“I know you didn’t,” I say. “Come here,” I add while opening my arms to her. She comes to me with ease and snuggles her head into the nook of my shoulder. Then, she lets out a contented sigh.
“Will you come lay down with me, Hunter?”
It was a simple question, but startling in its intimacy. I didn’t know what to say at first. Running my fingers through her hair, I breathed in deeply of Catherine’s intoxicating scent. Then I nodded.
“Of course, sweetheart. I’d love to cuddle.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want,” Catherine said as she raised her head a bit.
“No,” I said holding fast to her. “Let’s do this.” There was no way I was going to let her be. Not after what she just gave me.
But then, Catherine has second thoughts.
“We probably shouldn’t,” she says, pushing me away. “I forgot Angela will be home soon. If she finds you in my room, then it’s all over,” she adds as tears pooled in her eyes.
This is the perfect opportunity for me to jump in and tell her that Angela and I are broken up. Maybe we only officially broke up a couple days ago, but we were done a long time before that. There was no feeling between us. We were only together because we’re the popular people at Mesa, and everyone expected us to be together.
But I should leave that conversation to Angela. This is her sister, after all, and I don’t want to come between sisters. Instead, I stroke Catherine’s hair gently.
“You’re right, that wouldn’t be such a good thing.”
The curvy girl shoots me a disappointed look.
“And you should probably get dressed too, Hunter. We wouldn’t want Angela barging in here with you this way.”
Glancing down I nodded and laughed. I was still stark naked and my cock hung against my thigh, purple and huge.
“Yeah, this would be a bit bad, wouldn’t it?”
We both laugh, and dressing quickly, I stood at the head of the couch. Catherine kept her eyes down, refusing to look at me.
“You should probably go,” she finally says in a quiet voice. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, and Angela will be home soon.”
Again, it’s the perfect time for me to say something to alleviate her guilt. But instead, I nod my head.
“Sure, see you around, sweetheart,” I say in a low voice.
Then, I walk to the front door and leave. Once I’m outside, remorse fills me. Did I just take a young girl’s innocence, only to leave her feeling guilty? But soon, Angela will reveal the truth, and perhaps Catherine and I can start anew.
7
Catherine
I sit in the kitchen of our small apartment, lost in thought. Rubbing my fingertips over my lips, I can’t help but think of Hunter. His sweet taste still lingers on me as if he just kissed me. I can still feel his large hands running over my curves as he groans throatily in my ear.
I should feel guilty, but somehow I don’t. I’m not even sure how I should feel, to be honest. Should I feel like a criminal? Should I feel happy? Should I jump with joy before breaking down into tears? Probably all of those things, seeing that he’s my sister’s boyfriend. I have no claim to him, and no right to his body or soul. But what about last night? Was that something I can build on? Or was it a desperate moment of weakness on his part?
Thoughts swirl about my head, making the matter even more confusing because even if we want this to work, what do we say to my sister? What will Angela say if we tell her? Will she kick me out? Where will I live if she throws me out for sleeping with her boyfriend?
But that’s getting too far ahead because I don’t even know if Hunter wants this. Again, last night might have been a one-time mistake, and maybe even now, he’s regretting it.
My heart clenches as if an invisible hand clamped around it. The crushing sensation was almost too much to bear as I chewed on my lower lip nervously. Tapping my foot on the floor, I tried to push out all thoughts of Hunter. But no matter how much I tried to ignore him mentally, there he was. His handsome face captivated me, holding me in thrall.
“Enough,” I say out loud while shaking my head.
Suddenly, there’s a noise at the door.
“What are you going on about?” Angela asks, letting herself into the apartment. “Talking to yourself again, Cat?”
Even though I grew up with her, the image of my sister still makes me catch my breath because Angela’s gorgeous. She’s got long golden hair that flows over her back like a cape, and a dainty nose that looks like a ski slope. Her physique is perfect in a tiny cheerleading outfit with a short white skirt highlighting her long, tan legs. She also has an ample bust and narrow torso, shown off to their best advantage by a white cheerleading crop top. After years of sisterhood, I’m still shocked that we’re related.
I was going to spill my guts to her about me and Hunter, but no words come out. My mouth merely opens, and then closes again.
She glances at me, taking a sip of her boba tea.
“Ugh, this is gross,” she says, throwing it in the trash. “How can they charge eight-fifty for this?”
Then, she turns to look at me again, and shakes her head when she sees what I’m eating.
“You know, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are all sugar and fat. I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.”
Her offhand comment snaps me from my reverie. My sister is a bitch, and I’d forgotten because of her angelic appearance.
“Thanks for telling me,” I say tightly. “But PB&J is comfort food for me.”
My sister merely shrugs.
“You know, Cat, there is a reason why you’re overweight. If I were you, I’d start watching what I put in my mouth,” Angela says as she moves to cupboard to pull out a mug.
“Angela,” I begin, pulling in a deep breath as my eyes dart to the table. I want to scream at her, but this isn’t the time to lose my cool. I have important information to impart, and I need to deliver it in a calm, deliberate tone.
Go on. Tell her. It’s the only way you’re going to be released from this guilt.
Pain stabbed my heart. It was swift and sharp like an arrow piercing the very core of me. The air around me seemed to be too thin for my lungs.
“There’s something I have to tell you,” I manage to say in a strangled voice. Chewing my lower lip, I pull in a long deep breath, ready to blurt the truth. But my sister cuts me off.
“Cat, you know how much I hate when you mumble,” Angela says as she takes a sip of water. “Mumbling is low class. Can’t you tell how well I e-nun-ciate? It’s because I’m going to be a newscaster, so I have to be very aware of my diction. You should too.”
I nod.
“Okay, sure.”
But Angela’s already lost interest. She’s strolling off to the living room with her phone in hand.
“By the way, did I tell you about last night? Oh my god, so hilarious!”
Kill me. Kill me. I don’t need to hear about your night out. I need to tell you something, Angela.
But instead, I put a false smile on my face.
“Fun night?” I ask, trying not to allow my voice to give away the pain in my chest. My eyes dart to the white plate before me with the gooey peanut butter and jelly sandwich I’d been picking at.
Suddenly, my sister swivels around.
“Catherine,” Angela’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “Is there something going on with you? You seem off today.”
Oh shit, she knows! Maybe Hunter already told her. Of course there’s no way to hide what I did.
My throat goes as dry and my stomach heaves. With each moment, my heart pounds in my ears, and I can barely hear over the din. Pressing my lips together, I think frantically about what to say.
I slept with Hunter.
Right, like that will go over well with her.
“Cath-er-rine,” Angela’s voice pierces my fog. She’s enunciating carefully, obviously practicing her newscaster diction. I look up.
“Yes?”
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��Nothing,” she says coyly. “Why, what’s going on with you? Normally you don’t look so frazzled. Did you meet a boy?” she asks. Then, a peal of laughter exploded from her lips as she shook her head. Angela’s face scrunched as she cracked up, tears practically spilling from her eyes.
“No, I didn’t meet a boy,” I say tightly while lying through my teeth.
She nods, still laughing.
“I know you didn’t.”
Oh, if only my dear sister knew.
But then Angela gets a sneaky look on her face.
“Yeah, so about my night last night. Did I tell you? I was with Duane and he’s sooooo virile. We were doing …”
But the rest of her voice blurs in my head because I can’t believe my ears.
“Wait, who’s Duane?” I ask.
She stops and looks at me.
“The guy I’m seeing of course.”
I stare at her.
“But what happened to Hunter?”
Angela waves her hand in the air carelessly.
“Hunter? Seriously? That boy is last season.”
My heart pounds and I can barely hear myself over the rush in my ears.
“What? Since when?”
Angela looks unconcerned.
“Since a few days ago. Or a week ago. I don’t know, it’s old news. Like I said, I’ve been seeing Duane, who’s about a thousand times hotter. He’s a real man, not a college boy.”
“Wait, back up, back up,” I say. I lifted my hand up and shook my head. “You and Hunter were like the hottest item on campus and now you’re not. So what happened? Why the change of heart? Did you catch him cheating on you or something?”
“Oh nothing like that,” Angela says, while flipping her hair. “He told me he was moving, that’s all. Something about playing in the NFL. Of course, this whole NFL thing was just bullshit for the longest time. After all, Hunter’s good but he’s not that good, and I never believed that the scouts were serious. But, whatever. I guess dreams do come true. Let him focus on his rookie year in the NFL. Chances are,” Angela leaned in and pulled her lips into a wicked little smile. “He’ll be cut before the year is out.”
I stare at her. This bitch is a mean one, and I can’t believe she’s saying this.
“I think he’s going to do really well, actually,” I announce. “Hunter’s really talented.”
Angela waves her hand in the air again.
“What would you know about it? He’s overestimating his abilities. I mean really. There’s no way I would have let him go if he was actually talented. My life would be set, if you know what I mean.”
Blinking I can’t believe what she’s saying. The words ring hollow in my ears. I knew my sister was shallow and vain, but was she a heinous gold digger too?
“You know, I think he’s going to do really well in the NFL, Angela,” I say in a neutral voice. “Maybe you missed your boat.”
She shakes his head.
“No, I don’t think so. He’s a bit on the small side for a pro football player. He’s only six four, and you know some of those guys are refrigerator-sized. Besides, Hunter was getting boring. He didn’t want to go out and party anymore. He wanted to eat healthy, stay home, sleep, and even give up booze! I mean, who does that?”
I try to stick up for Hunter.
“Well, he was getting in shape for the season. Maybe he didn’t want to have a hangover during practice.”
Angela shakes her head.
“No, he just got old and boring somehow. Now Duane, there’s a real man. And he has the potential to really go places. I won’t be surprised if he becomes a star one of these days.”
I stare at her.
“Why, what does Duane do?”
She giggles.
“You won’t believe this, but he’s a movie producer.”
I blink.
“Like the kind that works in Hollywood? What has he produced? Anything I know?”
Angela giggles again.
“No, not that kind of movie producer. He makes X-rated films. You know, the kind that have girls and guys going at it without their clothes on.”
I stare at my sister.
“Are you serious? He works in the adult industry?”
Angela nods happily.
“He does, and he doesn’t just produce.” She lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Sometimes, Duane even acts in his movies. He also says that I’m exactly what they look for in a starlet, and maybe he and I can do some scenes together.”
I stare at her.
“Angela, you can’t,” I say in a choked voice. “I thought you wanted to be a journalist. A newscaster on TV, even.”
“Oh that,” she says airily. “I do want to be a journalist, but I can be both. I can be a journalist who has a secret life as a porn star.”
I stare at my sister, almost unable to breathe. Does she realize how ridiculous she sounds right now? No one’s going to take her seriously once her NC-17 films come out. What is she smoking?
“Duane told you all this?” I say.
“Yep,” Angela nods cheerily. “It makes sense after all. People who are talented in front of the camera should be able to leverage that talent into other areas. X-rated areas, if you know what I mean.”
I shake my head.
“I don’t know about this …”
My sister merely pooh-poohs me again.
“You’re such a stick in the mud, Cat. Seriously, you and Hunter both! You’re like the Amish. You know, those people who don’t use any technology.”
I shake my head.
“This is nothing like the Amish, and the Amish would definitely not approve of your acting in X-rated films.”
“I know,” Angela smiles coyly. “That’s why it’s perfect.”
I stare at her again. Has my sister gone crazy?
“So when Duane makes his blockbuster film, you’re going to be right there at his side, aren’t you?”
“That’s the idea,” Angela said with a wink. “And let me tell you, Duane is something else,” she moans as she closes her eyes. “He was over here a couple nights ago and showed me exactly what I have been missing. He made me come so hard I thought I was levitating. Literally, I felt my soul leave my body, my pussy was contracting so much,” Angela says with a saucy smile.
That brings me to a halt.
“Wait, what?” I ask.
Angela smiles like the cat that got into the cream.
“Yeah, you heard the screams, didn’t you? And the bed knocking against the wall? That was all Duane,” she breathes while closing her eyes. One hand slips down between her thighs, and if I’m not mistaken, my sister is touching herself through her panties.
That’s it. I’m not staying here anymore. Evidently, the night of raucous love-making that I thought was Hunter and Angela, was actually Angela with Duane. Holy shit! And when Hunter and I made love yesterday, he and my sister were no longer an item.
This changes everything. I make to stalk off, but then I spin around one last time and pin my sister with a look.
“You know, Hunter came by yesterday,” I say.
“I know,” she says, smiling again. “Did you bump into him?”
I don’t answer the question.
“Why was he here?”
Angela shrugs.
“I think he wanted to pick up some of his things, and drop off some of the things I’d left at his place. Oh, and the key. He said he left our key on the table for me. There it is,” she says, pointing to a key on the kitchen counter. “That’s all he was doing.”
Oh my god, oh my god. Is this really happening? No. It can’t be. But then again, Angela said it: she and Hunter are no longer an item.
My heart races and swallowing hard, I force the lump in my throat down. All the guilt and pain I’d felt before dissolves magically as I watch Angela pick up her phone.
“Hi, Duane?” she purrs. Then she strolls into her room, and the door shuts with a click.
For the first time i
n twenty-four hours, I feel free. Relief washes over my frame, and joy sweeps me off my feet as I rise and pick up my plate to take it to the sink.
I didn’t steal Hunter. He’s free to be with whomever he wants. This is perfect.
My eyes dart to Angela’s room as loud cooing noises and smacking sounds seep through the door. Whatever. It isn’t my business anymore.
Hunter is free to date me!
A smile kissed my lips as I brushed my fingertips over my mouth. Thoughts of him flowed to the front of my mind as my heart fluttered. Hope filled me as I ran to my room and launched myself onto the mattress. The bed squealed under my weight, but I didn’t care. My cell phone felt like a hot iron in my back pocket as I contemplate calling him.
So, Hunter, do you want to go to dinner?
So, Hunter, do you want a repeat of last night?
So, Hunter, do you like how that feels?
My fingers twitch and my palms grow sweaty as I pull the phone out of my pocket. Staring at the black screen sends hot shivers coursing through me.
But then, reality strikes.
“Maybe I should let him call me, instead of me calling him,” I mumble. “Do I seem desperate?”
Suddenly, a wave of insecurity makes me fall to my bed. Hell, I don’t even have Hunter’s number. Last night was so unexpected that we forgot to exchange contact information.
The phone drops lifelessly from my hand. Sure, Hunter and I made love last night. Sure, he’s not my sister’s boyfriend anymore. But it sounds like he’s already left for the NFL. So where does that leave me now?
This has all been a huge mistake. He probably isn’t thinking about me at all. Last night was just a good time in the sack for a single man. Why not, if the girl is willing? This is Hunter Brody, pro football player, and I’m just… me.
8
Catherine
“Well, what do you think it means?” I ask. Glancing over my shoulder, I stared at Corinne, praying she would have the answers I needed.
“Honestly,” Corinne said, shrugging. “I’m not a dream expert. Are you sure you aren’t over thinking things like you always do?”
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