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When my flesh contracts around him to take him deeper, he obeys me. He takes me ferociously, as impatient to reach the paroxysm of his pleasure as I am.
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“Ladies and gentlemen, we have just landed at Portland Airport, it is currently 10:13 a.m, and the outside temperature is sixty-two degrees—”
I’m already not listening to the captain’s words. I squirm gently in my seat, my inner thighs still sore from the night before. A silly smile comes to my face as I think about what happened. I accepted Tucker’s proposal, and I know we’ll have sex many more times. But not today. Today, I’m in the city that saw me grow up. I’m picking up my little sister, then we’re heading back to Denver this afternoon. I’ll have her with me for a week on this vacation. To say I’m happy is an understatement. I have missed her little face so much. I want to feel her against me, I want her to tell me about all of her crushes, about the latest dirty tricks she played on our aunt.
I need to know she’s okay.
After another security check, I finally arrive in the space where the passengers’ families are waiting. I stand up on my tiptoes, my only bag slung over my right shoulder.
Finally, I spot her. Agnes looks in all directions, going through all the faces until she finds mine. Beside her, perched on a pair of cherry red pumps, my Aunt Emma is waiting. Eyes glued to her cell phone, she doesn’t notice me. She frowns and runs a hand over her black sheath skirt, removing a few imaginary folds.
I turn my attention back to my 9-year-old sister, who stifles a yawn. It’s Saturday, I’m sure she stayed up late last night, excited about coming to my house for a week. But before that, the three of us have to have lunch and get her things before our afternoon flight.
When she spots me, her tired little eyes widen.
“Iriiiiiis!” she shouts, running towards me.
My heart tightens, happiness filling me. My eyes shine, but I push back my tears. I bend down and pick her up, and she wraps herself around me. She has gained weight, that’s a good thing. Just not for my muscles that are threatening to give out.
Her crystalline laughter echoes in my ears. I hold her close to me.
I hear the sound of heels walking towards us. I gently release my little sister, dipping my gaze to my aunt’s as she purses her carmine lips.
“Your flight was late. If I had known, I could have left the house later and finished the urgent file waiting on my desk.”
I put a fake smile on my face. She’s the one who has to raise my little sister until I get the judge’s permission to take her under my wing. I must remain cordial with her, even though I know that these next three hours will be hard to live with.
“It’s her flight that was late, you have to complain to the pilot, auntie,” replies my little sister, her fists on her hips.
Emma raises her chin and looks at me.
“Nice to see you,” I say with a falsely friendly look.
Oh yes, the next few hours will be long…very long.
40. Family Conflict
Iris
Agnes throws herself into my arms once again, wrapping both her legs around my waist. I hold back an expletive as I catch her before she falls.
“Did you only eat protein bars or what?” I tease her gently. “You look like you’re 12, not 9.”
She laughs, pressing her forehead against my neck. “No, but I ate a bunch of candy behind Aunt Emma’s back.”
I can’t hold back a smile. Seeing that my aunt is already starting to walk away, I hold my sister while praying that my bag doesn’t fall off my shoulder.
When Agnes finally unhooks from my arms, I run my hand through her hair, making her wince.
“But Iriiiis, my hair was done.”
“Really?” I say, pretending to think and starting to touch her long hair again. “Well, I hadn’t noticed.”
We are both exact duplicates of our mother. Our father, meanwhile, was a tall, dark-eyed man, like my aunt. Like him, she has that little something in her eyes that attracts. When my father or my aunt would walk into a room, I remember that everyone would turn to them, as if struck by the aura they gave off. But while my father was a sunny person, smiling kindly at everyone he met, my aunt never smiled. She never smiles.
She’s not a bad person—my little sister would never have been left with her otherwise—but her behavior is cold.
