Christopher
After school, Max and I weave through the mass of students flooding out of the classrooms, to the Central Area lockers to meet our siblings.
Evangeline is the first to greet us with a bright smile. She detaches herself from Asher's arm and waves.
Those two have been awfully close lately.
"Hey, guys!"
Lucas flips his hair, hefting Evangeline's bag higher up on his shoulder. "We can stay with you for lunch, but I have plans after."
Asher shares the sentiment.
Hm. So just Max, Evie and I, then.
We grab a quick lunch in the canteen. I keep expecting for Daniel to pop up and say hi, maybe steal a chicken wing or two off of our plates, but obviously, nope. He's still on break. We all miss Owen and Daniel, I think. Hopefully, with time, they solve all their issues.
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After Lucas and Asher depart, Evangeline pipes up.
"Wanna go to the mall?"
Max cocks his head at her inquisitively as he scoots closer to reach the sugar sachets over her head on the opposite side of the table for his coffee. Her face is millimeters away from his chest.
Is she...blushing?
I blink, and the flush is gone.
"Yeah, sure. We've got nothing to do, anyway."
Evie claps her hands. "Yay!"
I pause, catching a whiff of my uniform. I wrinkle my nose.
"Before we leave, though, let me change." I'd mistakenly though there was soccer practice today, and brought my extra bag. Since I'm all sticky from PE today, I might as well make use of the spare set of clothes I have on me.
Changing in the bathroom, I trade the restrictive, stuffy uniform slacks for my comfy sweatpants, and my starched, stiff button up for my dark hoodie. Strangely, there are patches that look like grass stains on the knees and ass, and just like this morning, the hoodie smells strongly of my stepsister.
Unable to help myself, I lift the material of my hoodie to my nose and inhale deeply.
No one's watching.
Evangeline's soft, subtly sweet scent fills my nostrils. It sends electricity zapping straight to my cock.
Fuck.
In mere seconds, it's semi hard. Just from her smell. But how? There's possible explanation, of how one of my rarely used articles of clothing smells so strongly like the one girl I can't have. Am I hallucinating? I have half a mind to whack off right here, getting off on the smell of Evie. I reach into my pants and palm my cock indecently, biting down on my tongue to stop the moan reverberating through me. I contemplate not washing the hoodie when I get home.
I rip my hand away from my throbbing member at the pinch of guilt, fighting the urge to groan in disappointment at the loss of pleasure. I can't do this. Not now. What kind of creepo keeps a shirt that smells like his sister? To bury his face in in every night and jack himself to oblivion?
Call me a perv, creepy as it may be, believe me, the temptation to do so is barely resistible. Especially when she leaves those stringy little pieces that Mom sends her from overseas strewn all over her room. She's a neat person, but in the morning rush, she tends to leave anything and everything everywhere. Seriously. Once, I even found one of those pleated school skirts, in a specific size that made her ass look so hot, halfway out in the hallway. Evie must've had kicked it and not noticed in her rush. I had hesitated for a moment, before chucking violently back into her room.
Quickly gathering my things and adjusting myself (a near impossible task), I hurriedly exit the bathroom to meet my twin and Evie outside.
"Ah..." She sees what I'm wearing. Her face seemingly falls, eyes widening, colour blooming on her cheeks. Unconsciously, she bites her lip. It's so sexy, I almost groan aloud, cock twitching again. Her eyes flick downward, and the pinkish colour on her cheeks deepens to a rosy red.
Fuck. Can she see how hard I am? I hope I'm not leaking.
"Uhm, all done?" I nod in response, my brows knitting at her bizarre reaction, not trusting myself to speak. Every time I breathe in, all I can smell is the intoxicating scent clinging to the fabric of my shirt, making a dull ache radiate from my dick.
Shit. She blinks, snapping out of her trance and slips both her small hands into our proffered arms. Max shoots me a weird expression.
"Um, never mind. Let's go!"
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Evangeline
"So, what're we doing here?" Max shoulders my bag, despite it weighing a ton his and Chris's hands wrap around mine snugly. My heart warms, feeling fluttery.
"I wanted to take you on a shopping trip!" I swing their arms between me, grinning at them shyly.
Max smiles fondly and raises his brows. "Oh, what do you want? More socks?"
I shake my head, feeling the smile grow wider. "No, silly. For both of you." They both look surprised. I smile invitingly.
"I don't know what teenage guy like to shop fore, so which store do you wanna hit first?"
Happy Easter! So I know the story's dragging on forever, but it'll be finished in another 20 chapters max. If I made this promise previously, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!! I swear. 20 chapters. Hang in there!!!
