Grey
Once everything's all clear and I'm sure Emily isn't waiting outside the bathroom door, I make a hasty escape. Let's be honest with each other, too; I don't feel very good about myself at the moment. I get it, and maybe you get it by now, but what do you think this would look like to everyone else in the restaurant.
I mean, it's not like anyone saw me. I sure as fuck hope no one heard me. Or Fiona. Remember this?
"You can be a little rougher with me, Daddy. Please, Daddy, please... I want you inside me..."
Yeah... I do, too...
The pain from having blue balls can't hold a candle to the shame and regret I feel right now. I'm still turned on by everything Fiona said, every fucking thing she is. I just have no fucking clue why I'm doing this to myself, or to her, or to anyone. What do you think Emily would say if she found out?
I love Emily. She's my sister, and we're basically the only family we have left. We've been there for each other for twelve years. Through everything. Absolutely everything, and it's like...
I don't know. I have no clue, Emily. I don't know why Fiona turns me on so much. I don't know why I love hearing her call me Daddy. I don't know why I want to spank her ass and tell her she's been naughty and then to cuddle the fuck out of her and call her Daddy's good girl.
Every time it happens, it feels perfect. It feels right. It's like I know exactly what I've been missing all my life.
And then my sister comes knocking at the bathroom door while I'm slowly trying to fit my cock as far into Fiona's pussy as I can. That's a real great and quick way to snap yourself back to the reality of the situation, let me tell you.
I hide out in the men's restroom for a few, just waiting this whole thing out. Don't mind me. I hear Fiona and Emily talking in the hall outside the bathrooms for a second, and then Emily heads in while I guess Fiona goes back to our table. I keep waiting for a few minutes, which turns into longer than I intended.
Emily's out of the bathroom by the time I leave. Slow and completely unsure of myself, I walk down the hall, head back into the main dining area and to our table. My chicken florentine awaits. And, you know, Emily and Fiona are there, too.
Fiona glances up at me with this shy, sort of innocent look. There's a piece of pasta hanging out of her mouth, and I'm tempted to just Lady and the Tramp that shit. Grab the end, pop it into my mouth, and we both join up in the middle, you know? I want to kiss Fiona so fucking bad right now it hurts.
Fiona sucks the piece of pasta into her mouth and ruins any chance I had at my grand romantic gesture. To be honest, I'm not sure Lady and the Tramp is the movie I should go to for grand romantic gestures in the first place, though. Maybe it's for the best.
Emily chomps down on a ravioli, chews, and swallows. She gives me a dirty look when I sit down and start eating my chicken florentine without saying a word.
"Really, Grey?" Emily asks me. "Really?"
Wait. Fuck. Did Fiona tell her everything? Holy shit. I can't do this right now. I can't fucking--
"Where were you?" my sister asks.
"Uh, in the bathroom?" I say, playing it cool. "What's it to you?"
"I knocked on the door!" she says, accusing me of something. I don't know what yet, though.
"Yeah?" I say. Still cool. Totally fucking chill over here.
"Yup! I did!"
"I thought I heard something. I didn't realize it was you. I just figured someone was stumbling around in the hall. Sorry, Emily. I was kind of distracted, so..."
"What were you doing?" she asks, giving me the evil eye.
"Do you really have to ask what I was doing in a bathroom? What do you think people do in the bathroom?"
Uh huh. Keep at it, Grey. You can do this.
"I don't know," Emily says, tossing her shoulders up. "I just don't know! You and Fiona have both been acting odd ever since we got here. It's strange. It's really peculiar."
"Peculiar?" I ask. "What is this, Alice in Wonderland? Who even says that?"
"I know what's wrong," Emily says, somber. "You guys don't have to hide it from me anymore. That just makes it worse. I'm upset enough about it as it is."
Fuck. Seriously, she knows. What else can that mean? I'm pretty sure Fiona has the same thought as me because her eyes go wide and she looks at Emily like she's about to bring doom and destruction upon us all. I wouldn't even doubt it. I love my sister and all, but I feel like she's one of those girls that seems cute and sweet but could go crazy on you at any second. Like, straight up jab an ice pick in your tires.
I don't know why I feel that way. She's never jabbed an ice pick in anyone's tires. As far as I know, she's never actually done anything crazy, either. I just like to think that once my sister gets a boyfriend, if he does anything to hurt her, she'll slash his tires and throw a flaming bag of dog shit onto the welcome mat on his front porch. She's a badass like that.
So yeah, like I said, Fiona and I are done. Caught in the act. Emily won't let us out of this. It's over. I'm going to get yelled at by my sister and she's never going to talk to me again, and...
"I know it's hard, guys. You don't have to pretend like you aren't upset. I'm going away to college and I'm going to miss both of you, too. I'll come back a lot, though. Like, maybe every weekend? And you two can come visit me, too! Right, Daddy? I was talking with Fiona about it earlier and I think it'd be a lot of fun. You could still do work while you're there, and Fiona and I could hang out at my college, and it's not like we'll be that far away. It's only about an hour drive, right?"
My sister doesn't know. She's completely oblivious.
I don't know if that's good or bad.