Interlude: The Wynwick Cabin

Fiona Wynwick stretched in her big, empty bed and let out a small sigh.

It had been a few days since Zack Bishop, that stud, had showed up out of nowhere and had a threesome with her and her big sister, Sela.

Fiona had driven him home, made a couple of suggestive comments about how well-endowed Zack was, and then came back here.

It was fairly fun here at the Wynwick cabin, Fiona had to admit. She was here with her son, Fletcher, which was nice. She loved spending time with her baby boy. Her older sister Sela was here, of course, along with her husband, Calum, and their daughter, Sienna. Sienna had brought along her best friend, Rylee Kittle, who Fiona wasn’t exactly fond of.

Fletcher’s stepsister, Poppy Dufor, was here as well, and Fiona was pretty sure that Fletcher had some serious lust towards the older red-haired girl, but she barely even saw him, she just treated him like a little brother. And despite how fun-loving Poppy was, she wasn’t one to break taboos, that just wasn’t her kind of fun.

Unfortunately, a couple of unsavory Wynwicks had joined the family trip.

Fiona’s cousin, Kermit Wynwick, was here, for example. He had short gray hair, brown eyes, and enough vanity to be considered a narcissist. He was fairly handsome, just like every other Wynwick, but Fiona personally thought that if looks were like personality, Kermit would be an old, ugly hag.

Kermit’s three kids were here as well, Estelle, Chance, and Bertram. Estelle had long, wavy black hair streaked with gray, and soft blue eyes. The color was soft, that is. Estelle Wynwick was a very harsh young woman, and a very manipulative young woman at that. At only 22, she plans to take hold of both Wickworth Holdings and the Wynwick Foundation, both of which were important things in the Wynwick family.

Fiona was the current head of the Wynwick Foundation, yet couldn’t do anything to stop Estelle, not really, as it was put to an vote. Fiona won the last one, and she feared her niece would win the next one.

Of course, Estelle, Chance, and Bertram weren’t actually her niece and nephews, but she called them that anyway, and they called her Aunt Fiona.

Speaking of Bertram, he was definitely her favorite between Kermit’s three kids. He had black, buzz-cut hair, his father’s brown eyes, and was jacked. Despite all that, Bertram was an extremely kind person, even if he wasn’t particularly smart. Estelle liked to order him around like he was her slave, and Fiona always felt very sad seeing him unquestioningly obey his bitchy older sister.

Chance Wynwick was the youngest of the three at only 19, and had a certain devilish charm to him. Fiona had noticed his interest in his sorta-cousin Sienna, and while Sienna seemed oblivious, Chance seemed to desperately want her. Fiona did have to admit that Chance was the handsomer between him and Bertram.

He had stylish black hair, blue eyes, and a bit of skinniness to him, but despite that, he had the kind of appeal that girls fell over themselves for: the bad boy. He hadn’t ever expressed any interest in Fiona, but sometimes she felt her heartbeat speed up a little bit when she saw his cocky grin.

Fiona Wynwick was not one to shy away from her attractions just because they were family. But Chance Wynwick wasn’t the kind of guy Fiona wanted to be with, despite his outward appearance.

He was a dick to everyone, except girls he was trying to seduce.

There was a knock on the door, distracting Fiona from her thoughts. Fiona glanced down at herself, dressed in a silk nightgown that strained a bit over her ample bosom, but wasn’t too revealing other than that.

She tucked a loose strand of her silver hair behind her ear.

“Come in.” she called. The door opened and Kermit walked in.

“Oh, hey, cuz.” Fiona said flatly. She and Kermit weren’t exactly on the best of terms, after all.

“Hello, Fiona.” Kermit inclined his head. Fiona noticed her cousin’s gaze on her bust, but didn’t particularly care, as that was nothing new. The Wynwicks were a fairly inbred lot, and she was sometimes a bit disappointed that she’d been given such shitty close family members, as Wynwick women of the past were often screwing their brothers or something, but Fiona didn’t have any brothers.

“What can I do for you, Kermit?” Fiona asked wearily.

“Well, Chance and Sienna went into Argentum. Sela’s downstairs looking like her favorite boy toy left her. Calum’s working, Estelle is plotting something, and Bertram is sleeping. So is that Kittle girl.” Kermit shrugged.

“So you’re bored.” Fiona said, a ghost of a smile on her face.

“A bit.” Kermit said stiffly.

“What, and you feel like scum enough to hang out with the disgraced Wynwick?” Fiona mocked.

Kermit’s eyes narrowed. Just then, her phone pinged.

She picked it up. It was a text from Sela.

“I want to go see Zack.” the text read. Fiona was surprised at that. While the sex had been enjoyable, Fiona wasn’t one for emotional attachment after a one-night-stand. Perhaps her older sister, who probably had never cheated on Calum before Zack, had gotten some feelings for the handsome young, dark haired boy.

“So go see him. If you want to make it a two night stand, I doubt he’ll mind.” Fiona texted back. She glanced up at Kermit.

“One sec, cuz.” Fiona said.

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m just a one night stand in his mind?” Sela texted.

“I have no idea. Do you LIKE him, Sela?” Fiona sent a teasing text.

“What is this, high school?” Sela’s text came back.

“So, is that a yes...?” Fiona texted back quickly.

“Yes! Fine, I liked him.” Sela responded after a moment.

“Aha! You should go see him, then. I’m sure he’d love to date you. Did you see how he enjoyed your kissing and your tits?” Fiona responded.

“Do you think so?” Sela texted, and Fiona could practically feel her sister’s worry.

“Yup.” Fiona responded.

“Ok. I’ll go see him, then. Tomorrow.” Sela decided.

“Eh, go today. What’s the worst that could happen? Your hubby’s working anyway.” Fiona texted back.

“Good point.” Sela acknowledged.

Fiona set her phone on the nightstand and glanced at Kermit.

“I’m not your babysitter. Go entertain your damn self.” Fiona said, and Kermit scowled before stalking out of her bedroom.

Dick.