Cars lit up with the words, smiling hugely. “I don’t have specific ones I’m opposed to, because I’m fluid. But some days, like today when I’m femme presenting, I like she/they pronouns. Most days he/they are good too.”
I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, feeling my entire body relax. “It’s nice to meet you as your whole self, Carson. Welcome to my less-than-humble abode.”
“I like you already,” Carson mused, the sparkle in her eyes not fading. I showed her to my room, making sure to show Andy my thanks in my expression, hoping she understood what I conveyed.
“This is a big-ass room,” Cars sounded out, whistling. I carried her bag, setting it on my bed. “And your bed is huge.”
“Orgy size,” I teased, only half-joking. She narrowed her eyes at me and then smiled.
“Only if I can watch.”
“Bet.”
She giggled and sat down. “Your slang hasn’t gotten any better, Mads. Old people won’t understand what you mean by that. But truly, I missed this. The ease we have around each other.”
“Not my problem,” I chuckled in response. “I’ve missed us too, I’ve felt so overwhelmed and trapped,” I admitted, feeling the truth in my bones. “I’ve been partying almost every night but it’s not the same without the people I know.”
She took a seat on the bed, touching the duvet with curiosity. “So, Andy’s hot,” she changed the subject, almost like she knew she’d have to chastise me for drinking and doing drugs.
“She’s my aunt,” I said, not wanting to admit aloud that I found her too attractive for my own good. My skin prickled uncomfortably when I thought of her, what I wanted, and how it was wrong to feel this way.
“Not technically.”
“Close enough,” I grumbled, imagining Andy and me doing things that were bad and wrong. We were nearly raised together. Even if we’ve crossed boundaries in the past. More than once.
“Well, I’ll flirt with her for the both of us.”
Glaring at Cars, she smirked. “Caught you in 4k, Mads.”
“Fuck off.” She laughed at me, kissing my cheek before she caught me up on her less-than-nice life since I left.
Andy called for us ten minutes later and we stepped out, expecting a chastising for not taking off our shoes.
“So, it’s not a good first impression to not go to a club for your first night in Brightmore.”
My eyes locked onto Andy’s and she didn’t turn when I knew she thought of our last experience. It was all I thought about. Her watching me get off while her nipples hardened.
Fuck.
“Ooh! Clubbing is my favorite,” Cars mentioned, sidestepping me. “Let me put on a skirt first.”
“Want me to help you pick?” Andy offered, melting my fucking soul with her kindness. Something about people accepting Carson made me feel infinitely happier. She had enough shit to deal with.
They went into my room and twenty minutes later, Carson came out in a dress that cut up her thigh. The confidence in her expression gave me so much hope and pride. Then I looked at Andy. At some point while I sat in the living room, she’d changed too.
Her dress made my mouth water in the most inappropriate way. The way it touched mid-thigh with hip slits on both sides, a tattoo I wasn’t aware she had peeking out, made my dick twitch. And fuck that betraying twitch.
“Beautiful,” I let out, my throat feeling so goddamn dry for some reason. They both smiled at me, and I knew I looked underdressed. “You both look amazing, and I look like chewed gum.”
“I actually love chewed gum,” Cars defended, and I sent her an appreciative glance.
“Be back.”
I went to my room, quickly undressed, and then crossed the hall and jumped in the shower. Not only did I need to wash the nasty airport away, I also needed to clean my junk just in case I got lucky. No one deserved ball sweat when going down on anyone.
My mind traveled to the last bar, the way I fisted that stranger's hair as I stared into my aunt’s eyes. The way heat flickered in her gaze was ingrained in my very breathing.
Reaching down, I gripped my cock, fisting it recklessly. I couldn’t even stroke it with precision like normal. The way I sloppily jerked myself, up, down, and back again, it made my skin burn. I was a haphazard mess of shaking hands and tumultuous need. My mind traveled to Andy, wanting to know what was under that slim-fitting dress. If her nipples were as perfectly dusky as her plump lips.
I thrust into my palm, a growl resonated deep within me. My mind couldn’t stay off its perverted imagery. Wanting Andy, needing to taste her, be a part of her by sinking between her thighs. Fuck, this is wrong.
My body shook as I gripped harder, messily rocking my hips while the fantasy played in my mind. When I was about to bust, I moaned loudly, thinking of Andy’s tits bouncing with her body as she rode me hard.
Barely hearing a snick of metal, I noticed the bathroom door shutting. The thought of someone watching me did me in, my release hit the tile and then the bottom of the shower, mixing with the water remnants, and I wondered if I imagined the door closing or if one of my voyeurs got an eyeful of my cock being stroked to completion. The glass door was clear, but unless they got a good angle, they’d miss half the action.
After finishing cleaning, I hurried out, drying off. The door opened as I tied the towel around my waist. Both Cars and Andy were in the doorway, but seeing the red face of my aunt, I knew exactly who watched me get off tonight.
“Five minutes,” I said, not suggesting. Unless they wanted me to be naked.
“You took fifteen showering, loser. You must be expecting to get laid,” Cars joked. Andy brushed a hand through her messy curls and blinked a few times. Her face still had pinked cheeks, the flush spreading to the base of her throat.
“Had to get a head start for the night,” I explained. Carson smirked knowingly and Andy turned to leave.
“I’ll be waiting at the door,” she barely muttered. With a salute, she left, and Cars followed soon after. I’d be hearing about this later from her.
The club we went to this time was different. Exodus—a gay club—stood out in comparison to the last one we went to. It had so many smiling faces and fun outfits. People dressed in next to nothing with bright colors and some without color at all.
The entire scene made my soul feel alive. “Gay club?” I asked, watching Andy light up too.
“I am bisexual.”
“I know,” I teased. “You and Lacey made out at that one party when I was fifteen.” I blew out a breath of air, mimicking hot food. She smiled and then her face reddened more.
“Yeah, I’ve done a lot more than that since then, Madden.”
“Tell me more,” I prodded, secretly meaning every word. If I kept heading down this path, I’d fuck up and ruin our family.
It needed to stop and I needed a distraction to help that.
She shook her head and then Cars jumped, interrupting my mental jumping jacks. “I feel so alive here!”
“I’m glad, there’s not a place that should make you uncomfortable,” I said, knowing it was a slight jab at her parents. I hated them, but for her sake, I tolerated them.
“Let’s dance,” she deflected, grabbing my hand. “I want to shake my ass.”