Ivy and Sam
Your younger sister and her daughter have been hiding a secret.
Sam nods quickly, hurrying out of the room to get the water as she hears you say that. When she's gone, Ivy lies on her bed, looking embarrassed and confused. Her eyes follow you around warily as you fetch a cloth and wash it in the sink before returning to the bedside. She doesn't make any move to stop you when you dab at her forehead and neck with the cool cloth, though she does let out small whimpers of discomfort.
I sit beside her on the bed, as she's a little more sobered up now. You going to tell me what's going on Ivy? I ask, still concerned about her asking me to 'take care of it' in the car, and her strangely resisting my carrying her to bed. I mean... If you can't trust your big brother to take care of you Ivy, like I always have... Who can you trust? I chuckle softly, wiping the sweat from her neck, before turning a small fan on.
Sam hurries back into the room with a glass of water for your sister, who takes it gratefully, gulping it down before lying back on her pillow. She glances at you nervously as she hands the empty glass to you, then looks away, biting her lip.
"I... I'm sorry, Fayt," she murmurs. "I don't know what came over me..."
Sam looks up at you, her eyes shining with emotion as she takes another step closer still. Her hands slide up to cup your face, her thumbs brushing gently over the skin of your cheeks. "Whatever you want," she whispers. "Tonight... tomorrow... always. I'm yours."
Her lips part, and for a moment it seems like she might lean in to kiss you.
Tell me what all things you will do. And I'll choose from it.
Sam blushes even deeper at your words, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink. She hesitates for only a moment before slowly starting to list off things she would do for you. "Anything," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breath. "I'll cook for you... clean for you... be your student if you want me to..." Her cheeks are burning hot now as she continues, her gaze never leaving yours. "Or I could just... I could just love you."
As you pull up to their house, Ivy turns to face Sam and whispers into her ear "Maybe we should talk about that later..." before climbing out of the car. She walks around to the other side and takes your hand, leading you inside. The moment the door closes behind them, she presses herself against you, lips parted in anticipation.
"I've wanted this for so long," she murmurs, her hands moving up to wrap around your neck as her tongue darts out to trace your jawline. "Please..."
"Ivy, you're drunk," I say, though I realize I'm not actively doing anything to stop her. "You..don't know what you're doing."
Her breath comes out in a shuddering gasp as she presses her body even closer to yours. "Yes...I do," she insists, trailing her fingers down your chest. "Please, Knotsofast..." Her hips begin to rock against you, her lips seeking entry to taste the skin beneath your shirt. She's so close now...so achingly close...
Her hands move lower on your torso, sliding around to cup your ass and grind up against you. "I want this,"