Page 23 of Something Old

He looks up at me, his eyes piercing into mine.

“You are fucking serious. What the hell do you hope to achieve by doing this?”

“I recon - she’s desperate to lose her virginity right. Like she waited, dreaming about her wedding night - blah blah blah - and now it hasn’t happened. I don’t think this is about me at all. I think she just wants to lose her virginity and then she might calm the fuck down.”

Tuomo chuckles, shaking his head as his eyes narrow towards me. He folds his arms across his chest. “You’re nuts.”

“Yeah, well at this point I’m willing to try anything to get her off my back.”

He leans into the chair, thinking hard. I wait, patiently.

“Alright. I’ll do it.” He smiles.

I stare at him for a few seconds. Wondering if this is the right choice. But like I said. I’m willing to try anything.

That night Tuomo arrives after Leora has gotten ready for bed. I can hear soft music coming from her room. I open the front door for him as quietly as I can.

He’s wearing a black suit as I told him too because that’s what I was wearing all day today.

My stomach knots when he walks in.

Again, I wonder if I am making the right choice, but I know I am.

She can have what she wants - and then I can get back to my life without being pestered the whole time.

Tuomo nods towards me, he doesn’t say a word.

I stay downstairs as he walks up towards her bedroom.

I wait, listening, but I can’t hear anything.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I make my way to the upstairs landing, standing in the hallway just outside her open door.

“Oh, Mas. Did you need something?” I hear her voice over the soft music.

I hear a shuffle and then she gasps.

“Oh.” She murmurs.

I hear something get knocked over and her giggles drift out towards me.

Again, curiosity gets the better of me as I peak around the door frame, doing my best to stay out of sight, but wanting to see what’s going on.

Tuomo has her lifted in his arms, her ass on the dresser, her legs wrapped around his waist. His hand is behind her neck as he kisses her with fierce passion.

Her nightie is creeping up her thighs and I can see she isn’t wearing anything underneath it. A low growl rumbles through my chest.

I’ve made a mistake. But now it’s too late to stop what’s happening.

She is my wife.

I wasn’t thinking when I made this choice.

I hear her giggle again and then my twin brother says something in a deep tone.

Every muscle in my body is tense.

Do I storm in there and stop this?

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