Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Her bedroom door is ajar, and the room is dark. I want to turn on a light to look at her, but from the sounds of her soft breathing, I don’t think she’s in a heavy sleep like the night before. With slow and silent movements, I tug at the curtain until moonlight shines down upon her bed from the window. I’m disappointed to see that she’s sleeping in a T-shirt rather than in the nude like last time.
I’ll have to fix that.
Prowling through the room, I make my way over to her bedside. She looks angelic in the moonlight as she sleeps. So delicate and perfect. Fragile like a porcelain doll. The thought of anyone breaking her has fury bubbling up inside me. Earlier, when I’d probed Gwen about what they’d talked about, she’d kept her lips zipped. Despite my annoyance over being left out of the loop, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that my Violet was able to pull forth a sense of comradery from Gwen. My sister doesn’t have friends. Her issues make it difficult for her to make or keep them. Boyfriends are non-existent. My sister is unable to take care of herself, much less others, which is why she relies so heavily on me. The fact that she seemed to have this desire to look out for Violet—even so much as protecting a secret—was huge for Gwen.
Maybe Violet’s neatness would rub off on Gwen.
The very thought of Violet wading through Gwen’s mess has me suppressing a shudder. Gwen is too much like Mother. She teeters on that edge between sane and lost. It terrifies me. I attempt to tether her to me so if she falls, I can reel her back in. From time to time, I do just that. But what worries me the most is that our connection won’t be strong enough. That one day she’ll fall and it will simply snap. My sister will be just as gone as our mother.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and brush Violet’s hair from her brow so I can see her eyes. They’re closed and her mouth is parted. She sleeps soundly. With a smile, I peel away the blankets and regard her perfect form. Who needs sleep when you get to spend the night staring at this vision? I begin a slow, subtle pulling of her T-shirt. Tiny movements that won’t be felt as she slumbers. Carefully, I bring her arms through the holes of her shirt and then eventually remove the shirt altogether. Her tits are absolutely divine in the moonlight. With a sigh, I carry her shirt over to the hamper and dump it inside. Then, I make my way back over to her. Pale pink panties are the only thing she wears now. I want those gone too.
My fingers tug at the fabric and I’m able to gently slide the soft material down her thighs. Once I get them past her knees, she makes a soft sigh. I pause in my efforts as my heart jackknifes in my chest. If she found me like this, undressing her, things could turn bad very quickly. Her breath evens out, though, and I set to sliding her panties off the rest of the way. Instead of relinquishing the lingerie, I keep it as a token. I inhale the fabric, my mouth watering at her unique scent before I shove them into my pocket.
My cock is hard in my pants, but I ignore it as I settle for digging more into her life. I snag her phone from the charger and take it with me into the kitchen. In the dark, I rummage around until I find a bowl of fruit on the counter. I settle at a bar stool and begin peeling the orange as I flip through her phone. She has no pictures saved, which I find strange. But when I hunt through the deleted folder, I find a few selfies she took. So beautiful when she smiles. I also find some screenshots of the ocean. There’s even a screenshot of a woman’s Facebook page and I connect this woman as her mother. From her phone, I text all of the pictures to my phone. Of course my phone doesn’t buzz from my pocket because I turned it off before my little recon mission. I delete the trace of my sending them to me from her phone.
Once I finish peeling my orange, I eat the wedges unrushed as I snoop through her phone.
Her texts are basic. I’m in her contacts along with my office number. She also has that fucker Sean Slante on there. I’m not sure where all of her friends are but they’re not here on her phone. Popping up her messages with Sean, I read through everything they’ve chatted about. Apparently he’s very apologetic about last night. The motherfucker should be. He took advantage of her. She eventually responded back to him in a very polite manner, saying she’d talk to him later. He’d responded back with some other flirty bullshit. And my girl never replied. I smile and it doesn’t feel as foreign as usual.