Fireflies at Midnight

ELEVEN 11

It was around 2 o'clock when Kathy's car door slammed and she began barreling through the front door. Eric, Aaron and Evelyn had sat around the kitchen island, talking about their plans for the day. It was unexpected for her to show up seeing as she hadn't called any of them.

Evelyn offers a small smile to the older lady and it's returned. However, Evelyn can see that she's sour. Her face looks sour and her mumbled replies helped to confirm their suspicion.

Kathy ventured her way into the bedroom, giving a scowl to Eric as he tried to grab her wrist. He rolled his eyes, looking at Aaron and shrugging his shoulders. It was situations like this, actions like those that made Evelyn not give two fucks about her.

A part of Evelyn triumphed in the fact that she got fucked in that same bedroom last night. If their situation had been any different, she'd gloat about it. She'd rub it in her face, make her feel terrible about how shitty she treated Eric.

Evelyn never considered herself a good person. She didn't pride herself in being either. As far as she was concerned, respect was given where it was received. No one deserved respect based on their age, gender, life, etc. That's what was wrong with the world.

"So, has anyone decided on what we actually are going to do? We've discussed ideas for the last hour." Eric stands up, walking to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He brings two more back, one for Aaron and one for Evely. His fingers brush against Evelyn's ever so slightly as he hands it off.

"So I was thinking about going to the movies. There's one out that's called Grapple that I've been wanting to see. How does that sound, love?" Aaron asks, reaching a hand over and placing it on Evelyn's own.

She smiled, wrapping her hand around his and giving it a squeeze. There was such a love/hate relationship complex that they had that it almost kept Evelyn on her toes. One day they were on top of the world, the next day they fell into a pit.

"I'm fine with that." It was a bland response. Eric looks over at her, eyes speaking a thousand words.

There's so many things that Evelyn wished she could say to the man. So many things she wanted to show him, wanted him to feel. And in the rushing 5 minutes they may get alone here and there, it doesn't seem possible.

Evelyn, sitting directly between the two men again but on the opposite side of the table, inches her foot closer and closer until she feels a leg. She's watching both boys, unsure of which leg she touched. That is until Eric's eyes slam upwards and lock onto hers.

She rubs it up his leg, feet clad in only the socks she'd previously put on. Her head rests in the palm of her hand, convenient in the way that it blocks her eyes from Aaron seeing exactly where she was looking. Her foot finds a resting place against Eric's crotch, watching every detail of his face for a reaction.

Evelyn expected him to move back, push his chair away and stand up. She expected him to close his legs and turn to Aaron, leaving it virtually impossible for her to touch him. If he would have done anything other than scoot closer so her foot pressed flat against him, she wouldn't have been surprised.

But here he was, eyes flickering ever so slightly to Evelyn's as he pushed further down. His hand drops from the table, grabbing her foot and pushing it harder against his cock. He was hard, it was easy to tell the outline.

She looks at Aaron, his face buried into his phone as he looks for things to do. Eric isn't paying mind to her visually, but his hand is placed firmly on her foot, stroking a finger gently across it.

"So guys, have you thought of anything specific yet besides the movies?" Aaron asks, looking up at Evelyn.

"Hm, not really. Unless we went bowling or something." Her reply to Aaron is perfect in hiding the fact that she's rubbing his dad's cock under the table.