Chapter 4

The first thing you notice in this house is Famke, Lotte’s aunt. She was memorable in her robe, and she’s just as striking in the dress she wears at lunch. It’s white and thin, almost sheer, so you feel like you can see a lot. It’s also incredibly short, and she’s wearing nothing underneath, so whenever she bends or does anything, you can see it all.

But Lotte doesn’t even seem to notice. She’s beyond preoccupied, and you have never seen her so jumpy. Anyway, it seems like this is always how Famke dresses and acts. It looks like a little explicit nudity is taken for granted in this household.

Lotte’s sisters, Marit and Linde, are also in the house today. Marit is friendly and warm, welcoming you with soft kisses on your cheeks. She is incredibly cute in her dress with her braid. Linde comes downstairs yawning. She has clearly just woken up, even though it’s past noon, but at least she’s fully dressed and normal. She looks tough in her social media photos, but in person, she seems nice enough, although she doesn’t do the kisses like everyone else does—not even with Lotte.

The family is more interested in catching up with Lotte and asking questions about FUTA than bothering you, which you are grateful for. They speak English for your sake, and you feel welcome. They seem like great hosts, and pretty normal apart from Famke’s occasional flashing. You love the house. It’s weird but extremely cute, and they take good care of it. Everything is clean, and Famke is a good cook.

Lotte’s interactions with these three are normal enough, even if she seems a bit sullen and prickly. Linde teases her, but only a little.

After you eat, Lotte takes you outside to the steps behind the house. She’s obviously **** to get out of there, like she found the meal draining. Their yard isn’t very big, but it’s fenced in and the fence is tall. It’s more like a garden than a yard, and there are a pair of yellow loungers out here for sunbathing. You love it. What a peaceful, adorable place to hang out. You can hear the music from the music store next door. Someone is practicing the violin.

“I will get beer,” Lotte says, turning and going back into the house.

You sit down contentedly on the stairs to wait. This is nice. You were worried that it would be stressful. Lotte comes back out a moment later. She’s changed her clothes, and she’s not bringing beer.

She glances inside, then gestures urgently to you.

“Hurry,” she says.

“What? OK.” You stand up and follow her to a little gate, which she opens, taking you around the side of the house. Several bicycles are leaning against the wall here, in the gap between the house and the music store. She points at one, which you take to mean that you should use it, while she grabs another. Hers is blue and yours is yellow.

You follow her out onto the street, where she just jumps on and takes off down the hill. This is sudden, but you’re game. Lotte looks very at home on her bike. You know how to ride, but it’s clear that she’s put in a lot more hours than you have. You skim your way through the winding roads, out of the town, and into green hills. Unfortunately, you don’t see any windmills. You were hoping for windmills. There are, however, quite a few pretty flowers.

There’s also Lotte’s perfect rear end when she stands up on the bike to go up hills. You’re dating, so you’re allowed to stare. This the life. You can’t believe you did mile-high stuff with her. But you better not get too horny. You probably can’t do anything tonight in her tiny bed in her crowded house where everyone can hear everything. Besides, she’s so tense. She’s probably not in the mood. Maybe she can quietly give you a pity hand job or something.

You ride quite a long way before she finally rolls off the road and dismounts. You join her, your legs burning. You’re a good runner, but the bike uses muscles that you don’t use so often. It’s not the warmest day, but the sun’s out and you’re plenty warmed up from the bike ride. You follow Lotte up the slope a little and sit with her in the grass.

“What do you think?” she asks you. She seems way less tense now than she did at lunch. Maybe the ride helped her out. That makes sense.

“I think your family is very sweet,” you say. “The ones that I’ve met, anyway.”

She nods and keeps gazing at you.

“It’s pretty here,” you observe. “I’m glad I came.”

“Are you going to kiss me?” she asks bluntly, looking into your eyes.

You are a bit surprised. You almost laugh. Well, this is not your hometown. And it’s not FUTA, where all the cameras are. And Europe is cool, right? Nobody’s going to care about two girls kissing on a grassy hillside. Right?

“Yeah,” you say, inching closer to her. You kiss her on the mouth. She seems a bit hesitant, so you put your hand on her smooth cheek and stroke her hair, making the kiss a little more serious.

She starts to reciprocate, then startles you by rolling on top of you. Her perfect body rests on you, making it a little hard to breathe, but you don’t mind. She comes in and kisses you deeply with lots of tongue and a lot of… tenderness. It’s so good. You are getting quite excited, but that’s not a good thing. You don’t mind being a little bold here, but you draw the line at being lewd in the open air like this.

“Did you change your top?” you ask her. She must’ve been holding in some horniness, because she seems unusually frisky now.

She hesitates, staring at you. Oh, shit.

You push her off and sit up, your mouth dropping open. You point a finger at her.

“It’s you!” It comes out sounding a bit dramatic, but… how did you not notice? The way she reacted when you kissed her? Her outfit? This is not Lotte.

Senna looks innocent for a second, then breaks into a big grin.

Unbelievable! And yet… they are so alike! You can barely believe it. They even taste the same. Senna starts to laugh as she watches you. Her voice is Lotte’s voice exactly. Her laugh is… slightly more evil.

More evil than Lotte? You didn’t know that was possible.

You stand up, intending to leave, but you don’t know the way back. You just followed her.

“Take me back,” you say angrily.

Senna gets up and brushes herself off, coming up close to you.

“Only if you promise to look at my bottom the whole way,” she says. Great. So she noticed that too.

You want to hit her. Instead, you follow her back to the bikes.

You remember the way that Lotte talks about Senna, and you’re starting to get it.