Wicked Little Sins

Vinnie

Vinnie stumbled into the dark bedroom, running into a chest at the end of Everly's bed. He cursed silently as the pain radiated in his toe. He really had to take a leak. He had way too many shots of Jack with Ned, and now he was paying for it. He could usually handle his liquor, but tonight, for some reason, it had actually affected him.

Finally out in the hallway, he hiccupped, found the bathroom door, and opened it. Charley let out a scream as she dove for the robe on the bathroom hook, her face as red as a beet.

"I didn't know anyone was awake," Vinnie said. He wasn't bothered in the least. He'd caught a nice glimpse of her breast and was impressed—the girl had a nice rack on her. He'd never gotten a good look before, she was always covered up.

Charley screamed, pushing him out the door.

"Charley, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to look," he whispered at the door. Seconds later Charley cracked the door open, a face mask on. Her robe securely tied. She did her best to stare him down.

"You do know my sister has a bathroom in her room don't you?" she snapped.

Vinnie held back the urge to laugh. She was so prudish for such a beautiful girl.

"I did not know that. But I do now," he said.

She finally came out, rather unnerved. Vinnie had some nerve, she thought. She never let anyone see her naked, not even her sisters.

"You have been here before, Vinnie. God, sometimes you're nothing but a perv." She slapped him on the arm, heading down the hall.

Vinnie shook his head, knowing she'd be giving him the evil eye in the morning at breakfast.

He hurried back to bed. Being in the hallway made him uneasy. All those pictures of Sandy, but no Sandy was enough to make him batty. He wasn't a superstitious man, but he got a bad feeling being in the house.

Pulling the covers back, he found Everly's leg and ran his hand up her silky nightgown. He was immediately aroused. She was asleep and he wished she would wake up. He pushed her hair away from her face, kissed her cheek, and waited for a sign she sensed him. When there was no response, he continued.

Her breathing seemed to stay the same. Every few seconds, Vinnie slid his hand up her leg a little farther.

"What are you doing?" Everly whispered. She focused in on his face, annoyed he was even touching her as she slept.

"I want you," he whispered. He moved closer to meet up with her mouth only to feel a stinging slap across his face.

"You have two hands, go jerk it in the bathroom!" she yelled, flipping over. All of a sudden she was vertical and as mad as a hornet. "My mother just died and all you can think about is getting some!"

And with that, she flung herself back down, almost knocking him off the bed.

Vinnie was flabbergasted. He knew she was cranky when she slept, but this was over the top. He silently stared off into the dark room, unsure of what to say next.

"Do you see how you're acting, Everly?" he asked, waiting for another smack.

"Her funeral is in a couple hours and you want to have sex. Do you see how you're acting?" she asked, enraged even more now.

"I don't know what you want from me. Would you rather me get it somewhere else?" he asked.

Everly couldn't believe he would ask such a thing, at a time like this.