Page 38 of Tangwystle
Gretel began to slip out into the garden, not minding the chilly nights. She’d stare up at the stars, spending hours out there sometimes.
She’d normally come into our room, doing her best to softly crawl into bed by which I mean she’d accidentally knee my stomach and then whisper ‘Sorry!’
But time ticked by one night, growing later and later. At first, I felt annoyance. She knew she’d be tired the next day if she spent too much longer outside. And then those nerves fizzled away into worry. She could be silly, but she took her work seriously. Something might have been wrong, and that’s what prevented her from coming inside.
I pushed the covers off, pretending to huff when really pin pricks of fear danced along my skin. In just my night slip, I hurried back to the kitchen.
The side door opened, and I took it as a sign that the Manor wanted me to go looking for Gretel.
I found her with Baz.
I can still remember the burst of nerves buzzing inside. My heart squeezed tight and then pumped faster. I didn’t notice the chill of the night breeze, but it didn’t matter. I was frozen, inside and out.
How could I be surprised? Baz and Gretel got on. They’d make faces at one another, little looks that said they understood what the other one meant. They both loved to laugh.
Really, it had been weeks of dancing around it.
Baz kissed me most days, always running his hands down my naked backside. But Gretel’s presence had slowed things down.
And all the while I had seen how wonderfully they got on together.
Even now, I can remember the horror slicing through me while I crept closer, the large leafy tree in the garden providing me cover in the dark.
“P-please,” Gretel whimpered.
Her voice caused my stomach to tighten. She stood with her back to me, Baz holding her by the neck. I could hear the tears in her voice, but they were twisted. The one word sharp. Begging, I realized.
I watched Baz’s face. He wore his blank, cold mask. The one that only appeared when he was like this. Ready to dictate his demands.
He shoved her to the ground, her knees hitting the grass, and my insides knotted at the harsh movements.
Gretel’s hands worked Baz’s trousers open.
“Open wide,” Baz demanded, and my guts twisted again. Because he was talking to her, telling her what to do and enjoying it. He groaned when she took him in her mouth. He appeared undone just from that alone.
A terrible, secret part of me wished I could get closer. That I could study Gretel’s mouth around Baz’s cock.
Or maybe I just wanted to get closer to her so I could yell. So I could rub Gretel’s nose in the dirt and then ask her if she liked being a dirty little whore.
It all terribly sifted through me. These things I liked yet hated. Baz tugged at Gretel’s hair, and my own scalp tingled, my toes curling in my slippers.
Gretel made some little noise, choking.
“Take it,” Baz grunted, and my pussy clenched. His hips jerked as he savagely thrust his cock in and out of Gretel’s mouth. She kept making noise, her whimpers and cries mixing with his growls. “You told me you wanted my cock, so you’re going to take it. All of it.” His hips slammed against her. “Good girl, love. Such a good little pet.”
I took a step back, physically appalled.
“Fuck!” Baz threw his head back, his grip twisting in Gretel’s hair.
It seemed a likely conclusion he’d help her achieve pleasure next, and I ran back inside, unable to take it.
My slippers flew off when I entered my bedroom. I ran for the cover of my blankets. But when I ducked underneath, it wasn’t sobs they smothered. But rather the cry of choked relief when my hand reached under my nightgown. It took a shamefully short amount of time before I came, my thoughts purely on Baz and Gretel.
Gretel crept in later. My head remained under the covers, not that she probably realized I was hiding.
I told myself I hated her. It was easier to take out my anger and hurt on Gretel, the interloper, and not Baz, who I thought had treated me special. She didn’t notice, or didn’t act any different if she did, the next morning.
She even got out of bed before me, tugging her night gown off and marching around naked as she searched for her black dress.
