Chapter 26: Everything - Cole

Monet giggles as I help her to my suite, Antoine, the wide receiver staying next door, eyes her bare legs hungrily.

"Eyes in front, Antoine." I warn him, and he quickly unlocks his door and goes inside.

"Antoine is cute." She giggles, while leaning against me as I take my keycard from my pocket.

"He's not cute to you."

She stumbles through the door, and I wait until Luke and Amy, who is riding piggy on his back, go inside before shutting the door.

"I'm sleeping with Luke tonight." Amy announces, her red cowboy hat in the air as she pretends to ride a bull.

These girls can't drink for shit.

"You're gonna get me into trouble." Luke says, but with a smile on his face.

"Trouble is my middle name." She humps his back.

I should intervene, but the sick weirdo inside me doesn't want to.

"No fucking." I tell them instead.

"Who's fucking tonight, who's fucking tonight, who's fucking tonight." Amy sings, having Monet doubled over with laughter.

"Monet, go to bed." I order.

"Monet, go to bed." She mimics me, and laughs again. "Let's dance, Cole, put on some music!"

"Yes! Music!" Amy jumps from Luke's back and starts gyrating her hips.

"No." My voice is firm, and I open my bedroom door and lightly push Monet inside. "Take off your shoes, I'm getting you something to drink."

"Yes! But not beer, I don't like beer." She falls on the bed, struggling to take off her boots. I go over to her and pull the boots from her feet, then she wriggles her toes covered in socks printed with hearts. "I need to pee."

I'm dying today. The Lord is going to come take me for the sins I'm committing.

Because why am I not stopping her when she gets up from the bed and reaching for her panties underneath the skimpy dress and dropping it just there before she brushes past me on the way to the bathroom?

I'm stuck standing there, holding my breath, wondering how the fuck my night got so lucky.

I hurriedly go to the kitchen and get three Gatorades with pain killers, something I read online about it helping to minimize a hangover in the morning.

I open Luke's bedroom first, the big guy really has his hands full with Amy, she's on top of him kissing his neck while he just lays there with his arms stretched across the bed like she's attacking him.

"I said no fucking." I say without any heat to my words. How can I make them act responsible when I'm thinking outrageous thoughts? "Drink this now."

Amy groans, but gets off Luke. "You're such a party pooper, Cole."

"Do you want your father benching Luke?" I'm not letting shit happen to my boy, not when we came this far by sheer hard work.

She drinks the painkillers with the Gatorade before flopping on the bed next to him, mumbling something about staying a virgin forever.

Monet walks out of the bathroom with one eye open, and my heart skips a beat. She takes the pills and drink from me and gulps almost half a bottle down before pulling back the covers of my bed and climbing inside. It doesn't take long for her breathing to even out, and I walk around to her side, bending down to look into her face.

"Monet?" She doesn't stir, then I do something we used to do when we were kids to check if the other one is really asleep. I pinch her on the arm, but she still doesn't move.

I stand back, telling myself I shouldn't do what I'm thinking of doing, but the other part of me that is sick and depraved doesn't listen. No, that guy that I wished I wasn't, go back out to Luke's room to check up on them. Amy is sprawled across Luke's big torso, and he is sleeping wth his mouth open, so I quietly pull his door shut .

I lock my door behind me, just for good measure. You never know when someone wakes up and decides to come in here. They might catch me in illicit acts.

I slowly undress while I watch my little sister sleeping, and I fold my clothes and leave it on my chair by my desk. Usually I'd just leave it on the floor, but I know how she hates a mess. I hook my thumbs in my boxer briefs and pull it down too, leaving it next to her panties on the floor. That is what it would look like if she were mine. I would fuck her every day, she wouldn't even need to wear underwear.

I walk around to the side she's sleeping on again, tugging on my dick and putting it on her lips. What would she look like with my cum on them? Would she lick it, and enjoy the taste? I slowly pull her bottom lip down, opening her mouth slightly and the head of my dick gets slightly wet. My balls draw tight, ready to blow by just having her lips against me.

If I ever got the chance to fuck her, I would probably cum the second my dick is inside her.

I step back from her. I'm not gonna cum yet, she's in my bed with no panties on, I'm seeing that pussy spread open for me tonight.

I switch off the main light, and switch on the bedside lamp, the light much more dim and intimate.

I slowly get into bed next to her, but yet again she doesn't even move from where she's lying on the bed under the covers. I peel it back like I'm opening a present, revealing the white dress that was short to begin with, already ridden up. My eyes are on her face when I slowly get up on my knees and climb in-between her legs. She doesn't even move her head, so I let myself look. The trimmed hair on top of her mound gives way to slim pussy lips, and like the first night she slept over here, I run a single digit through her lips, slightly teasing her hole. Her pussy looks so small, it would break if I ever fucked it.

I really want to push my finger inside, feel how tight she is, but I know that I'm the first man to ever touch her like this, and she would definitely feel something is wrong when she wakes up. So I only rub my dick slowly while I pull the lips of her pussy open, my mouth watering to just give myself one taste, so I do it. I bend down, my eyes on her face and I lick through her folds once, groaning when her musky taste hits me, so I give myself one more lick, but then another, and I circle the tight bundle of nerves, the want for her so big that I cum in my hand.

I reluctantly get up and cover her again, cleaning my hand with the shirt I took off.

I lick my lips, knowing this is not the last time, I need more.