Chapter 4 Why leave so soon?

"This shouldn't be on you!" He patted my thigh through my skirt. "You should wear a bikini like the others do, and enjoy yourself!"

I chuckled bitterly. "I don't have a body like Carla has."

He smiled wider while he still looked into my eyes.

"No, you look better! I can clearly say that I have the most beautiful sister, so you shouldn't feel ashamed, Cora!"

I sigh this time as I move out of his embrace, feeling disappointed. For a moment, I thought he might have started to see the woman in me.

"Why do you need to go so far as Connecticut?"

He smiles. "Because Yale is there."

"Both of you leave me alone," I say. "What would I do if they started to bully me again at school?" I asked him, lowering my head.

"Just harden yourself a little. Don't let them bully you. Go to the teachers if necessary."

I have many things to say to him, but I can't because someone opens the door suddenly.

"What the hell are you two doing in here? There’s a gigantic party outside!" Ethan shouts, and Spencer storms out of the bathroom with a broad smile as if I’m not even there. My heart is heavy, as I loved to be there with Spencer, but I sighed and followed them outside.

Carla always stayed close to Spencer, and because of the alcohol, he didn't seem to mind. He held her close like she was his girlfriend, and when I saw Carla turn around, pushing her backside to Spencer's lower abdomen, I decided to get inside my room before I started to cry.

I stand up suddenly and enter the house. I run to my room and close the door behind me. My heart is racing, and I feel restless. I want to stay and see if Carla reaches her goal, but it hurts too much. I don't want to witness her success.

I sigh and go to bed, pulling the quilt over my head to cover myself completely. The music and laughter from outside make it hard for me to fall asleep, but eventually, I manage.

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes in the morning is the quiet. I get out of bed and go to the window. The garden is a mess, and no one is outside.

I head to the bathroom and prepare to go downstairs. I don’t see anyone on my way to the kitchen. Everyone is probably sleeping in the guest rooms. I focus on making breakfast, but what has bothered me since yesterday makes me anxious.

Wanting to know, I leave the kitchen and go upstairs. I walk to Spencer's room and gently open the door. I only need to open it a little to see his bed, so I take a deep breath and look inside. Finally, the stone that has been sitting on my chest since last night falls away. He is sleeping soundly in his bed, alone.

I make myself breakfast and eat at ease.

When they finally appear, it’s two o'clock. They all suffer from headaches and drink gallons of water. Spencer looks terrible, but to me, he’s still gorgeous.

After everyone goes home, the boys retreat to their rooms to rest. I feel bored; the house is empty and quiet.

In the evening, I go to my room and take a shower. I didn’t like not seeing the boys all day, but I understand they need to rest.

I decided to take a bath. After filling the vast tub, I got naked and sat in it. While I enjoyed the water caressing my skin, I closed my eyes. I thought about the moment when I was in the bathroom with Spencer.

I recall when he held the hem of my shirt, and his fingers touched my bare skin.

I imagine his fingers tracing my skin up to my bra, and he cups one of my breasts. He starts to massage it, which makes me close my eyes. On the other hand, he focuses on pulling my skirt up.

His hand slowly slips between my legs, and while he kisses my neck, he caresses my pussy through the thin material.

I am getting wet and want more. With soft moans, I let him know how good it feels. He pulls my panties to the side, and he continues caressing me. I am moaning even louder when he stops suddenly and turns me to face him.

He makes me sit on the countertop and moves my legs apart. He kisses me passionately while he takes his stone-hard cock out of his shorts and pushes the entire length of it inside me.

Feeling his cock slipping deep inside my vagina, stretching my inner walls, makes me moan into the kiss. He thrusts like we are in a rush, but I don't mind. I want him to climax. He moves even quicker, and he stops kissing me. He gasps and moans even louder, and I orgasm with him at the same time. Spencer and I both forgot what consequences our carelessness could lead to.

He wants to pull out, but I hold him back. He smiles, and he pushes his still hard cock back deep inside me while he leans in and kisses me. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and we are kissing each other for a long time.

I open my eyes to return to reality. Many times, I calmed myself by imagining him with me, but each time, my chest felt heavy.

After each orgasm, I have to face the sad truth that my imagination will probably never become a reality. Spencer is my brother; everyone believes that and loves me as if I were only his sister.

The next morning, when I walked downstairs, I found everyone in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Cora," my father greeted me coldly, reminding me that I should have greeted them first. His behaviour never surprises me; since I was little, he has consistently praised my brothers but never me. But this time, I remember something that I forgot to think about on the weekend. Perhaps he already knew that I had disobeyed him.

I stepped toward Mum and kissed her on the cheek.

"When did you arrive?" I asked.

"Early in the morning," Dad replied.

"Did you have a good time?" I turned to Mum.

"Oh, yes, darling. The Maldives are even more beautiful each time we go," she answered.

We were having a quiet breakfast when, just before I left the room, they stopped me.

"Get ready. Today, we're having a special dinner to say goodbye to the boys," Dad said.

I frowned and looked at Spencer.

"Aren't you leaving next week?"

Spencer smiled and glanced at Ethan, who also smiled.

Tomorrow is Monday. That is next week."

"True," I said, quickly leaving the dining room to hide my frustration.