I go to the fridge and get all the ingredients for hot chocolate. I’ve decided to make it from scratch, so it’ll be extra thick. I melt chocolate then add milk, sugar and cream until it’s perfect. Once I’m done, I grab a wooden tray, place mugs full of steaming what is essentially melted chocolate and head downstairs. As I descend into the basement, I don’t hear any sounds of a movie. I see Oliver and Scarlet sitting and talking.
“Hey, guys. Hot chocolate’s ready.”
They jump up and each takes a mug. I place the tray on a table and we all go sit down; Scarlet sits in between the two of us. We all sip our drinks.
“Oh, my god, Caden! This is so good!” Scarlet has made a bit of a mess on her face but doesn’t seem to care. Truthfully, we’re all being a little messy. Thick hot chocolate can be hard to drink.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.” I’m waiting for either one of them to start the movie, but no one makes any moves. “Did you guys pick something for us to watch?”
They both stop drinking and give me a funny look. Did I say something wrong? We did say we were going to watch something, right? They look at one another and Scarlet softly says,
“Let’s drink our hot chocolate for a little bit and then we can watch the movie.”
They proceed to sip their drinks suspiciously. We get about through half of our hot chocolates when Scarlet suddenly jumps up, “Let’s start the movie!” She takes my mug, and her and Oliver go put them on the table. They stay by the table, whispering. It’s obvious they’re planning something, but I can’t even warrant a guess.
“Is everything okay, guys?” sweat starts to pool in my palms – from my nerves, not the hot mug.
Neither one of them makes any immediate comment. Oliver comes back over while Scarlet goes over to the controls for the projector and screen.
“We were talking about the film we chose. We just want you to like it is all,” Oliver grins. That just makes me more suspicious.
“You guys aren’t planning something weird, right?”
“What would you consider weird?” Scarlet is still by the control pad, and Oliver is obviously trying to keep me distracted. I try and look at Scarlet, but Oliver turns my face back to him. I try to avert my eyes to watch Scarlet,
“You know what I think is weird? We’re brothers. What’s going on? Why are the two of you being so shifty?”
“No reason. We just-” Before Oliver can finish, it looks like whatever film the two of them chose is starting. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out what’s going on. Scarlet has made her way back to our seats, but now I’ve stood up, flustered.
“Did you guys really pick a porno?” I know it sounds dumb since Oliver and I sleep with the same women, but this is territory I’ve never breached with him. We’ve never watched pornography together. Scarlet gets up on her knees in the seat and grabs onto my arm to keep me from moving,
“Come on, Caden. What’s the big deal? It’s just porn. You watch porn, right?” Scarlet softly tugs on my arm. I look around her to Oliver, but he just shrugs. I wonder what she said to convince him to do this. She tugs on my arm tighter, pressing the side of her chest against me, “We don’t have to do anything. Let’s just try watching it for now… Please?”
I don’t want to bail on the two of them. Especially after I was telling myself earlier to make more of an effort to connect with Scarlet. Maybe this will help. I sit back down and Scarlet lets go of my arm. She and Oliver are fixated on the screen. I take a second to look at them, wondering what’s going through their minds. I reluctantly join them in watching what’s on the screen. As I settle in, I realize it’s not too over the top. They’ve chosen something that’s actually not half bad. I shift in my seat as I feel my penis get harder. Neither has made any substantial movement, and I don’t want to be the first one. Soon, I feel a hand on my knee, and it is Scarlet’s. She draws circles on my leg with her middle finger. I look down at her hand and then up at her. I try to say something,
“Wha-” But she interrupts me,
“Why don’t you try and relax?” She looks at me like I should know what she’s talking about.
“I don’t know what that means…” I know I’m a little tense, but I don’t know how Scarlet expects me to deal with it. I think I’m just generally tense, and I’ve learned to live with it. Instead of elaborating immediately, Scarlet takes my hand and places it at the hem of my boxers.
“What do you think I mean?”
I’m starting to get an idea. Typically, I would be completely down for this, but the added dimension of the porn has made me gun shy.
“I don’t know, Scarlet…”
Scarlet takes her hands off my leg and settles back into her seat. “Do you prefer to watch?” Scarlet doesn’t wait for an answer, and instead slips her hand into her underwear. I can’t see exactly what her fingers are doing, but I know they’re moving back and forth. Scarlet arches her back. “Is this what you like?” Her voice purrs low and sultry.
“I like a lot of things.”
Oliver moves over and starts to kiss Scarlet’s neck, the two of them egging me on. Scarlet squirms more in her seat, and I can’t just watch anymore. I nudge Oliver and he moves off of her. Scarlet takes her hand out of her panties and pushes herself back up so she’s sitting straight in her seat. I kneel in front of her and place my hands on her knees to open up her legs. I slowly insert my index finger into her. She reflexively pushes her legs together, but I block it with my body. I lift myself up so that I’m on top of her as I pump my finger in and out of her pussy. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper,
“Is this what you like?”
She nods and I slip another finger inside. She bucks into my body, and I grin from doing a good job.
“Do you want me to go faster?”
“Yes.”
My sole focus now is getting Scarlet to have her orgasm. Everything fades away as I insert my third finger. I can feel her walls tightening around my fingers. She’s wet and ready, and I want to stick my dick in her. But it’s not the time.
“Jesus, Scarlet. You’re so wet and hungry.”
Her breathing picks up; she’s climbing higher and higher. She tightens and then I feel the shudders. Her body rolls against mine. She takes a deep breath, and I withdraw my fingers, placing them at the edge of her mouth,
“Here.”
She opens her mouth and licks her juices off my digits.
“How do you taste?” I stare her down, soliciting her answer.
“Ready for more.”
I’m about to move forward with more when I hear the doorbell. It immediately takes me out of the moment and I stand up quickly. I look at Oliver with alarm all over my face. Oliver mirrors my fear. None of us is dressed appropriately enough to answer the door. Oliver stands, and we take a few steps away from Scarlet so we can talk.
“Who do you think it is?” he whispers. Who, indeed. No one ever comes here unexpectedly. We picked this cabin because of how secluded it is.
“I don’t know. Let me think…” I try to figure out how we should handle this, but the porn is still going on in the background, which is incredibly distracting. “Can someone turn that off?” I snap. I hear the edge in my voice and feel remorse. I don’t want Scarlet to see me like this – Oliver has plenty of times – but we do almost everything together. Scarlet is such a new person in our lives; I don’t want to scare her away this early on. The projector turns off and the lights switch on. Scarlet must’ve taken care of it. When I look at her, though, she’s back in her seat. She looks alarmed.
I try to talk more calmly this time, “I’ll get the door, you go upstairs with Scarlet and put on some clothes in case you guys need to come to the door.”
Oliver nods in agreement and then asks, “But what are you going to wear?”
“There are some clothes in the den. I’ll be fine. Just get her upstairs.”
Oliver goes over to Scarlet and has her get up. She’s asking him a bunch of questions that he’s not answering. I let them go up first, following closely behind. I wait for the two of them to disappear upstairs and then cover myself up. There’s a pair of sweatpants in the closet, and I throw them on. I open the door, and I’m surprised to see,
“Jeremy?” What is he doing here? “What are you doing here?”
He pushes passed me, obviously cold. After taking a few seconds to warm up, Jeremy removes his scarf and answers me,
“Winston sent me. He wanted me to check up on you guys.” He’s looking around, trying to find something, so I step in front of him, blocking his way in.
“Our father sent you to ‘check up’ on us?” I’m royally annoyed now. Jeremy’s our father’s right-hand man. From what I can tell, he does all the dirty work.
“He’s worried about you guys. You don’t call. You don’t text. Not even a single email.” We don’t call, because we have absolute disdain for him and the way he does business, but I can’t say that; Jeremy would report it all back to Winston. Instead I say,
“He’s worried about his business prospects. And we’ve already told him we’re taking care of it. Anyway, we’re fine. You can go.”
Jeremy has been around our family too long to be easily susceptible to my intimidation. He tries to move around me to look upstairs,
“I’d like to say hello to Oliver before I leave.” This nosy son of a bitch. “Ah. Oliver!”
I turn and see Oliver coming down the stairs. He is distinctly sans Scarlet, and I pray she doesn’t come down.
“Jeremy! Sorry. I was working in my room, but I heard your voice and came to say hi.” Oliver had always gotten along better with Jeremy. He also dislikes him… strongly, but he’s hidden it a lot better. “We’d love to chat, but we’re awfully busy. Next time call so we can have a longer visit.”
Jeremy nods, seemingly satisfied with Oliver’s explanation. He heads back to the door, rewrapping his scarf, “You boys should call more often. Your dad would love to hear from you.”
“Of course. We’ll do our best. Have a safe trip home,” Oliver pats him on the back.
Jeremy leaves the cabin, and I’m finally able to relax. I look at Oliver, and we both start to laugh. Oliver rubs the back of his head, “Oh, my god. I do not like that man.” Because he is the worst.
“No one likes him. Not even Winston likes him.” Our laughter dies down then I remember that Scarlet is upstairs. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah. She wants to know why we were freaking out so much.”
I run my hand through my hair. I thought we could get away for a few days, but obviously, I was wrong. We go upstairs and head to Oliver’s room where Scarlet is supposed to be. We enter and she’s lying down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. When she hears us, she sits up and crosses her legs. No one says anything for a couple seconds, the tension palpable. I make the first move by sitting down on the bed next to her. Oliver goes to stand at the foot of the bed and says, “Sorry about all of that. We never get unexpected guests, and we were worried something might’ve gone wrong.”
Scarlet looks down at her hands, twisting them in her lap. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
I look at Oliver, not sure what to do. There’s so much to unload, but I don’t know if now is the time to get into everything.
Oliver places a hand on her shoulder, and she looks up at him. “A colleague of our father dropped by to see if we were okay. We were just surprised to see him. We’re also not his biggest fans.”
“Is that all?” Not even close.
“That’s the gist.” Oliver crosses his arms. We’re both closing ourselves off from her, and I think she can feel it. And just when things were getting better, too. I can see her starting to retreat in response to our standoffishness.
“I think I’m going to go to sleep. I’ll see you guys in the morning.” Scarlet moves around the two of us and gets herself off the bed. She goes to the door and looks at us one last time before leaving and closing the door behind her.
Oliver sits on the bed. “I think we fucked up, brother.”
Oliver is right. Too many sects of our lives are starting to cross over, and we are not handling them well. We’ve always been better at keeping things separate but apparently not this time.
I’m so tired and spent; I don’t even want to move. “We should also go to sleep. I’m tired, and I don’t think we’ll be great problem solvers right now.Can I sleep here tonight?”
Oliver gives me a surprised look. “We haven’t slept in the same bed in years. Not that I’m saying no; I’m just surprised.”
“So, I can sleep here? Awesome.” I move and get under the covers. Oliver joins me and we turn and face one another. “We have to go and see Dad when we get back.”
“We would have had to do that anyway.” He’s right, but now I’m going to be even angrier. I’m so sleepy that I find myself in a deep sleep rather quickly.