-- up all night

She wonders how close he is, which vantage point he’s watching her from. If he’s parked in the small lot a few yards away, with a perfect view up her skirt if she shifts her legs apart as he requests of her. Slowly, her long legs part, the fabric of her skirt shifting with the movement. One hand falls to her thigh, delicate fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh, while her other hand keeps a tight grip on her phone - keeping it held against her ear. “Is this slow enough for you, Monty?” Theo whispers, the pink plump skin of her lower lip caught between her teeth as her fingers curve and blunt nails scratch over her silky skin. 

“D’you wanna see what panties I’m wearing?” A minute passes, fingers still slowly inching higher until the fabric is bunched and her thighs are spread wide. God, she’s thankful there’s not a lot of foot traffic in this area, otherwise… her face flames at the thought even as she bares herself to Monty. “Oops… I guess I must’ve lost them somewhere in Toronto,” she breathes when it’s revealed she wears nothing beneath her skirt save for the thigh highs held against her thighs by the garter belt around her waist. 

Monty sighed feeling the heat creeping behind his navel as the material of Theo’s skirt began to lift. He had a brilliant view and part of him knew if she were to break his rule, she’d likely make direct eye contact with him. The thought alone made him twitch, though the tight fabric of his jeans constricted it. “That’s wonderful,” he replied, resisting the urge to moan as she reveals her lack of panties.

HER relationship with her brother had always been an awkward one. it was the original reason behind why she was always either dating someone or trying to set drew up. their connection was always a strong one && she had deny the underlying tension that hung between them. though he may have been looking at her in that dress but she was trying not to stare at his near nakedness. 

“yeah, it’s been like three months. he moved away && ended things.” a soft sigh left her lips. “you just seemed so happy with lyann. i didn’t want to ruin that or bring you down. you deserve happiness.” she twisted locks of strawberry blonde hair around her fingers like she did when she was anxious. “i mean one day i’ll find a guy that thinks i’m worth it. until then i’ll be fine.” though she didn’t fight his hug. she loved hugs from drew. though jaya had kind of forgotten he was only wearing boxers until that moment.

“Three months? You’re joking--” She had to be, right? There’s no way she’d let him believe she was perfectly fine for three months. He and Jaya had grown up close. So close, there were times he felt...ashamed of it. Well-- more of the thoughts it evoked. Even now as it all sunk in, he felt something mixing with the heat of anger he felt toward Kevin. “I appreciate it, I do, but jesus, Jaya. You could have said something. The only thing I’d ruin is Kevin face,”

“I’m offended. I’d never play with anyone’s emotions and I thought you knew me better than that,” she continues to pout despite herself and his lack of presence. Theo expects him to hear the dramatic, but feigned tease in her voice. With her hair free, fingers combing through tresses to rub over her scalp, a quiet little moan manages to escape her against her better judgement. “Whining usually gets me pretty far. Especially when it involves me begging you to fuck me harder,” she muses, crossing her legs, skirt riding higher on her thighs where it hugs her curves. 

“A show? Are you here? Monty… I really just want to go home,” Theo sighs, except the small thrill of curiosity behind her naval blooms at his words. “I… You’re lucky I love you,” she adds before nodding, dropping her gaze to her lap. “Alright… you’re about to make me get myself off in public, aren’t you?” 

He can, in fact, hear the pout in her voice and it has him wetting his lips as he shifts in his seat again. It’d be so simple to wave her over, pull her into the car and give her what they both clearly craved.

IT seemed that maybe at some point she should tell him she was single. jaya just hadn’t wanted to do anything to sour his mood lately. it was unusually to see him as happy as he had been lately. who was she to put a damper on that. though as she rounded the corner && almost saw him naked, her thoughts froze for a moment. but she shook it off, not trying to think about it. just flashing a soft smile at the man. her favorite person in the world. 

“you should really pay attention to who is walking into the apartment, drew?” her tone was teasing as she tried not to stare at him barely wearing anything. he was a rather attractive man despite being her big brother. “wouldn’t really call going to the movies be myself a hot date.” she might a well tell him the truth now. not like she had meant to hide it all from him the first place. fingers tugging at the hem of her dress before she looked back up at him. “i mean kevin dumped me months ago.”

His eyes lingered, tracing the curves of the dress. He didn’t bother hiding it, not really. As close as they were he knew Jaya would think nothing of it. He was just-- appreciating the fact that she liked his gift. He was proud he’d done well. Nothing more. Nothing less.

“Wait-- he did what?” Her words sank in, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “What do you mean Kevin dumped you months ago?” Heat rushed to his face. Here he was, prancing around with a woman she’d introduced him to, living life like a big giddy idiot and his sister-- Jaya, was suffering in silence. He was practically rubbing it in her face and he had no fucking idea. 

“When have I ever denied you, Monty? Never, right? So why in the world would I start now?” Theo teases lightly, skin heating against his words. Memories of rough fingertips gliding over her skin, clothes torn from her body with desperate haste. These become a kaleidoscope of familiarity causing the blonde to shift on the bench and hate the fact that she’s not in his apartment, yet. “Phenomenal ‘me’ time? Monty,” she pouts, forcing the soft whine into her voice.  Her fingers push through her hair to tug the elastic band from around the blonde tresses. “I can’t think of any right now, but I’m open to suggestions.” 

“I dunno. Maybe you want to play with my emotions,” he replies, drawling his words to inflict his own brand of angst. He can see her, her fingers flitting through golden locks as they cascade onto her shoulders. The pads of his fingers brush against his thumb, unable to help the rush of heat. Perhaps he hadn’t wanted to drag himself out of his loft, but he was here now. No harm in enjoying the sights, right? “Tut tut, whining will get you no where,” It was a bold face lie. His expression alone would have given it away, but she wasn’t there to see it, was she?

“There’s only like… one bridge!” Theo laughs with a small shake of her head. She knows she should probably be angry with him for invading her privacy for that brief second in time he’d downloaded said app, but she’s also very grateful she doesn’t have to try to give him directions. “You just wanted a new way to stalk me as if my Instagram isn’t enough for you,” she teases lightly, leaning back against the bench she’s on. “Uh… a weekend of hot, sweaty sex isn’t enough incentive for you?” 

“Yes, I’ve heard of an Uber. I take them all the time, but I just figured you’d love me enough to come get me.” She’s pouting, despite his inability to see that she’s doing so. Sighing heavily, Theo plops down on the nearest bench, rolling her suitcase so it’s resting beside her. “I’m near the bridge? You’d think I’d have a better sense of direction since I travel for a living, but I’m exhausted and clearly my brain isn’t working properly right now. I’m sorry.” Theo sighs, genuinely apologetic at having to be this person right now.

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          “All I wanted to do was surprise you and now I’m so incredibly lost in this city of yours so… please put on some clothes and come get me?” 

THE last several months were not jaya’s favorite thing. sure, she’d set her brother with lyann. but she hadn’t expected him to almost completely disappear. at first she’d still been with kevin but then he’d dumped her. && drew hadn’t been there when she’d gotten home. hell, he still thought they were dating. so, she just went about her day like everything was fine. today when came home, she passed the infamous woman in the hall. “later, lyann.” she said with a pleasant smile before entering her apartment. she dropped her bag in her normal spot on the chair by the door. “drew, where you at?” her red dress swaying as she walked to look for him. @upallncght​

Hearing the door shut, Drew sighed and tucked his arms behind his head with a smirk. Another day in paradise. The last few months had been like some sort of dream really. His app company was taking off. His bank account looked great. He was constantly jotting down new ideas and sketches. And his love life? Thanks to Lyann, his funk was long gone. Both sexually and romantically. Which was particular surprising. it wasn’t unusual for Jaya to set him up with someone. What was is that he actually ‘clicked’ with Lyann. It wasn’t just awkwardly trying to be nice or humoring her for boredom’s sake. He liked her. A lot. So when he heard the door open again, his smirk grew into a wide smile and he got out of bed, not bothering to cover up as he made his way to his doorway. 

‘are you already talking about having more?’ jessie chuckled, nimble fingers twirling around strands of his hair as his head lay against her swollen belly, ‘let’s make sure we can take care of these two first before we start planning more, huh?’ despite her words jessie knows that more kids will come after the twins. she wanted a big family. she was the youngest of five herself and both of her parents came from large groups of siblings. jessie had always imagined herself as a mother though she had always imagined it happening later in her life. not at eighteen, in her senior year of high school and certainly not by him of all people. things had gotten complicated lately. parents where demanding she not be allowed to walk during her upcoming graduation and she’d been doing home school for the last few months. her parents where refusing to speak to her. they were good, devout catholics and jessie had apparently shamed them by getting knocked up before getting married, ‘six more weeks.’ jessie patted her stomach softly before moving her hand to rest against his abdomen, ‘i can’t believe i’m graduating, getting married and giving birth in the next few weeks.’ she shook her head. it had certainly been a hectic year. jessie lets her head fall back against the wall, ‘remind me again why i let you talk me into getting married before the babies come and not after?’ she asks, twirling strands of his hair around her fingers, ‘i’m going to be thirty-four weeks pregnant on our wedding day!’ jessie looks down at him, ‘you better hope these kids decide to wait the two weeks to my due date or else i’m giving birth at our wedding.’

Christian smirked, his eyes not moving from his phone. He stopped paying attention to the sudoku puzzle the moment her fingers dipped into his hair, but it’d been a long day and he was enjoying just...existing for a while. So he listened, eye lids drooping before chuckling softly. “We can take care of a whole litter if we put our minds to it,” he replied, remembering how his parents raised him and his siblings. Of course, he and Jessie wouldn’t have the support system his folks had had. No, things became complicated when you fell in love with your brother’s daughter. And even more so when you impregnate her before she’s nineteen. “You and I, little one, will get through this just fine. We just have to take precautions. Plan next time,”

As he lunges, she scrambles backward, attempting to keep the hose out of his reach. It’s not fair that he’s tall and lanky and she’s barely five foot with not enough grace to be coordinated. She struggles to keep the hose pointed toward him, completely soaking through his white tee, but she barely manages to hang on long enough because before long, his strength out does her own and he’s able to turn the hose onto her. Drenching her own t-shirt - thin and light pink - and the denim shorts she’s wearing. “I honestly didn’t think I’d win this fight, but I had to show you I meant business,” she tells him, sputtering through the water on her face, hair clinging to her skin. Still wrestling with him, she doesn’t notice the peak of her nipples beneath her shirt or how the now wet fabric has molded to her breasts - making her lack of bra very noticeable given their current situation. Whatever fantasy Millie had about her big brother while she was growing up, something about marrying him and being the only boy she’s ever going to love (which she knows is silly now), she doesn’t think much about being pressed so close to him, rubbing against his body as she tries to wrestle the nozzle of the hose back toward him. She certainly doesn’t think of how it makes her feel - how her body seems to buzz with a renewed energy, wanting to feel his hands on more than just her own. 

With the slick rubber gripped in his hand, he angled it and felt the sudden chill of night air as the water diverted. It was an awkward position with both of them struggling, so it wasn’t like he could aim or anything. It hit her hair, her shirt-- well just about everything. Which seemed fair since he was practically dripping as he stepped forward to get a better grip. “Rookie mistake,” he pressed against her, trying to push her hand off the trigger, “Cause now I’ve got you...”

It’s taking more effort than he expected, but the moment their bodies touched sending waves of adrenaline through their friction, Austin was hyper aware of their....situation. His once small, delicate, little sister was putting up a fight. It didn’t matter that they were both soaked, their light colored clothing now translucent and stuck awkwardly to their flesh. It didn’t matter that their hair was just as wet or that he could feel goosebumps rising on exposed skin. All that matter was showing her she wasn’t as grown up as she thought. Using his left foot, he stepped behind her and in between her stance and all it took was a push of his hips to knock her into the hay. Or it would’ve, had the hose not tripped him up, bringing him down right on top of her.

Rosie: It is! I'd hate to tease you if you don't think you can handle it...

Louis:Ha, very funny.

Louis:We both know if /anyone/ can't handle it, it's you.