Don't let her

“I’m fine, Auntie,” you say, trying not to laugh as you push her back. She looks surprised, but shrugs and goes back to the bed.

“Prude,” she says, jumping back on it. She’s just making herself at home in your room. She’s also not being very modest, so you have to stare at her with a little regret. You have a feeling that her idea of comfort would have involved orgasms.

Oh, and what if Lotte did show up? What if she walked in on you and Riona? Would she be jealous?

“What are you doing over there?” Riona asks from the bed.

“Nothing,” you say, face red.

“You want a beer?” Lotte offers you one from the six-pack on the floor. So she brought supplies for her hideout. It’s something called Stella Artois. You are not a big fan of beer, and you are underage.

“No thanks,” you say.

“You’re a terrible hostess,” Riona mutters, going back to her phone. “You’re supposed to offer me a drink and at least make me comfortable.”

“You look pretty comfortable,” you laugh.

“Come keep me warm.”

“Should I be flattered or do you do this with everyone?”

“I’m just bored,” she admits, scrolling with her thumb. Then why is she here instead of downstairs where all the excitement is? She’s so silly. You go to the closet and get some jammies out. You pull them on and turn around to see that something has changed. Riona’s underwear is off. Her round, pale bottom is exposed as she keeps messing with her phone.

“Seriously?” you ask.

“What?”

“Put your butt away.”

“I always sleep naked,” she says.

“You aren’t naked,” you remind her.

“I’ll get round to it,” she yawns, moving lazily, as though just brushing her hair back is a huge deal. She’s ridiculous. You sit down at your desk, hiding your smile. Tonight is not going how you expected, but at least you aren’t being sad alone because of Lotte. Riona is fun, at least.

You open your textbook and turn on your laptop. Maybe you will have a beer. The night is still young.

Riona groans in frustration, and the bed squeaks. You turn around to see that she’s flipped over. She hasn’t gotten the t-shirt off yet, but her lower half is uncovered. She’s not even doing this on purpose now. She’s just acting like no one else is around. You quickly look back at your homework to avoid staring between her legs. Not like you haven’t seen that before, but it’s just very explicit. On your bed. And all that.

“They haven’t posted the pumpkin vid yet,” she complains. “Still filming it, I suppose.”

Does she want to watch that? If she thinks she’s watching that in here with you, she’s in for a surprise. You will kick her out!

“Who’s more attractive?” she asks with another yawn. “Nevaeh or Kylie?”

You turn around again, bafflement on your face. “What?”

“Who’d you rather be with?” she asks, her eyes still on the screen of her phone. “Don’t be fucking shy.”

Umm… you have not thought about that.

Nevaeh?

Or Kylie?