for a short walk to give them time to sort this out. Because, yeah, I love my sister, but I'm getting really tempted to tell her to shut up and go back to her dorm room so I can fuck the shit out of her best friend.
Which isn't good. That's not going to help anyone. And that's not the way I want to tell Emily that Fiona and I have something going on. That we're dating. That... I mean, they're about to talk about that so I'll just let them do it.
“Stuff!” Emily says, like the word is some sort of ancient curse. “Fiona, you can't just say you're going to do stuff! Are you... oh my gosh are you going to lose your virginity?”
And... so technically it's impossible for Fiona to lose her virginity tonight. I helped her out with that one and took hers awhile back, so, uh...
Are we going with technicalities here? I don't know. I'm leaving this up to Fiona.
She decides that it's also impossible for me to take her virginity tonight, or else she straight up lies to her best friend. I know Fiona pretty well and I'm going to go with the former. She hates lying, and I think she hates lying to me or Emily most of all.
“Um, no?” Fiona says, stuck in the middle of her answer. “I mean, nope! Right?”
That last one is directed at me. I look at the two girls standing a few feet away from me having a conversation about losing their virginity right in front of a frat house in the middle of the night. Look, I won't judge, but I think we could all have this conversation in a much classier setting. Or just not have it at all, because Emily's going to stay a virgin forever. Right? I'm her older brother and I was her legal guardian for a long time. I mean, she's eighteen now so I guess she's technically on her own, but I think that's bullshit so I'm just going to say no sex for my sister forever and be done with it.
Emily glares at me, then turns back to Fiona. With Fiona she's bright and cheery. This is bullshit, by the way. I didn't even do anything, Emily! Not yet, at least.
You and Fiona are the ones getting into trouble here. I came and save your asses and this is the thanks I get? Fucking A...
“Go have fun,” Emily says to her best friend with a quick nod. “But don't let him be mean to you or pressure you into anything! Alright?”
Fiona nods, taking this seriously. “Yup, I won't. Promise.”
I've never pressured Fiona into anything. And I definitely won't be mean to her. She's going to love every single second of what I have in store for us once we get back to the hotel...
I think we're about to do that, to go back, but then Emily stomps over to me, hands on her hips, glaring up like she's some sort of five-foot-four whirlwind of reckoning. No offense, but my little sister isn't scaring anyone, least of all me. I guess she could scare Porter looking like this, but I doubt he'd be scared so much as confused about what's going on.
Emily growls at me. No fucking joke, she growls. Holy shit. Is this my sister? Yeah...
Good job, though. I like it. If you can't actually be tough, might as well make everyone think you're crazy.
It'd work except I know her too well. She doesn't know that right now, though.
“You listen to me, Dave,” Emily says, poking my chest with one finger. “My older brother is here and he'll kick your ass if you try anything with Fiona! Capiche?”
Are you fucking serious? Capiche? Uh... are you trying to act like you're somehow involved in the mafia? I know people think big businesses probably have mafia connections, but unless there's something I don't know about I'm pretty sure our family has nothing even remotely to do with that.
I mean, I'm the head of the family right now, so I think I would know. Also if we did have mafia connections I don't think anyone would include Emily in them. She's, uh... yeah...
I don't even know. I am having a real hard time keeping my composure right now and not busting out laughing.
I nod, trying to look super serious and grave. Sincere as fuck, that's what I'm going for.
Emily nods back at me, then turns to walk away. This goes well for all of half a second before she spins around and then drags two fingers across her throat like she's threatening my life.
Yeah, alright. I don't roll my eyes, but I want to. I'm going to make fun of her forever after this, too. I'll try not to blow my cover, but I'm going to figure out a way to mock her relentlessly for her weirdo bullshit.
“Adios, senorita!” Emily says to Fiona.
Fiona stares at me, then at Emily. She keeps a straight face through most of this, but at the sudden Mexican-Spanish-whatever-the-fuck Emily is doing to intimidate me into behaving, Fiona just can't. She nearly falls onto the sidewalk when she starts laughing. Emily shushes her and tells her to play it cool, keep this guy in line, and I try to go along with it, but...
I don't know. I'm just going to stand here and wait until my sister goes home? Say nothing, do nothing, be good until Emily is out of sight, and then drag Fiona back to the room where I can give her a beautiful Valentine's Day orgasm. That's what we're calling this right now. It'll be real fucking romantic. Also orgasmic. Like, at least one, but preferably a few. Fourteen orgasms? It's the fourteenth so why not? Have to stick to the numbers and do it right, you know?
Emily and Fiona hug it out and Fiona somehow manages to keep her laughter under control. She squeezes Emily and then scurries over to me, taking her proper place nestled tight under my arm. I hold her close and Emily glares at me, but she smiles a little, too.
Look, I would never hurt Fiona, so...
But she doesn't know that, and the protective part of me really appreciates that Emily wants to look out for her best friend, the girl I fell in love with.
“Bye!” Emily says, waving to us. “Just, um... listen, Fiona... I don't think you should bring Dave or whatever his real name is to breakfast tomorrow. Maybe come find me in the dorms in the morning? I really don't think Daddy would like it. I know you don't always see it, but I swear he's super protective of you, too. Probably even more than he is of me now since I'm at college and that's got to be really rough for him, you know?”
“That's not true,” Fiona says, shaking her head quick. “Daddy is definitely super protective of you, Emily. I know you're at college now but he came all this way just to make sure everything was safe for your first college party, so...”
“That's true,” Emily says. Grinning, she adds, “I'm surprised he didn't burst into the party and scream our names and then drag us out. Woo girl, we should probably never show him these dresses...”
Yeah. That one's true. So fucking true. What the hell, Emily? Don't go wearing clothes that barely cover your ass at a party full of horny frat bros. Fuck!
I contain myself, though. It's almost over. Almost, except...
Emily leaves, walking back towards the dorms. Porter and his friends are standing down the block so she hurries to catch up with them. I'm sure she's safe, but...
“You want to follow her to make sure she gets back to the dorms alright?” Fiona asks, showcasing her newfound psychic abilities.
Seriously, is she a mind reader or what? I know the college campus and dorm building isn't that far away, but still.
“Yeah,” I say with a nod. “If you don't mind? Just want to make sure everything's alright. I mean, she's a brat, but she's my little sister, you know?”
“I'm a brat sometimes, too,” Fiona says, smirking at me.
“Yeah, you are, but that's different. I'll deal with your brattiness when we get back to the hotel, baby girl...”