YOU DON'T OWN ME.

8.

IT WAS THE next morning, and I was still in shock. I was still so flustered and tingly, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how I'd react when I saw Christian now, but I didn't want to leave. No, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I understood, more than ever at this point, now why my sister couldn't leave this man. They have sex, all the time. I mean, it's not like they're quiet, but all he did was eat me out and I was ready to risk it all for this man. I mean risk it all.

Hopefully, he'd finally been back to work now and I can have the whole penthouse to myself. I deserve it for all the pain my ears (and eyes) have endured during my oh so wonderful stay.  I stretched and sat up, yawning as the sunlight peeked through my curtains. The nearest article of clothing to me was a silk baby pink robe that Ana gifted me on sixteenth. You couldn't imagine how pissed I was at my sister for giving me just a robe for my sweet sixteen, but all that anger faded away when I actually let that present hit my nude body for the first time. Can I just say; heaven?

I tip-toed barefooted out of my room, down the spiral staircase, as quietly as possible. Ana and Christian were all snuggled in the family room, channel surfing. They were cute. Barf in my fucking mouth. I was now walking closer and closer to the sofa, which is so unlike me. If I'd seen them as I was trying to smuggle food into my room, I would only make an annoyed gawking sound if the refrigerator made too much noise to which Christian would always reply, "I heard you anyways, Bigfoot."

My sister was laughing, obnoxiously, way too loud at something Christian said and by the time the laugh-snort combo had finished, I rounded the last end of the sofa and both of them paid no mind to me. I cleared my throat, "Good morning, family." I plopped down onto the couch, right beside Christian. He ignored me. I frowned, "Hi, Dev!" Ana said, I falsely smiled. Why wouldn't he look at me?

"What are we watching?" The sound of the same downwards button clicking over and over again was getting irritating, then it stopped. Finding Nemo. Real cute. "Oh, I love this movie!" Of course she did. We used to watch Finding Nemo religiously on my birthdays when I moved in with the Steeles. Mom said it reminded her of us, I was Nemo, she was Marlin, and Ana was Dory. They weren't 'complete' until she found their missing piece. Me.

Ana had sat up straight and situated herself on the other side of the couch, so into the movie that she everything else had died out in her world. "Babe." Christian said. No response. "..Babe?" He repeated, staring in Ana's direction. Still, there was no response. "Alright, you did it to yourself." He placed his hand on my knees, it slowly crept up my leg until it reached the beginning of the fabric. Christian slid his hand underneath, all the way up to my pearl. One finger, was sliding up and down at the slit. Two fingers, used to rub my clit in a circular motion. My mouth slowly opened and I closed my eyes, biting my lip. Three fingers, pushed past my lips and slid inside me. He kept a slow pace at first, then he sped it up. I tried to cross my legs, but he interlocked one of them in between his. I wanted to look at over at Ana, I wanted to see her expression. But it didn't matter. She wasn't paying attention to him. She never did. I paid attention. Four fingers, I hadn't realized. Twisting and turning inside me as my hushed moans played like music to Christian's ears. I know she heard this. I know she heard how wet I was for him. For her man. I know she saw this. I know she saw how happy I was making him. Giving him all the attention that she never did.

I came, on his fingers, as I should've. He was so satisfied, when he pulled his fingers out of me, he stuck them all in his mouth and pulled them out slowly. I wanted to kiss him, for him to fuck me right there. But I couldn't. He couldn't. He wasn't mines. I laid my head on his shoulders and pulled my legs to my chest. Christian's arm wrapped around my shoulder and he pulled me in closer. I smelt him. He smelled like her. If I had ever kissed him, he'd taste like her. If we ever did fuck, he'd already been inside her. Touching her. Loving her. Fucking her. It made me mad. Something that would be so perfect for me, my precious sister had.

This was wrong, so wrong. I didn't care. At all. I stayed awake all night, thinking about him. About us. About the things he could've done to me. I thought about a possible future, but then I realized that it would never happen. He's never going to be with me. It will never work. I should stop whatever this is before it gets out of hand. I needed a sign, anything, something. I looked at the television, and that's when Dory said.. "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming." So, I'll do that exactly. I was going to keep swimming.