HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Bad Influences & Jet Skis

"Ati, be still."

I giggled, "But it tickles," I whispered as I tried to remain put as she carefully layered the ointment on.

Mili only shook her head to herself as she glanced up through the mirror, and said—

"They're going to know."

And yes, I knew that our friends would immediately know that our break was over. 

Of course, that was obvious.

But Mili's not referring to that.

She's referring to the fact that they'll know about how crazy we just fucked each other.

"It can't be that bad," I said.

Mili immediately gave me a deadpan look, clearly disagreeing with me.

"Look at your back—and look at my neck," Mili said as she turned my back to the mirror.

And low and behold, the red scratches running down my back.

Mili had covered them in ointment to make sure I would be all good, but they still don't seem like they'll fade until at least tomorrow.

And then onto Mili's neck—which seemed to have small subtle bruises from me sucking and nipping at her skin.

They really don't even have to ask us anything—

Anyone with eyes will immediately know what went down between us.

"Well, it's obvious who topped who," I subtly murmured under my breath.

Mili raised a brow at me, "What did you just say?" she said as she suddenly grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her.

I stared up at her innocently, "What me? I didn't say anything," I said, clearly playing it off.

Mili nodded once as she looked down between my eyes, "Right... because the ones who top can repeat themselves," she determined.

And I couldn't miss her sudden amused smile when I gave her a narrowed look.

But before I could say anything, Mili managed to say, "But I'd love to hear you repeat yourself Atiana."

Just like that, my face was burning red, knowing that if I really did repeat myself we'd probably miss jet skiing altogether.

"I didn't say anything," I whispered, fighting back my shy smile.

Mili hummed to herself, "That's what I thought," she determined as she reached up to gently pull some of the baby hairs out of my ponytail to frame my face, "Otherwise, a lot of people would've been hearing my name tonight."

I fake pouted, "Why can't you just let me have my moment?" I said as I looked up at her.

Mili's lips twitched up into an amused smirk, "Because then you forget who's who—"

I inaudibly gasped when she turned me around and easily pressed her hand to my back— forcing me to bend over the cold bathroom counter.

A warmth immediately prickled my skin as soon as Mili gripped the end of my ponytail and pulled my head back, "Did you want me to show you? Or did you prefer to walk?" she casually asked me. 

I peered back at her through the mirror, feeling my face burn and my jaw tighten.

And as a silence grew between us, Mili raised a brow, clearly wanting a verbal answer from me.

"I know who's who," I finally said.

Mili gently let go of my ponytail, "Good to know," she murmured as she guided me to stand fully before pressing a soft kiss to the back of my neck.