Page 52 of Blind Sin

Hormones flood my body as she collapses onto my body, a hot sticky mess. Mercier drops to the floor, his arm draped on my leg, his head resting on Lauren’s back. Yesterday I would have thought having Mercier’s arm on my naked leg way too intimate, but after the last half hour that we’ve shared, it seems ridiculous. We stay like that for a few minutes, none of us being able to speak. I don’t know what I would say even if I had the ability to speak. Thank you for the best orgasm of my life? And who would I be thanking? Lauren or Mercier? It’s too much to try to untangle and I find that I don’t want to even try.

“Come on.”I open one eye to find Mercier standing up, his cock now limp. “We can’t leave our girl like this?”

I gaze down at the most beautifully contented smile I’ve ever seen. Her hair is splayed out covering half her face and part of my chest. I have no idea what Mercier means. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look so happy, but he’s bossed me around all night and so far, I’ve enjoyed every second of it.

“Where are we going?” I ask, as he takes Lauren’s hand, pulling her off me into an upright position. Cum drips down her inner thigh and I don’t know if it’s mine or Mercier’s or both, mixing together. That in itself is more exciting than I could ever have imagined.

Mercier leads Lauren, and by curiosity, me to Lauren’s room, then through to the bathroom she shares with Lucinda. Even though I know Lucinda is out, I make a point to lock the door to her room. Not only have we broken our promise not to touch her sister, we’ve decimated it. Mercier puts the bath taps on and helps Lauren into it.

It’s a big bath but, “We won’t all fit in there.”

Mercier looks my way. “We’re not all going in there. You and I can shower later. This is just for Lauren. I wonder what he means by shower later. Together? Apart in our own rooms? A washcloth hits me in the face, taking me out of my thoughts. I pull it off to see Mercier adding bath oil liberally to the bath so the whole room begins to stink of mango.

Then we begin to wash her. I wait for her to complain, upset that we are treating her like a child, but as she lays back in the bath, offering up various body parts, the complaints never come. This is sexy as all hell, but I’m still spent from our last endeavor. This isn’t about sex. It’s about revering her, loving her. The way Mercier is so gentle with her, running the washcloth down her arm and round her neck is like an act of worship. I start by washing her legs, wiping away the remnants of our cum, then moving down to her feet. She moans slightly as I clean and I wonder if she’s ticklish. There are so many things I don’t know about her and yet there are so many things she doesn’t know about herself. When she’s clean, we help her out of her bath, towel her dry and help her into her bedclothes. Watching her snuggle up in the bed has me wanting to join her, but Mercier yanks at my arm before I can slip in beside her. It’s like a pull on my senses. I can’t sleep in with her because then Lucinda will find out and that means that whatever we did tonight can never happen again, and I want it...no, need it to happen again.

35

LAUREN

Shame fills me as I bring to mind everything that has happened over the last ten days. It’s getting harder and harder to keep it from Lucy. It feels like Alexander and Nolan have branded themselves all over my body, and everyone can see it. I feel like a beacon in the dark, glowing with constant desire. It’s like they’ve broken a dam, and I don’t know how everything pouring out isn’t visible to everyone. Just the thought of Nolan’s tongue between my legs or Alexander’s lips on my neck is enough for my panties to drench and I’m constantly worried I’m leaving wet patches everywhere I sit. I’ve taken to standing everywhere and wearing two pairs of pants at once, just in case. Being blind never bothered me as much as it does now. I always hated how I’d never see a rainbow or a cute puppy or really know what a color was, but not knowing if I look like someone who is constantly having sex and still having to hide it is infinitely worse.

It’s been three days since Alexander, Nolan and I had a threesome and since then I’ve had sex with both of them separately. Each time is amazing, but the more I sneak around, the more I’m consumed with guilt.

“Are you alright Lauren?” Lucy finally catches me alone as I sit on the beach one evening.

My heart freezes. I'm desperate to share what I'm doing with her, but I don't want to ruin her happiness. I don’t want her taking me off the island and away from Nolan and Alexander.

“I’m scared about my operation tomorrow.” It’s not exactly a lie, but it’s not the full truth either.

She wraps her arm around my waist. “A week ago we didn’t even know if it was a possibility that you’d be able to see. Whatever happens tomorrow, it can’t be any worse.”

I bow my head in my hands. I never really thought of being blind as a bad thing. It just was. I don’t know any different. “What if I don’t like what I see?”

She sighs. ““The sun is setting, casting the sky in shades of red and pink. It's like the whole horizon is ablaze with color. And the palm trees, they're swaying softly in the breeze. The world can be a beautiful place.”

I nod my head. It can be ugly too. It’s not the view I fear seeing. It’s seeing the disappointment on her face that is making me nervous. Because we’ve already been here almost as long as we’d planned. At some point soon. We’re all going to leave and before that, I’ll have to tell her the truth. It’s no longer just excitement and sex. I’m falling in love with Nolan and Alexander. I thought my heart was only able to be filled with Josh, but I was wrong. My heart is infinitely larger than I thought, but it feels broken.

My heart clenches in pain that this will all be over soon. “How are things going with you and Josh?”

“Amazing,” she says, turning the knife further. I know she doesn’t know how much her words are affecting me, but it hurts like hell. The sting of it is sharp and unyielding. They've been inseparable these last few days, creating a world of their own, oblivious to everything else. It’s given me more opportunity to be with Nolan and Alexander, but the thought that my twin is so preoccupied with Josh that she doesn’t see what’s happening under her nose is painful too.

“Getting to know him has been cathartic,” she admits. “He makes me feel like I did when I was a teenager.”

“Just cathartic?” I ask, then immediately regret the words.

“What do you mean?”

I shrug, pain pulling at my chest. “Is there something you want to tell me, Lucy?” Asking her for the truth is sickening given the things I’m hiding from her, but I need to know if she really is seeing Josh again. I need to know for my own peace of mind so I can get over him.

“Shit,” she breathes out. “I wondered if you’d figure it out. I should have told you sooner, but I don’t really know my own feelings right now. I wanted to sort my own shit out before I told you.”

I feel for her hand and when I find it, give it a squeeze. Three times in her palm. The pain is indescribable, but Josh was never mine. “It’s okay Lucy. I’m happy for you.” I mean it, too. “I love you Lucy.”

She leans on my shoulder. “I love you too.”

Discomfort squirms in my stomach as I think of the admission I need to make now. Its one thing for her to tell me she’s seeing her ex boyfriend again, it’s an entirely different one for me to tell her that I’m sleeping with not one, but two men.

“Lucy… I…”

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