Page 17 of Nocturnal Sins
CHAPTER SIX
Santana
I rushed home once I was done at the restaurant. I needed to talk to Sammie but I never expected she’d have a boy in her room while she only wore a silky pink robe. What the fuck was going on with my sister?
After I kicked her friend out, I slammed her bedroom door behind me. I wanted to dig into her ass before Pop came home. Normally, I didn’t snitch on Sammie. We had each other’s backs unless things got dangerous, then we called in the parents.
I didn’t think having a boy in her room was dangerous but it pissed me the fuck off so I was breaking protocol. As soon as Pop came home, I was going to snitch.
“What the fuck were you in here doing?” I demanded.
“Trying to get my pussy eaten. That plan fell through.” She sighed and folded her arms under her tits. My eyes dropped immediately and I realized her nipples had turned to pebbles beneath the pink silk.
My mouth went dry.
Pay attention, Santana.
“What?” I snapped, trying to understand what the hell she said.
“You heard me,” she muttered.
“You expect me to believe that you had a boy in your room while you were naked and all you were doing was trying to…” My mouth was too much like sand to say the words.
“Nothing happened. We kissed, he tried to fuck me, and I told him to get out.” One look in her olive green eyes told me she was telling the truth. One look in her eyes also made me forget why I was pissed in the first place.
“He didn’t touch you other than kissing?” I asked. A light feeling settled in my chest and suddenly my muscles didn’t feel so tense.
“No, Santana. I don’t know why you even care though.”
“Because you’re my sister,” I explained. Sammie cringed a bit bringing her shoulders around her ears. Her sandy brown hair pooled against her defined collarbones.
“Why are you even here?” She asked, changing the subject.
“I wanted to talk to you.” I let my eyes trace her beautiful face for a moment. “Why have you been avoiding me, Sammie?”
“Don’t act like you haven’t been doing the same thing, Santana. It’s mutual. You could have come in my room at any time. You could have caught me before school. We’re avoiding each other.”
“I’ve been busy. I’m not avoiding you,” I lied. I knew I was avoiding her too. I didn’t need to dig deep into myself to figure out why. I touched Sammie in a way I shouldn’t have. No, it wasn’t horrible but the thoughts I had while I touched her are what made it so damn wrong. The fact that I jerked my dick in the bathroom afterward because it was so hard was wrong.
“Okay, you go first,” I told her. If she went first, it would give me time to think of something more palatable to say than the truth. I sat down on Sammie’s bed and she sat beside me. A gentle cloud of jasmine came with her and I found myself flashing back to the night that I drunkenly held her like she wasn’t my sister.
“You’re stalling, but whatever,” Sammie sighed. “I don’t know, hermano. I guess I keep thinking about what you said the last time we hung out. Remember how you told me to be myself no matter what? Even if there was some darkness inside of me.” I did recall that conversation, so I nodded at her, waiting for her to finish.
“It took root in me and I started looking inside of myself at the dark thoughts I have.” She toyed with the charm bracelet on her wrist, spinning it around and around making the charms clink together. She refused to look at me and it made me wonder what the fuck she’d been thinking about that could really be that dark.
I wanted to dissect her thoughts like a skilled surgeon.
“Okay, I spilled now tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. I want the truth, Santana because I know you’re keeping something and it has to do with Papa.”
How did she do that?
Pop and I had been careful to only talk about the family operation when we were alone and most of the time that only happened on the car ride to and from the restaurant. Sammie must have been riding on a hunch. Still didn’t shake the unease that slithered through me.
“See, that look right there lets me know I’m right. You’re both hiding shit from me and you want me to be forthcoming. Fuck you, fuck Papa, fuck it all,” she fussed, tossing her hands around.
“I can’t tell you, Sammie,” I blurted. My reserve was fading faster than I’d anticipated. Pop assured me on more than one occasion that there was no way Samira would find out. He reminded me that the only reason I knew about it was because he brought me into the fold.
He was right, so I didn’t think much about Sammie finding out. I forgot that she was tethered to me though. She might not have studied Pop but she damn sure studied me, and everything I did.
