Carmen recuperated her main strap from its concealing spot and tucked it under all that she had proactively placed in her short-term pack, which was full. She needed more than one night before confronting Robert again. Not because she was humiliated, embarrassed or terrified of what they did. She feared how she would act when they discussed their rash way of behaving.
She had some awareness of the outcomes of the path she had taken, it was past the point of no return. She had previously done countless terrible things. Some of them weren’t her decision, yet she had begun the thing with Erica. She had delighted in it, let it repeat, and was carrying her bodacious body to get it done that night.
Early that day when she woke up, It took just a brief time before she started thinking about the climax, Robert’s hands on her wet body, his rooster squeezed against her back and the luxurious vault furrowing between her pussy lips. At the point when his dick got at the kickoff of her pussy and nearly went up inside her body, something changed.
If she didn’t deal with it well, Robert would run and continue to run from his sentiments. She knew how he had an outlook on her, consistently had. At first, it was strange, then it excited her, and she had wanted him to chase after her, but he had so much guilt that he withdrew from her. That was the point at which she covered her own sentiments somewhere down in her heart.
They could have remained there if not for that kiss. Why in the world did he need to kiss her?
Robert meant well. As abnormal as his strategy seemed to be, it would have come to his meaningful conclusion. It ought to have been gross, and they ought to have snickered about it later. That would have been true if they were normal twins.
He at absolutely no point ever anticipated that they should kiss in the future, that had been clear in the bathroom, but it was also obvious how much he liked it. He knew it had started something, but he thought he could prevent it from going any further.
The thump at the door made her pant, She instantly got mixed up. She wanted to hide in the wardrobe, since she wasn’t prepared to face Robert.
“Carmen?”
She replayed her name, and the spots before her eyes blurred. It wasn’t Robert. One more knock was followed by “Carmen…?”
“Come in,” she said as happily as her stunned psyche could sound.
“Patty…!! OMG, what are you doing here?” She watched her cousin stroll into the room, and her levelheadedness returned.
“It’s been like years if I’m not mistaking since you’ve been here.” It had, and it was amazing seeing Patty in her room.
Patty either could have done without her dad or her dad could have done without Patty, or both. You could feel it in the room when they were together, which seldom occurred.
Patty grinned and said, “You leaving??”
Carmen took a look at the clothes hanging out of her pack, then back at her cousin.
“No… Just uh. simply going through an evening or two with some friends.”
“Friends… Indeed”
“Oh… No, you know I don’t have male friends.”
“Yeah!! Why should I forget that” Patty said as they chuckled?
“So what are you getting ready for…”
“Getting some stuff and spending some precious time with my friends”. Carmen stated.
Patty raised a brow, sneered, and said,
“You mean the stuff you can’t wear around here?”
“Patty, you know all about me,” she said. “I never disrupt the norms.”
“I’m not accepting that, but rather you’re most certainly better compared to I was at your age.”
She watched Patty fold her long, dark hair behind her ears and got that abnormal inclination she generally got when she saw herself in her cousin.
“You might be surprised,” she said, and wanted her words back before they finished coming out of her mouth.
“Most likely not,” Patty said with a certified look.
“What brings you here, though?” she said. “Robert’s not home, he’s working.”
“Hey… I came to see you,” Patty said, and pressed Carmen’s arm.
Patty’s touch befuddled her thinking facilities. She was too pretty to be so strong. Carmen had never become acclimated to her cousin’s embraces.
Other than her dad, Carmen didn’t know anyone that could have done without Patty, not even the burly guys who she battled with at the racetrack.
Robert loved her and used to have eyes only for her, and Carmen couldn’t find faults in that. If she had known how much she liked girls, she probably would have had a crush on her too.
“Me? Seriously?” Carmen said, her nerves shivering.
“Yes… you,” Patty said, and sat on the edge of Carmen’s bed.
“Why?” she inquired.
“Okay. When I saw Robert… ”
“You saw Robert?” Carmen said.
“Yes, that should have been two weeks ago if not,” Patty said, then stopped and her right eye squinted.
“He told you nothing about it?”
“No, I had no clue,” Carmen said. “You know I’d have followed him if he did mention something about visiting you.”
She sat close to her cousin. She missed the days when their families hung out a lot.
After some seconds of silence. Patty said, “Quit worrying about that,” and tapped Carmen’s thigh. “I asked Robert how things were, the manner by which you were, and even though he said nothing was wrong…I know that wasn’t true. I had this feeling…”
“Patty and feelings are one,” Carmen said. She was apprehensive at this point. Patty was also sensitive like her when it comes to reading minds. She wasn’t planning on telling Patty anything.
“I’m fine. I can’t completely accept that you came here because of the feeling. You might have called or messaged.”
“I might have. Yes! But I missed you, and I was also going this way, so I thought I’d come by and see how things are going over here.”
Patty set her arm around Carmen’s back. She couldn’t stand it when Patty sent a chill down her spine after touching her.
“I think things are uh… Good!,” she said. “I got all A’y and vacation is at last here. Things couldn’t be better than this.”
“Carmen!!.”
The three years between them wasn’t as critical as it used to be. Patty was controlling her when they were growing up, and their parents should urge them to lay attention to elderly people. And Patty’s tone brought that moral back. Telling her about those little secrets of hers were the least of the things she had planned not to talk about.
There it is, the penetrating stare from Patty, making her feel the same thing Robert had felt when she reads his mind.
“Stop trying to read my mind” She said as a brim of tears curled up, she turned her face away.
“What’s happening?” Patty inquired.
She cleaned her eyes. As Patty manoeuvred her into a hug. The hug was the hottest, most protective embrace she had longed for, and it made her need to purge her spirit, leave out nothing and tell her everything about her little dirty secrets as that might ease the burden.
“Nevertheless…I can’t allow that to happen”