Page 62 of Gemini
Leslie shifted. “Let me guess, a certain freak in a red mask made you change your mind.”
“He and another freak in a sad clown mask were both the culprits. Now I prefer supernatural horror. Give me Dracula any day.”
I waited for him to make some quip, but it never came. Instead, he grew quiet. We finished our food and he threw out the containers in a nearby garbage. When he returned, a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Thunder followed soon after.
“Damn, was hoping the rain would stall at least till the end,” he said.
“Maybe it’s a sign. Having fun while my sister is gone feels kinda wrong, honestly.”
“So you are having fun?”
I smirked as I slid further into the van, not wanting to get wet in case it did start to rain. Leslie slid in with me, leaning back on one arm to rest on his side.
“Your sister isn’t a twin, is she?” he asked.
My eyes narrowed. “No. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. You care about her a lot.”
“Most people care about their siblings.”
“Sure. But you seem really close. Kinda like me and Dom. Like she’s your BFF.”
I laid back on my elbows so that we were almost level. “I care about her. I also envy her. I’ve been in her shadow all my life. But I also leaned on her for everything. I always wanted to be like her, then I wanted to be better than her. But even when we fought and she started becoming distant, I still loved her.” I turned on my side to face him. “Maybe I wish we were twins. Then we’d be on equal footing. We’d actually be like you and Dom.”
Leslie gave me a sad sort of look. “Don’t know if you could be on our level. A lot of our connection is from trauma-bonding.”
I studied him for a long moment, my eyes drifting over his face, then over to his messed-up ear. “I think about it sometimes…I can’t help it,” I said softly. “I think about what you and your brother went through. I know it’s not a competition, but it pales to what I’m going through so much.” I shook my head slowly. “I can’t even imagine. I’ve had nightmares about it. I don’t know why…but somehow it hurts me too, even though I wasn’t there.” I reached out without thinking and brushed my fingers along his broken ear. “I can’t imagine the pain…”
Leslie immediately tensed, and I froze, worried I had done something wrong. Maybe he didn’t like being touched there.
Then I caught his darkening expression and understood.
“Leslie—”
His mouth came down hard on mine, his hand gripping my shirt, almost tearing it as he pulled me in. A sharp intake of breath was my only response as his body lifted on top of mine. His hands moved over me hungrily—desperately—one moving up my thigh while the other was in my hair as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I bucked under him in surprise and he groaned,his hips grinding into me. I could feel how hard he was already as he pressed himself between my legs.
The rain started, a slow tap on the roof at first then quickly turning into torrent. I tensed as I felt the spray of water touch at my feet.
“Shit,” Leslie breathed. He unlatched himself from me. Before I could even sit up, he was wrenching the doors closed, sending us into darkness, drowning out the noise of the rain. I could hardly see him moving in the dark, but I could hear him, his ragged breath, a few choice words whispered as he shifted back toward me. “Come here. Come here, baby.” His hand on my leg pulled me closer as he got on top of me again, his mouth on mine before I could speak.
“Leslie,” I whispered between kisses. “Wait—” I should have seen this coming, but it still hit me like a shockwave, my mind racing, trying to decide if I should stop this now before it escalated or if it was too late.
“Take this off,” he ordered, his hand tugging at my shirt. “I wanna see you.”
I didn’t move to take off my shirt. But I didn’t stop him from doing it either. He did so with ease, my arms rising over my head as he slid my shirt off. Swiftly, he moved for my bra and I was surprised by how much his hands trembled as he unclipped it. I could only see his silhouette above me but it was clear he could see all of me just fine as I heard him mumble a curse under his breath before I felt his hand on my breast, hot and heavy.
“So perfect,” he whispered.
He squeezed one side then circled his thumb around my nipple making it harden quickly, making goosebumps trail down my arms. He pressed down on my nipple then released it. “Now get these off.” He was already unbuttoning my pants as he said it, dragging them down along with my underwear. He slid them past my leg braces to my ankles, tugging them off, lettingeverything drop somewhere beside us. “Fuck.” His mouth was on my neck, his tongue trailing downward until he enclosed on my nipple and sucked, making me hiss then groan, my fingers finding his hair and gripping tight. I shouldn’t be letting this happen, but I couldn’t find the will to make him stop.
His tongue swirled and flicked my nipple before trailing back up. As he distracted me with his tongue, I felt his hand between my legs. “That’s my girl, open for me, that’s it,” he said as my legs parted, his fingers slipping inside, filling me. I shuddered as they pumped a few times before circling my clit in a slow excruciating pace. “You feel how good that is? Yeah, you do.” His voice was deep, almost like a warning. I could barely let out a whimper as I nodded. “Feel how wet you are, and so fucking tight and hot, baby.” His fingers continued to slip in and out. “There you are.” He curled one finger and I bucked as he pressed against one sensitive spot. “You know how good you tasted? It was all I could fucking think about. All night. All fucking day. Just needing my mouth on your pussy again so bad.” His fingers slid from me. My breath hitched, body going rigid as he shifted himself lower and dropped his head between my legs.
“Leslie…” My voice sounded like a warning as my hands curled into fists at my sides, clawing at the blanket under me. But he didn’t hesitate, not for a second. He gripped my thighs and when I felt his tongue drag up my pussy, I thought I saw stars. I trembled, heart pumping so hard I could feel it in my head as he licked and sucked my clit till it ached so bad it hurt. “Oh, god,” I breathed. My mind betrayed me and memories of that night flooded in—of his mouth on me, discovering it was his tongue and not his brother’s that made me feel so good. I came quickly after, nearly biting down on my lip to hold back the cry as my back arched, pressing into his face as he continued to eat me out.
When the last bit of my orgasm was spent, he finally unlatched himself from me and I swore I saw the glow of his cat-like eyes in the dark. “I could taste you every day, you know that? Felt good, didn’t it?”
I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath. Before I could answer, he shifted around again, and I heard his shirt hit the ground, followed by him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I tensed until I remembered I was on a type of birth control, had been for a few years. It wasn’t hard to assume he and Dom might have figured that out.
