Page 36 of His Dirty Obsession
No driving meant we could both have a drink. Cocktails and Prosecco were on offer, and we took full advantage. Not enough to be totally drunk, but enough to be slightly tipsy.
“Did you grow up in this house?” We were sitting together on the sofa in the conservatory, picking at a plate of chilli and rice.
“I did. We moved here when I was about ten. I went to school just down the road and had my first kiss behind the bike sheds there.”
“Ooh, what was his name? What did he look like?” Xavier had a smile on his face. He was enjoying this.
“Charlie, something or other. I don’t remember his last name. He was hot, though, for a twelve-year-old. Last I heard, mum said he was married to a schoolteacher. I think she said her name was Tilly.”
“You made a lasting impression then,” he said, laughing.
“Totally. I probably put him off men for life! Turned him straight.” We both laughed. I was enjoying his company, as I always did.
He put the plate on the table in front of him and rested his hand on my thigh.
“Is your room still as it was? We could mosey on up, take a look at who you had on your wall.”
“God, no. Mum changed it to her craft room the moment I moved out. Ava’s room became Dad’s model railway workshop. They couldn’t wait to get rid of us.”
“That’s a damn shame. A quick romp on your bed would be good right about now. It’s been hours,” Xavier said with a sigh, leaning back on the sofa.
“You’re insatiable and incorrigible. You know that, right? Just a little longer and we’ll be home. I’ll let you have extra desserts then, give you a lick of my lollipop.”
“Never call it that again!” he said, shock on his face. “There are some words you shouldn’t use to describe a dick, and that’s one of them.”
“You’re probably right, but don’t you think dick and cock get boring?” I asked him, genuinely interested in what he had to say.
“I don’t care what you call it, just as long as I get to have it again later.” He inched his hand further up my thigh, and my cock twitched. Now was not the time.
“Oh, you will. Don’t worry about that.” Just as soon as we could escape this party. I loved my parents, I really did, but family parties were not my thing.
“My feet are killing me,” Ava said, stepping into the conservatory. She sat opposite us, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table in front. “Looks like the party might be splitting up. You know what oldies are like. They need to be in bed by seven, and it’s six already. The only one that looks like she could stay up all night is Edith. That woman’s like the bloody Energizer bunny. I’ve never seen anyone her age with so much energy.”
“She’s a live wire, that’s for sure,” I said, remembering previous parties. She’d always been a partygoer, and age had not stopped her at all.
“I promised her backstage passes and a tour of the dressing rooms. I should probably warn the guys before she turns up.” Xavier laughed, but I wasn’t sure he’d find it funny when she turned up with her cronies.
“Yes, you should. Mum and Dad are about to cut the cake, though, and then you guys can get off.”
Xavier sniggered. I just shook my head. He was so immature.
“Jeez, do you ever think of anything else?” Ava rolled her eyes. “You have more sex than me and Shane.”
“Ewww, too much information. I don’t need to think about you two having sex. You’re my sister.” I’d need brain bleach after that comment.
“And you’re my brother, and with the amount of times I’ve seen Xavier’s naked arse running up the stairs when I come to visit, it’s a wonder I’m not scarred for life.”
“You weren’t complaining a few weeks ago,” I added, remembering the day she’d come around to talk about the party.
“That was before you were, you know…” She didn’t finish her sentence, just gestured between the two of us. I couldn’t believe she was such a prude.
“I think the word you’re looking for is fucking,” I said to her, making her blush.
“Hey, we make luurve, cupcake,” Xavier said, rubbing my back.
“You guys make me sick,” Ava said as she stood up, making gagging sounds. “Right, cake. Then we can all go home.”
We both stood and followed her into the dining room where an elaborate white two-tier cake stood in the middle of the table, red fondant flowers cascading down the side.
