TwoSins
1123 Words
Isabelle
The first thing that greeted me this morning was the throb in my head, sharp and gnawing, making me regret every drop of alcohol I took yesterday night.
Rubbing my temples and wincing, I forced myself out of bed.
Deep voices—that husky familiarity, Daniel and Henrys— filled every corner of the apartment.
They were already up? They drank like thirsty, wild animals, ending up in a state worse than mine. And somehow they had woken up earlier than I. More energetic than me.
I dragged myself out of the room and headed to the kitchen. As I stepped into the kitchen my breath stopped.
They were shirtless. Both of them.
Daniel was making his protein shake, and his biceps twitched with scoop he took and poured the powder into the glass. His n*****s dark brown against the golden tan of his skin. His trousers hung low, showing me that sharp V that made me thirst for something else than water.
Henry was at the counter sipping from the protein shake, his hips angled temptingly. He shot me that knowing smile. I didn’t know if it was because of what we did last night, or because he caught me staring at Daniel.
“Look who's up,” Henry said.
Daniel snapped his head up. “Sleeping beauty,” he said, “I thought you were dead,” he teased.
Slowly, I walked, ignoring how my thighs clenched with every step. I settled on the stool on the other side of the kitchen island.
“How was the party?” Daniel questioned, mixing his drink.
“She's definitely had fun,” Henry said, winking at me as something flickered across his eyes.
Last night flashed through my mind. How those fingers felt on my clit, his breath hot against my skin, and my thighs clenched.
Still behind Daniel, he lifted his fingers to his full lips as they formed the most seductive shhh I’ve ever seen.
The secret we created last night made me feel dirty. And that somehow made it hotter.
Daniel’s eyes darted between Henry and me. “You had fun?”
Shyly, I ran my fingers across my shoulder blade. “I didn’t have fun. The party was just there,” I said, too quickly like that could erase the pleasure I experienced last night. “The party was okay.”
“Okay?” Daniel scoffed. “If you didn’t sit like you were part of the furniture, it would’ve been more than okay”
I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, I wasn’t twerking like other girls.”
“I would have loved to see that,” Henry said, his gaze never leaving mine. Like he had said something wrong, he quickly said, “Water? Do you need water?”
Daniel shot him a sharp look, earning a shrug from Henry.
Although Daniel had said he didn’t see me as his sister, he had this protective expression on his face.
Henry headed to the fridge and brought out a bottle of water. He stepped close, too close to me, like he wanted to snatch the air around me. Close enough for me to see how his n*****s were firm against his chest.
I swallowed as it took utmost self-restraint not to pinch it. Not to twirl my tongue around it.
His arm muscles tightened beneath his pale skin as he snapped the cover open. “Here.” He handed it over to me.
“Thank you,” I said, reaching for it.
Henry made sure our fingers touched, and he held on like he too wasn’t ready to let go.
My body shriveled in response to his touch.
“Hey,” Daniel’s voice cut through. “Are you hitting on my sister?” He turned to Henry.
The air shifted
Letting go, Henry shrugged. “Why would I do that?” He returned to the counter and resumed drinking his shake
“Back off. She’s my kid sister,” Daniel replied, his voice tightening with protectiveness.
“Step,” Henry corrected.
“Doesn’t change anything. She’s still my kid sister.”
Henrys flicked his gaze upward. “She’s above eighteen, she’s not a kid,” he said, his voice rough at the edges as though he was irritated.
The air tightened as both of them narrowed their gaze at each other.
I should have walked away right now, but I felt glued to my seat.
Henrys exhaled. “Calm down, I’m not hitting on your baby sister,” he said, “just gave her water to drink.”
Silence stretched for a while before Daniel’s expression. “If you’re horny, I can find a new girl for you,” he said, “but my sister is off limits.”
Henry’s brows knitted together. “Are you trying to say I can’t bag bitches on my own?” His tone was soft.
Daniel chuckled. “You easily get bored, you need an extra supplier.” He swung his hand over Henry. “That’s why I’m here for you.”
As both of them engaged in a soft banter, the air lightened.
But not for me. Daniel’s words took root in my mind. Henry easily got bored. My stomach twisted.
I sipped from the water like it could dislodge the lump that had formed in my throat.
Both of them move around the kitchen, rinsing out the glasses. Daniel stretched his hand to drop the glass in the cupboard, and I caught a glimpse of his lower back. Henry joined him, to drop his cup. Their frames were side by side. Two sculpted backs facing me.
And for a moment, it was like their broad shoulders were competing for space.
The sight of them didn’t just look good. They looked delicious. Like two very different varieties of sin, I shouldn’t indulge in.
The air in my lungs suddenly felt tight. And for a moment in my head, I’m between both of them, their hands on my body turning into a playground.
Instantly, my body flushed hot. I felt my p***y turn wet—too wet—as my body craved them.
If only Henry could make me tremble like that, imagine what two of them could make me feel.
The more I imagined, the more I felt something warm slipping down the crack of my ass.
Then it hit me, the guilt, coiling in my chest, thick and unforgiving.
I shouldn’t have such thoughts if I wanted to keep my virginity.
I jerked up from the seat. “I need to prepare for my classes,” I said before scurrying out of there.
I needed to find a new house or I might just end up f*****g both of them.
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