Oliver stands up with me and grabs the two empty glasses, “We’re going to have a lot of fun.”
I nod and smile, thinking about the possible things we can do with Scarlet. It’ll be a weekend to remember. Oliver goes to the kitchen, and I head upstairs. It dawns on me I still haven’t fully wrapped my head around what has transpired… or more like what is transpiring. Then again I also haven’t been thinking clearly lately. Hopefully, a good night sleep will help. Stripped down to my boxers and a T-shirt, I slide into bed and try and get some sleep.
Chapter 10 – Oliver
Based on the talk I just had with Caden, I don’t feel like he’s one hundred percent comfortable with everything. He’s reverted back to being quiet, I mean, he’s generally quiet, but now it’s much more pronounced. Maybe it’s because Scarlet has been around for such an extended period of time. Her presence is highlighting some things. He did seem more relaxed after our drink, but that side of him needs to become more ubiquitous. He’s a fun guy, and I want Scarlet to see that.
I place our glasses in the dishwasher and head upstairs to my room. I reach the top step and see Scarlet peeking out of her bedroom. I can’t quite tell what she’s doing except for the fact that she’s trying to be really quiet. She looks down the hall, away from me and steps out slowly. After closing her door, she turns in my direction and when she sees me on the stairs, she jumps.
“Oh! Hi, Oliver.” She’s completely caught off-guard it’s almost kind of charming. I take a few steps towards her and she leans into her bedroom door.
“Where are you headed off to?” I put my hands in my pockets to maintain a relaxed stance, but I am very curious. Scarlet looks down, biting her bottom lip. It can’t be that embarrassing, can it? “Is it that bad?” There’s a hint of sarcasm in my voice that I think she picks up on, because she looks up at me with a slight smile.
“No, I just wanted to take a look around the house.” Scarlet is different in more ways than one. A small tour wouldn’t be too out of the way. Whenever we bring someone new here, we usually start with a tour.
“I can show you around.”
Scarlet twists her mouth to one side and appears to be thinking. She gives a curt nod and says, “Yeah, okay.” She pushes herself off the door, and we head back downstairs.
We move passed the living room since Scarlet already had a chance to look around it. We enter the kitchen. She’s in awe again when she lets out, “I can’t believe you guys live like this.”
“It is kind of fancy.” I take a moment to appreciate what Scarlet’s seeing. It’s a fully decked out kitchen with elaborate trimmings. It’s a generous-sized room with olive green cabinets over charcoal black marble countertops, enclosing a stark black island counter with matching bar stools. I also eye the various high-tech appliances that Caden uses: a full stainless steal French Door refrigerator shining across from a double-stacked oven and microwave. “I’m not much of a cook. Caden’s the one who gets the most use out of the kitchen.”
Scarlet hops onto the counter and swings her legs. “Are you guys going to cook for me?”
I go to the counter and lean against it, arms crossed, standing next to Scarlet. “Would you like that?”
Without saying anything, Scarlet takes her hands and gently tugs at mine. I let her uncross my arms, and she runs her hand up my sleeve to the hem of my suit jacket and pushes it off my shoulders. It falls to the ground.
“I’d like a lot of things.” She begins to move her hands to my buttons, but I stop her.
“Do you want to see the rest of the house?”
Scarlet looks taken aback but regains her senses. Caden and I aren’t against having sexy time without one another, but I feel this time we need to be extra careful. Our relationship with Scarlet is delicate, and it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“Yeah, sure.”
I drop her hands, and Scarlet jumps off the counter. We stand facing one another. It’s a little awkward, but I shake it off. I lead her into another room off the kitchen. It’s a game room. Scarlet walks around me and goes into the room. There are many ways to entertain oneself in the room. We put in video games, board games, a pool table and whatever else a person could think of. “Is the entire house this cool?”
“I guess…”
Scarlet goes and sits on one of the couches. I sit across from her on the other couch. Scarlet is lying down and rolls over to her side so she can look at me,
“I kind of understand the… arrangement you have with Caden but not really.” She’s nervously grasping her hands, her voice not as clear or confident as before. “I just don’t really understand how I’m supposed to fit in.” She takes a deep breath. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
A lot of the women Caden and I have been with often bring this up. Usually, I give them a stock answer with reassuring optimism but ultimately give them the option to leave, but with Scarlet, I don’t want her to be gone too quickly. She seems like someone who would fit right in. The way her eyes twinkle with curiosity and how her voice seeps with intrigue piques our interest, and it’s stunning that she is natural at mindfully considering both of our presences; chemistry has been brewing since we met, and after a few experiments already, I want to continue getting mixed up in her into an eruptive fury of passion.
“It’s not really something that’s easily explainable. Just keep to what you’re comfortable with. Caden and I do like more ‘out there’ things, but we’ll only do what we can all agree to.”
“So, does it always have to be all three of us?”
I shift in my seat a little. She’s obviously referring to earlier in the kitchen. I scratch the back of my neck, not completely sure how to move forward.
“It’s more complicated than that…” Caden and I have been through a similar problem before, but now didn’t feel like the time to go over those kinds of things. It would probably be better to wait for Caden to have this conversation.
Deep in thought, I don’t notice that Scarlet had fallen asleep. I stand up to cover her with a blanket then go upstairs to my room. I take off my clothes and get into bed. It takes a little bit of time for me to fall asleep, but I eventually do. My mind is stuck on what Scarlet said and figuring out how I’ll talk to Caden about all of this.
Chapter 11 – Caden
I wake up the next morning and head downstairs. I don’t hear anyone else, so I assume Oliver and Scarlet are still asleep. I go into the kitchen, thinking about what I’ll make for breakfast. There’s a jacket on the floor. I pick it up and deduce it’s Oliver’s. I mean, it has to be his since mine is in my room. I hang it on one of the chairs by the island. Waffles sound good, so I grab the ingredients to make them. I turn on some music and start cooking. I turn on the waffle maker and pour in the first batter when I hear noise coming from the game room. Scarlet comes out of the room, rubbing her eyes.
“Oh, hey, Caden…” She walks over to me and takes a look at the waffle maker. “What are you doing?”
I turn slightly so I can face her and respond, “I’m making waffles… for breakfast.”
Scarlet reaches across me and sticks her finger in the batter then she licks it off, looking at me. “Tastes good.” Scarlet leaves the kitchen and heads upstairs. Not too long after, Oliver comes into the kitchen.
“Good morning, brother.” He comes over and pats me on the back. “Is this for all of us?”
“Duh.” I finish up and place the waffle stack on the island. Before taking a seat, I go and grab stuff for toppings. Oliver takes a seat next to me, and we both start eating. I point to his jacket and ask, “I found that on the floor this morning. Did you drop it last night?” Oliver puts down his fork and looks at me.
“I was going to tell you about it. Last night, Scarlet and I-” But before he can finish, Scarlet enters the kitchen and interrupts,
“Good morning!” She sits opposite of us and grabs a few waffles. It looks like Oliver is going to drop the conversation from earlier. Scarlet ta
kes a few bites and with a full mouth says, “These are delicious! Are they from scratch?”
I nod, a little embarrassed. “Yeah. Waffles are one of my specialties.”
“Oliver was telling me last night that you’re the cook in the family.”
I glance at Oliver, intrigued by what Scarlet’s saying. Maybe that’s what he was trying to tell me. I don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but my mind is starting to race, insecurities in full bloom.
“Yeah, I guess I am. Oliver can cook a little, though.”
Oliver playfully punches me in the arm. “I’m nothing compared to Caden. He’s like a professional chef.” Oliver always upsells my skills, but I appreciate the compliment.
We continue to talk over breakfast and basically zip through all the waffles. Scarlet offers to help with the dishes, but I tell her not to worry about it.
“Well, I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll see you boys later.” Scarlet goes back upstairs, leaving Oliver and me alone. I begin to load the dishes into the sink with Oliver helping me.
“Did you want to tell me something earlier?” We both stop cleaning up.
“Yeah. Last night Scarlet wanted a tour of the house. We didn’t get very far, because she fell asleep in the game room.”
“Is that it?” I can tell Oliver is nervous. I don’t want him to be, but I also want to know what’s bothering him so much.
“She asked questions about the arrangement. She wanted to know if it would always be the three of us, and I think she was asking, because in the kitchen, she removed my jacket and tried to unbutton my shirt, but- I don’t know. I started to feel weird about the whole thing, because it felt like I was going behind your back, and with everything that has happened, I don’t want things to sour between us.” Oliver rarely gets this flustered. The few times it’s happened it was due to something stressful.
“Take a breath, Oliver.”
He takes a deep breath and calms down. I continue, “I trust you, and I know you wouldn’t do anything so calm down. And it doesn’t always have to be the three of us. It’s always been like that.”
“I know you know these things, but sometimes it still eats away at me.”
Even though Oliver and I look different on the surface, we can be extremely similar. When our anxieties surface up, they manifest in an almost identical way.
“Did the waffles help?”
Oliver takes a second since the question is kind of odd, but he breaks into a smile, “Yeah, they did. You are a good cook. You should let me compliment you more.” The tension leaves his shoulders and Oliver’s back to his usual self.
We finish loading the dishwasher and go in the game room. Oliver goes over to the T.V. as I sit on the couch in front of it. He finds a game for us to play and starts up the game system. We’re playing for about an hour when we hear Scarlet calling our names. I shout back,
“We’re in the game room!”
Scarlet comes in a little while later and takes a seat between Oliver and me. Her hair is still wet from a shower but it’s up in a bun. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt, either one of mine or Oliver’s.
“Can I play?” Scarlet’s looking at me, and I can’t quite read her expression. It’s not per se blank, but she’s planning something. Oliver gives me a signal to go along with her, so I say,
“Yeah. We’re almost done with our game. You can take Oliver’s place.”
“That’s not quite what I had in mind.” She takes the controller from my hands, pauses the game and places it down. Oliver and I exchange confused glances. She straddles my lap and starts to kiss me. I run my hands up her back and into her hair, taking it out of the bun. I grab hold of it and intensify the embrace. Scarlet is tugging at my shirt, eventually pulling it over my head. She breaks the kiss and places her mouth on my neck. I’m super into what she’s doing, but I’m still at a loss. Lately, it’s felt like I haven’t been connecting with her well. I turn and look at Oliver, but he isn’t paying much attention to me; instead, he’s gazing over Scarlet’s body. I can see he’s pretty hard, and my erection is growing harder. Scarlet moves her mouth to my ear and whispers,
“Do you want to fuck me?”
I’m completely surprised to hear her say that. She’s being more aggressive than expected. Over the past couple days she’s been pretty subdued. But I like this side of her – more direct and demanding. Scarlet’s looking at me, waiting for an answer,
“Are you going to fuck me?” She shoots me a mischievous smile, and her hands travel down to my boxers. She unleashes my cock and rubs it with her hand.
“Yeah, I think I am.”
Scarlet gets up on her knees and removes her underwear, tossing it to the floor. She rests her forehead against mine as she eases herself down onto my penis. She goes slowly, to the point where it’s almost excruciating, trying to keep myself from losing control. She has my entire length completely inside of her and begins to gyrate her hips, riding me with ferocity.
“Jesus, Scarlet.” I can’t believe this is happening right now. I put my hands under her shirt and massage her breasts. She throws her head back and holds onto my shoulders for balance.
“Oh dear god, Caden! You feel so fucking good!” I can feel her pussy tightening around me. “I’m getting close…” When she reaches her peak, Scarlet puts her forehead back on mine and comes. Following her lead, I grunt out my release and lean back against the sofa, exhausted. Scarlet has fallen onto my chest, resting her head there. I can feel her shaking and start to feel worried, but then I realize she’s laughing.
“What is it?”
Scarlet lifts her head up and looks at me to say, “It’s nothing. I’m just- I think I’m still getting acclimated to the situation, and laughing at weird moments is how I deal with things sometimes. Also, this is all a bit out there.” Our arrangement is, indeed, out there, but I don’t want Scarlet to feel uncomfortable. “But I think I like it.” She gets off my lap and pulls her shirt down. We all rearrange our clothes, putting things back on. It looks like Oliver got himself off while Scarlet and I had sex. Once we’re all dressed, Scarlet picks up the controller, hands it back to me and sits down between us again. “You guys can get back to your game. I’ll watch.”
I’m kind of stunned. I know she said she’s still unsure of her place with Oliver and me, but all the moves she’s making are in sync with both of us. Scarlet looks at the screen, waiting for us to play, but neither Oliver nor I have totally grasped the situation.
“Well, come on guys, we don’t have all day. Or we do, but let’s not waste it.” She looks between the two of us, suggesting we resume the game.
I un-pause it and we continue our game. At one point, Scarlet lies down, placing her head on Oliver’s lap and her feet on mine. It’s an innocent gesture but a significant one. The majority of the day is spent in the game room, leaving occasionally to get snacks. We end up teaching Scarlet how to play pool, which led to Oliver fucking her on the pool table.
• • •
At the end of the day, we put on a movie. This time Scarlet puts her head on my lap. I’m not one hundred percent sure what we’re watching. It’s some kind of comedy. I’m about to ask her about it then I notice she’s asleep.
“Hey, Oliver. Look.” I motion with my head down at Scarlet.
“Is she asleep?”
“I think so.” I move the hair off her face and she is fast asleep. I stroke her cheek with my finger. Her skin is extremely soft. I look back at Oliver. “Should we move her?”
“Nah, she looks so peaceful.”
We keep watching the movie, which is pretty funny but I was too distracted in the beginning. When the credits start rolling, Oliver turns to me, “I wanted to let you know, Dad called earlier.”
I let out a heavy sigh, “Is that when you left the room?”
He nods.
“What did he say?” I let my head fall and hang towards my chest.
“He asked if we were in the house in the mountains, if ther
e was a girl here, what we’ve been doing the past couple days and how the sale’s going.” Dad must’ve checked in with the pilot and drivers.
“Why did you answer? I thought we were ignoring our problems for a few days?” I know my voice sounded angry, but I’m not mad at Oliver – just our father and his constant meddling.
“You know that if I didn’t he would’ve shown up here. Like you said, he probably knows everything that’s going on, and the only reason he hasn’t inserted himself too aggressively so far is because we’re cooperating with him.”
I know Oliver’s right, which only makes me angrier. For years, I’ve been silently accepting the way our father treats us, but lately it’s been bothering much more. He treats people as commodities, and right now that’s how he’s treating Scarlet. I remember when he called us about Rachel’s death. His main focus was about how it would be “so much easier” to get the house now. I’d been getting sick of him even before Scarlet reappeared, but she’s made me want to stand up to him even more.
“We need to do something about him, Oliver.”
Oliver stays silent but contemplative.
I make my voice more stern, “Soon.” I want to make sure the gravity of the situation is understood. I need Oliver to know how serious I feel about this topic.
“I know, I know.” Oliver rubs his palm on his mouth. “But what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, but we should at least start talking about it.”
“Okay. We can do that later. When we’re alone.”
I nod. I don’t want Scarlet waking up to us talking about our dad. There would be too much explaining to do. Oliver moves Scarlet’s feet off his lap and maneuvers his way off the sofa. He helps me with her head, and soon we’re both standing. He asks, “Do you want to get something to eat?”
“Yeah. I think there’s a frozen pizza in the freezer.”
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