A TASTE OF CANDY POISON

CHAP 18🌸

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Justin was still nuzzling into the crook of my neck, his body heavy and warm against mine, when the door creaked open again.

This time, it wasn’t one of the twins barging in with their usual energy. It was Auntie Alissa—Justin’s mom—her voice cutting through the quiet of the room like a gust of wind.

Ohh thanks God, finally.

"Justin, it's time to go home," she called out softly, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. She raised an eyebrow when she saw us tangled together on the bed, and I could already feel the heat creeping up my neck, embarrassed by how we must have looked.

Justin didn’t move right away. Instead, he let out a long, drawn-out groan like a child being asked to leave his favorite playroom. He nuzzled his face further into my neck, his arms tightening around me as if that would somehow make his mom forget about him and let him stay.

“Justin, come on,” Alissa said more firmly, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice now. “You can’t stay here forever.”

“I don’t wanna go,” Justin muttered, his voice muffled against my skin. He shifted slightly, his body still pressed against mine. It was like he thought if he held on tight enough, his mom wouldn’t be able to pull him away.

I stayed silent, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the weight of Justin on top of me, the awkwardness of the situation growing by the second. My arms were pinned beneath him, and it wasn’t like I could push him off without making a scene in front of Alissa.

“Justin,” Alissa said, her tone softening as she stepped further into the room. “You’re acting like you’re five again. Let’s go.”

He groaned again, louder this time, as he reluctantly shifted off me. I took the opportunity to sit up quickly, rubbing my wrists where Justin had pinned them earlier. Justin shot me a quick look, a little grin tugging at the corners of his lips, but before I could respond, Alissa grabbed his arm and began pulling him toward the door.

“Come on, enough of this,” she said, tugging him like he was still a little kid who didn’t want to leave a playdate. And in a lot of ways, he was acting just like that.

Justin whined under his breath, dragging his feet as his mom pulled him out of my room. “But I wasn’t finished talking to him!” he protested, his eyes darting toward me as if pleading for help. I just sighed and got off the bed, following them both out of the room.

“I’m sure you’ll survive until the weekend,” I muttered under my breath, though Justin pretended not to hear me.

As I trailed behind them down the stairs, I could hear the sound of the twins’ laughter echoing from the living room. Kayce and Micky were playing some kind of wild game that involved shrieks of joy and an excessive amount of running around, no doubt wreaking havoc in the process.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I spotted Tristian, my twin brother, sitting on the floor with the girls, half-heartedly playing along with their game. His expression was a mix of patience and mild amusement, though I could tell he was more than ready for some peace and quiet.

Tristian glanced up when he saw us enter the room, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Justin being dragged along by our Aunt. “Time to go already?” he asked, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Aunt Alissa nodded, giving Justin another tug. “Yep, before they destroy your house.”

Justin dug his heels into the floor, still trying to slow his mom down. “Mom, seriously, I’m fine! I don’t need to leave yet.” His voice was filled with the same childish whine, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

Aunt released him with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, if you want to make it difficult…” she muttered, letting go of his arm and giving him a playful push toward the front door.

The second she let him go, Justin saw his chance. With surprising speed, he darted back over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a tight hug before I could react.

His tall frame practically engulfed mine, and before I could push him away, he buried his face into my shoulder like he had earlier.

“See?” he said, his voice muffled. “I’m not ready to go yet. I haven’t spent enough time with him.”

“Justin,” I groaned, trying to wiggle out of his grip, but he held on tight. “You’re seriously acting like a kid.”

Tristian, still sitting on the floor with the twins, just chuckled softly, watching the scene unfold. He didn’t say anything, but I could see the amusement in his eyes.

Aunt shook her head, clearly used to her son’s antics. “Alright, enough. You can hang all over him at the beach this weekend.” She gestured toward the twins, who were still happily playing. “We need to get these two home before they crash.”

Justin reluctantly released me, finally stepping back, though he gave me one last look, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. I shot him an annoyed glance, but there was no real heat behind it. He was annoying, yes, but he was still my cousin, and despite how irritating he could be, I couldn’t hate him for it.

As they all began to gather their things, Micky and Kayce dashed over to give me quick goodbye hugs, their little arms wrapping around my waist before they hurried back to their mom.

“See you this weekend!” Micky called out with a wave as they made their way to the front door. Kayce followed suit, her smile wide and full of excitement. “Don’t forget! We’re building the biggest sandcastle!”

“I’ll be there,” I replied with a small smile, feeling the weight of their enthusiasm settle over me.

Justin was the last to leave, giving me one final, exaggerated pout before Aunt Alissa herded him toward the door. “See you this weekend,” he said, his voice light, but there was something in the way he looked at me, something I couldn’t quite place.

I didn’t respond, just nodded, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched them head out the door.

Aunt turned back as she ushered the twins out. “See you boys at the beach!” she called with a wave, before finally pulling Justin out the door behind her.

"Thanks Aunt!See ya!"

Tristian stood up from where he had been sitting with the girls, brushing off his jeans. He walked over to me, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “Looks like you’re going to have a busy weekend,” he said, his voice light with amusement.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I guess so.”

He gave me a sideways glance, that same teasing look he always had when he knew more than he let on. “Justin’s still as clingy as ever, huh?”

“Don’t remind me,” I muttered, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at my lips. Tristian could always see right through me, always knew exactly what to say to make me laugh, even when I didn’t want to.

“You’ll survive,” he said with a grin, clapping me on the shoulder. “Besides, it’s the beach. What’s the worst that could happen?”

I gave him a sideways look, my mind already racing with possibilities. Knowing the twins—and Justin—there was no way this weekend was going to be peaceful. But then again, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

“I guess we’ll find out,” I said finally, turning toward the stairs.

Tristian smiled, giving me a nod. “Yeah, I guess we will.”

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Guess what?
To be honest,I feel shy to publish the 'sex'(scene) chap 😅