Broken Submission

Sister

"I had a really good time today," Amelia said as they reached the door to the hotel room. Her shyness returned as they slowed to a stop, and her eyes flicked toward his face and back again as she hid behind her hair. 

Derek reached out and tucked the strands behind her ear, leaning toward her with a smile. "So did I. So, uh, are you going to invite me in?" he murmured.

"Well, I'm pretty sure your sister is still in there," she giggled. "Plus, the night's not over yet."

"Oh?" he said, eyebrow raised. 

"If that's okay with you," she rushed.

Derek grinned, leaning against the doorway. "Absolutely, sweetheart. What did you have in mind?"

Mischief danced in her eyes. "It's a surprise. Freya is going to help me though."

His eyebrows hitched even higher. "Wow, you two have really gotten comfortable with the scheming, huh?"

Instead of being chastised, Amelia grinned. "Yup. Whatcha going to do about it?"

Derek stepped forward, predatory look gleaming in his eye, and just then, the door swung open, and Freya--quickly assessing the situation--snatched Amelia right out from under his nose and slammed the door, leaving him staring in shock.

"I'll pick you up at nine!" he heard his sister yell through the door.

"What the--" He yanked on the door handle, but it refused to budge. "Son of a--Freya, give her back!"

He heard gales of laughter coming from the room but no response. Huffing, Derek glared at the door. 

He was going to murder his sister.

***

Amelia hunched over, giggling like a maniac. "His face--" she wheezed.

Freya grinned at her, decidedly red in the face. "Girl, I had to get you out of there. That boy was ready to ravage you on this shitty hotel mattress, my presence be damned."

"Shitty?" Amelia questioned, sitting down and bouncing on the mattress. It was far more comfortable than the one she'd been using.

"It loses points for each occupant. Anyway," Freya clapped her hands, "We've only got two hours to make you presentable."

Amelia glanced down at herself. "We need all that?"

"Mhmm," Freya hummed. "And where did you get those leggings?" she asked. "There's no way I approved that."

Amelia's cheeks pinked. "Derek bought them while we were out. He thought I was too cold."

Freya's eyebrow quirked--making her look very similar to her brother--when she saw the blush on Amelia's face. "Alright, up you get. Hop in the shower and make sure you shave everything," she huffed. "I'm not going through all this trouble for you to have missed a swath of that forest you've got going on under there."

Amelia's cheeks darkened another few shades, but she hurried into the bathroom without a word. She hadn't let it get that bad.

***

It took almost the entire two hours just to get Amelia clean and slathered in enough makeup to drown Barbie. Freya refused to allow her to look in the mirror until her look was complete. But it felt like she'd used every single ridiculous product overflowing from her monstrous makeup bag. She even put makeup on Amelia's boobs. Who does that?

Amelia was shifting around, glancing nervously at the clock when Freya stepped back with a satisfied smile.

"You're ready."