CHAPTER SIX

Santana

I rushed home once I was done at the restaurant. I needed to talk to Sammie but I never expected she’d have a boy in her room while she only wore a silky pink robe. What the fuck was going on with my sister?

After I kicked her friend out, I slammed her bedroom door behind me. I wanted to dig into her ass before Pop came home. Normally, I didn’t snitch on Sammie. We had each other’s backs unless things got dangerous, then we called in the parents.

I didn’t think having a boy in her room was dangerous but it pissed me the fuck off so I was breaking protocol. As soon as Pop came home, I was going to snitch.

“What the fuck were you in here doing?” I demanded.

“Trying to get my pussy eaten. That plan fell through.” She sighed and folded her arms under her tits. My eyes dropped immediately and I realized her nipples had turned to pebbles beneath the pink silk.

My mouth went dry.

Pay attention, Santana.

“What?” I snapped, trying to understand what the hell she said.

“You heard me,” she muttered.

“You expect me to believe that you had a boy in your room while you were naked and all you were doing was trying to…” My mouth was too much like sand to say the words.

“Nothing happened. We kissed, he tried to fuck me, and I told him to get out.” One look in her olive green eyes told me she was telling the truth. One look in her eyes also made me forget why I was pissed in the first place.

“He didn’t touch you other than kissing?” I asked. A light feeling settled in my chest and suddenly my muscles didn’t feel so tense.

“No, Santana. I don’t know why you even care though.”

“Because you’re my sister,” I explained. Sammie cringed a bit bringing her shoulders around her ears. Her sandy brown hair pooled against her defined collarbones.

“Why are you even here?” She asked, changing the subject.

“I wanted to talk to you.” I let my eyes trace her beautiful face for a moment. “Why have you been avoiding me, Sammie?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t been doing the same thing, Santana. It’s mutual. You could have come in my room at any time. You could have caught me before school. We’re avoiding each other.”

“I’ve been busy. I’m not avoiding you,” I lied. I knew I was avoiding her too. I didn’t need to dig deep into myself to figure out why. I touched Sammie in a way I shouldn’t have. No, it wasn’t horrible but the thoughts I had while I touched her are what made it so damn wrong. The fact that I jerked my dick in the bathroom afterward because it was so hard was wrong.

“Okay, you go first,” I told her. If she went first, it would give me time to think of something more palatable to say than the truth. I sat down on Sammie’s bed and she sat beside me. A gentle cloud of jasmine came with her and I found myself flashing back to the night that I drunkenly held her like she wasn’t my sister.

“You’re stalling, but whatever,” Sammie sighed. “I don’t know, hermano. I guess I keep thinking about what you said the last time we hung out. Remember how you told me to be myself no matter what? Even if there was some darkness inside of me.” I did recall that conversation, so I nodded at her, waiting for her to finish.

“It took root in me and I started looking inside of myself at the dark thoughts I have.” She toyed with the charm bracelet on her wrist, spinning it around and around making the charms clink together. She refused to look at me and it made me wonder what the fuck she’d been thinking about that could really be that dark.

I wanted to dissect her thoughts like a skilled surgeon.

“Okay, I spilled now tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. I want the truth, Santana because I know you’re keeping something and it has to do with Papa.” 

How did she do that?

Pop and I had been careful to only talk about the family operation when we were alone and most of the time that only happened on the car ride to and from the restaurant. Sammie must have been riding on a hunch. Still didn’t shake the unease that slithered through me.

“See, that look right there lets me know I’m right. You’re both hiding shit from me and you want me to be forthcoming. Fuck you, fuck Papa, fuck it all,” she fussed, tossing her hands around.

“I can’t tell you, Sammie,” I blurted. My reserve was fading faster than I’d anticipated. Pop assured me on more than one occasion that there was no way Samira would find out. He reminded me that the only reason I knew about it was because he brought me into the fold.

He was right, so I didn’t think much about Sammie finding out. I forgot that she was tethered to me though. She might not have studied Pop but she damn sure studied me, and everything I did.

Sammie’s arched brows flew up on her forehead as she regarded me. “You can’t tell me? So there is something. I knew it! I fucking knew it, Santana.” She spun that charm bracelet on her dainty wrist over and over until the sound of rose gold clinking against itself drove me insane.

I reached out and gripped her arm in my fist to stop her. When I did, she gasped soft and quiet like my touch was totally unexpected. I dropped her hand after a few seconds and looked into her pretty green eyes. They were curious and flitted all over my face like she was searching for answers in my features.

“You’re supposed to tell me everything,” she finally said in a small voice.

“I know, Sammie. I can’t tell you this one thing though. It’s not my information to tell.” The weight of keeping a secret from my sister was heavy like cinder blocks on my shoulders. I scrubbed my cheek with the heel of my hand and looked at her.

Her thick chocolate lashes looked impossibly long and shiny. They had to have been drawn on by an artist because they didn’t even look real. She didn’t look real.

I wet my lips with my tongue and told myself I was imagining the fact that Sammie zeroed in on my mouth like she was hungry. I was seeing things. Had to be.

“So, Papa is keeping a secret and you’re being dragged into it by default. I guess I’m not worth being kept in the know.”

“Stop being so fucking dramatic.” I couldn’t help reaching out and gripping her damp hair in my fist. Exposing her smooth throat made me feel like a predator.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t scrub my brain clean from the dirty thoughts I was having about Sammie. “Santana…” she called once my hand had been tangled in her hair for a beat too long.

With a growl, I let her go and stood to my feet before I had a hard dick to talk down. “Look, I’m gonna get a drink.”

“I’m coming,” she said following behind me like she did when we were kids. After the incident where I cursed into her cute little teddy bear, she followed me everywhere when she knew I was about to make a bad decision. I realized that Sammie liked to watch.

Since she couldn’t be bad she wanted to have front row seats to watch me do it. I didn’t mind. She was my personal cheerleader, cheering me on to do fucked up shit I knew I’d get in trouble for.

It felt like those times again but something about it had an edge. It was a sharp edge that I knew would slice me up and ruin me for sure but I couldn’t keep myself away from it.

Evidently, neither could Sammie.

In the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of Hennessy. When I offered Sammie a glass, she scrunched her cute nose up and shook her head. She was a white liquor girl but I loved brown. She looked at my glass with disdain before swaying her full hips past me to grab a bottle of tequila. My eyes fell to her ass like magnets to metal.

I rubbed my forehead but I didn’t take my eyes off her as she stood on her tiptoes to get a glass from the cabinet. I tipped my head to one side as the Hennessy burned its way down my throat, taking with it my inhibitions and morals.

I willed Sammie’s robe to inch up just a little more so I could have a view of her round ass.

So goddamn twisted, Santana.

The annoying voice in my head was back but with liquor working its way through my blood, it was easier to ignore it. “You could have offered to help me, you asshole.”

“I could have but I like watching you…” My words were traitorous, snatching back too much of the veil and revealing the truth. “I like watching you struggle,” I said trying to clarify. It was bullshit though.

Sammie set down the heavy-bottomed glass on the granite countertop and looked over her shoulder at me. Shiny strands of golden silk fell forward making her look ethereal. My dick twitched at the sight.

I snatched my stare away from her and looked at the bottom of my empty glass. “You’re drinking that straight?” She asked, gesturing to my glass with her own.

“Yeah. I mean unless I grew a uterus in the past ten minutes. Last time I checked, I was a man.” I flexed my pectoral muscles for her and she became hypnotized briefly before letting a sultry laugh escape her.

“All man…” She said, her voice throaty and thick. I lifted my eyebrow and let a smile bow my lips.

“Exactly.” I nodded my head and poured myself another drink. Sammie mixed hers with juice from the fridge and knocked back three glasses. I was on my fifth when I found myself wondering what she was really doing with that stupid motherfucker in her room earlier.

“Yo, Sam,” I said, relaxing in my seat. She sat across from me at the kitchen table, staring at me from hooded jewel green eyes. Her pouty pink lips curved into a smile.

“Yes?”

“What the fuck were you doing with that asshole in your room when I came home?”

“I told you, Santana,” she giggled into her nearly gone drink. I loved watching her laugh and giggle. Her entire face lit up. I wanted to be near that light…whatever it was.

“Come here.” I patted my lap and she finished what was in her glass and settled on top of me. Her mouth smelled like fruit and liquor and her hair smelled like some kind of tropical shampoo.

She smelled enough like fruit to make my stomach growl.

I liked her straddling me a little too much and I was too drunk to stop my dick from getting hard. I gave a half-assed effort at keeping my boner at bay but it was tough.

“So you were going to let him eat your pussy?” I asked her. I was honestly curious.

“Yeah. He’s done it before. He’s good at it.” She shrugged her slender shoulders and the silk robe rubbed against her smooth skin.

“He’s good at it?” If she thought he was good, I would make her fucking cry. I’d make her cry and beg for Jesus.

“Yeah,” she smiled while she tilted her head this way and that. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and she let her eyes flutter shut at my touch. I wondered if she knew how good my touch could really make her feel.

I felt heat emanating from between her thick thighs and my cock started to rise. I tried to fight it but that fucking heat had its own gravitational pull. I was helpless.

“Does he make you cum?” I asked her. My voice dropped an octave as it became rough from grinding against my willpower. Samira’s throat dipped a little before she nodded. “Do you see stars when you cum with him, Sammie?” My hands moved from her hair down her neck.

“No…not stars. It feels good though.” Her hips began rocking back and forth like she knew my dick was rising to meet her motions.

“Yeah? You let him fuck you?” I asked, praying she said no. When she shook her head, I let out a pent-up breath. “Good. Don’t fuck him.”

“Why not?” She asked, her gorgeous cat eyes popping open to drink me in. I slid my palms down her back and chased the shiver that ran down her spine until I landed on her ass. I gripped it hard enough to draw a gasp from Sammie’s pouty mouth. I pulled her closer to me, dying to slide beneath her robe.

The fight for self-control was futile. I held on to strands of sanity though. I tried to look anywhere but into her eyes. They were hypnotic. I stared out of the window behind her instead. I stared at the sky exploding in colors before the sun sank into the earth.

With it sank my morals.

“Why not, Santana?” Sammie asked. Her voice pulled me back and I made the fatal mistake of looking into her green pools.

“Because he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. He wouldn’t know how to handle you, Sammie.” I squeezed her ass and she bit her bottom lip.

“And who would know how to handle me?” She quizzed. I moved one hand and traced her full bottom lip with my thumb.

“Who knows how to handle you, Sammie?” I asked her. My voice fell to a primal growl and forced her to whimper.

“You.” She blinked repeatedly, trying to focus.

“Exactly. Me.” Before either of us could back away, I guided her sweet lips to mine and overpowered her with a kiss. She tensed at first but then she melted, sliding into a puddle of liquid lust on top of me.

My tongue explored her mouth, tasting the tequila and fruit juice while she explored mine. Her whimper turned me into an animal. It was so breathy and sinful. The kitchen slipped into darkness as the last rays of the sun disappeared. I used the growing blanket of night to flip Sammie on her back while I fell between her thighs.

“This is so fucked up,” I muttered against her throat. Her pulse quickened beneath my tongue.

“It’s fucked up but if you stop right now, I’ll wither into nothing, Santana.” Her smooth hands slid along my biceps and I growled out in frustration and hunger before sucking on her rapid pulse.

“I will destroy you, Sammie. We shouldn’t do this.”

“Destroy me,” she begged, grinding her hot little pussy against my stiff cock. It ached in response to her proximity and heat. “Destroy me until only the true parts of me are left.”

“Fuck, Samira.” I pressed my forehead against hers and tried not to smell how wet she was. My hand slid between her thighs because I had to touch her there. I had to touch her pussy to see if she was wet for me. I could smell it but there was nothing like feeling it slip between my fingers.

Fucking hell she was soaked.

I rubbed her thick clit until she was squirming enough to rock the kitchen table. “Santana,” she called, clawing at my chest until she was so full with an orgasm that it spilled over. She shook and trembled while her thighs became wet with desire. It was so slippery.

“Sam, Santana? You guys home?” Pop’s voice at the front door made everything grind to a deafening halt. I yanked my hand from between Sammie’s legs while she slammed her knees together and sat up bolt right on the table.

I slipped my fingers in my mouth and tasted her.

Shit, that was a mistake. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever put on my tongue and I needed more. Her flavor was more potent than every drug in the world and I was hooked already.

“I’m in here, Pop,” I responded, trying to sober myself up long enough to look convincing. Sammie and I locked eyes and she pled to me.

“Upstairs,” I mouthed to her. She nodded then scampered away like a deer into the woods. Lucky for her because she was about to become my prey.

I fell into a chair at the table and shifted myself so that my dick wasn’t sticking out like an exclamation point.

“Where’s Sam?” He asked.

“Oh, she’s upstairs putting on some clothes. She just got out of the shower.” Pop eyed the table and I froze with fear hoping he couldn’t somehow sense what sinful transgressions just took place.

“What the fuck were you two doing?” He asked, a scowl finding its way to his face. Icy panic raced up my extremities as I scrambled in my mind for an answer.

“I told you, she just got out of the shower, Pop,” I tried to laugh it off like he was being ridiculous. I only prayed he couldn’t read the guilt painted on my face.

“Uh huh…before she got in the shower what were you two doing? I want the truth.”

“Pop, what makes you think we were doing something?” I quizzed, trying to read his train of thought. Logically, I knew there was no way in hell he could tell that I was between Sammie’s legs, rubbing her slick cunt until she came. I was drunk though so my grasp on logic wasn’t the firmest.

“Santana, don’t cover for her. I see the tequila and the second glass. Why the fuck do you let her get away with murder?” He fussed as he dumped the rest of Sammie’s drink down the drain.

An exhale deflated me completely.

My heart sped up to make up for when time stood still and I felt like I would pass the fuck out.

“We riding to the restaurant tonight?” I asked him, rubbing my chest to soothe my erratic heart.

“Yeah. Later. I have actual restaurant business to take care of,” he chuckled. “Don’t think I’m letting you off the damn hook though, Santana. I don’t want Sammie drinking. She’s not even eighteen yet and you’re letting her hit the hard shit. Some guardian you’d make if I ever died.”

“Pop, don’t talk like that,” I frowned. I’d be lost without him. I’d already felt the blow of losing my mother I didn’t need to feel it a second time.

Pop came over, tousled my hair a bit and said, “I’ll be fine. Just watch out for your sister, please.” I’d watch out for her. I just didn’t know if it would be as her big brother or something else…

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