It took longer than what it was supposed, but the wait was worth it. The house looked brand new with its new coat of paint and roofing, making it pop from the rest of the houses in the street.
When we got inside, we noticed immediately how the house looked brand new on the inside too. The second thing we noticed was how cool the air felt instead of toasty, as we’d be expecting before the renovations.
“What do you think?” Papa Stan asked us, Violet in particular, with a huge grin.
“Dad, don’t lie to me, how much did this all cost?” was her immediate question as she got up with Oliver hugged in her arms.
“Relax! I asked the bank for a loan and I’m to pay for it for the next four years,” he told her as he showed the palms of his hands, trying to calm her down. “The monthly payment is supper low and can be liquidated any time I want. I’ll show the contract to you later.”
“...Haah, fine. If you say so,” Violet sighed with a hand on her forehead. “Anyway, about the house... it looks great.”
“Wait until you see your room!” Sophie told her, linking arms with Violet and dragging her in. “Stran, could you please carry her boxes?”
Seeing my sister acting like that was pleasant. She was a nice stepmother, wasn’t she?
Our bedroom had already been refurbished to exactly how it was before and was almost as cool as the rest of the house. Visually, the four obvious different things from its past self were the naked mattress on the bed frame, the AC hanging above the window and the colour of the walls and floor that carried over to the panelling. Honestly, I thought that a wrought black iron bed would look better, the current one now looking too cheap, but that was a very minor gripe.
The walls had been painted a neutral blue. We had been asked for an opinion about what other colours could be used instead of white, and after Violet and I debated over it, we had set that one as the most preferable out of three, and they went with it.
The floor had been covered with floating floor mimicking dark wood that continued over about Violet’s hip height as panelling, and so had the ceiling been covered with a false one of the same material. That lent a fancy but still inviting and cosy appearance to the room, and was the reason why I thought the bed looked a bit out of place now.
I also noticed the window before sis pointed that out. It too had been replaced. Where before was simple glass in a wood frame now was double glass and aluminium.
“Huh, I thought it was wood too,” Violet stated, tapping the dark frame of the window.
Violet looked as pleased as I was with the result, and so was sis after seeing our faces, but then, Violet got very serious as she looked around, making sis a bit nervous.
“...So? What do you think?” Sophie asked, her body language showing her emotional state.
Violet looked at her, appearing to be lost in thought.
“I really like how it turned out,” she said before looking a bit more around. “It’s far better than anything I had expect, but... I’m just finding it a bit weird how quiet the house is now.”
“Oh yeah, now that you mention it,” I concurred.
The house had always been quiet due to its location in town, but now was a different kind of quiet. The kind that makes you notice a buzzing in your ears. Not something that we couldn’t get used to, but now that she mentioned it, it was there.
“What about the rest of the house? The kitchen and bathroom?” Violet asked, looking a bit more excited as she stepped closer to Sophie
My sis’ face lit up like a Christmas tree after hearing that and linked arms again with Violet to guide her around her own house.
Those two divisions were left mostly the same while the living room looked the most different. It too had been painted in a different colour, this time it been a nice shade of green, not too bright and not too dark and used the same flooring and ceiling as our bedroom. It was a nice way to make it feel fancier and homier without having to change everything.
“I got to hand it to you dad, you did a nice work around the house,” Violet said, putting Oliver down. He had seen his bowl of food and remembered he was feeling peckish.
I followed the furball to give him some food, treats and pets, smirking at the fact that now we could hear him walking about. His nails produced a clickty-clack as his steps landed on the floor.
“Actually, a lot of it is thanks to Sophie,” he said. “If not for her, everything would look white and minimalistic.”
“Ah, I should have guessed,” Violet calmly said. “The house does look far prettier than what you’d be able to pull off.”
“Did you really have to put it that way?” Stan asked, sounding a mix of amused and hurt.
“Thanks Sophie. For convincing me and for what you did to the house.”
My sister very awkwardly said it was nothing, but Violet insisted. She even got a hug from Violet, the lucky girl. She probably didn’t know how rare it was for Violet to do that with people that weren’t me.
“Anyway,” sis said as she broke away her hug with Violet. “We should unpack your stuff.”
“No, erm, wait!” Violet urged.
“...Yes?”
“...Why don’t you and dad go out on a date instead?” Violet suggested to her. “Abby and I can work quite fast together, and the house is cleaner than what I had expected, so we can manage. Besides, you two don’t spend all that much time together, so...”
“...Are you sure?” Sophie asked.
Stan stepped in, placing a hand over Sophie’s shoulder and told her that, if Violet was saying that, then, she was sure.
My siter thanked her and gave Violet a hug that my wifey had difficulty figuring out how to react. Funny how she was ok giving one, but when receiving, she got back to her usual awkwardness.
I tapped her back and jokingly said how nice she was once we were alone, but Violet seemed to disagree with me, sliding behind me and putting her arms around my belly.
“I didn’t do it totally out of the goodness of my heart,” she told me, giving me a nice squeeze.
I asked her what other reason there was, pretending not to notice how she was bumping her hips on my bum.
“We are alone now, and the house is practically soundproof so... maybe we could do something without worrying about the noise for once?” she asked, uncovering one of my ears for teasing. “When was the last time we had that opportunity?”
“Hmm... I’d say when we were at the creek?” I wondered out loud, finding it hard to disagree.
“Besides... I still have to repay how you for how you woke me up this morning.”
She wanted to repay me for that?
I knew she’d be waking up a bit cranky after a night of poor sleep and looking forward to lots of working cleaning the house, so I did give her a nice treat to wake her up, but in a way, that had been its own reward, and I wasn’t counting on getting retribution.
Still, I was enjoying Violet getting frisky with me while smooching me over an eye when she asked if there was something in particular I’d like her to do.
Thing is, there are so many things I enjoy her doing to me or for me that I was finding it hard to pick.
“I didn’t say it had to be just one, did I?” she asked me with a playful smile.
“Hehe, then... hmm... Ah! A massage!”
“A massage? Fufu, ok,” she giggled, moving her hands over my shoulders.”
“Bzzz, wrong!” I said, turning around and grabbing hold of her hands. “I meant one of your special massages.”
“Ooh! One of ‘those,’” she laughed. “Fufu, ok.”
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Abby lazily and pleasantly stretched her body over mine, me taking the chance to run my fingertips over her bare skin, from her hips over her sides, armpits and all the way to her hands, entangling fingers with her before crossing our arms over her chest, Abby giggling and smooching my cheekbone all the time I was doing that.
“Your massages are the best,” she murmured in a moany voice as she snuggled against my face.
I gave her a tight hug as I kissed her, enjoying Abby’s happy sounds before asking if she wanted another massage.
She moaned a no and said that she wanted us to cuddle for now.
We both sighed in contentment before giggling in unison and proceeded to kiss, Abby turning around to lay belly down on me, wiggling her feet in the air and, making the cutest sound as I french-kissed her. When we parted lips, she rested her head by mine, her lips right next to one of my ears.
“Mmh, sure feels nice not having to worry about people hearing us moaning and giggling,” she said in a low tone.
“Especially when you make such adorable sounds,” I chuckled.
“Look who’s talking,” she grumbled.
To prove her point, she pulled my earlobe inside her mouth with her tongue before giving it a nibble, making me let out a most affectionate giggle.
I told her to stop unless she wanted something to happen, but not only did she ignore my comment but also started lifting my T-shirt.
After a bit of mutual lovemaking, we were back to lying on top of each other, Abby having moved to rest her head on my chest, wanting to hear my heartbeat while I played with her fluffy hair.
The house sure was quiet now, allowing me to perfectly hear Abby’s quiet breathing and rustling hair on my fingers. Perhaps I always could, but now, I didn’t have other sounds muffling them.
“It sure feels nice here,” I thought, tumbling us to the side, still holding Abby as close as possible and giving her a leg for her to hug between hers.
“Hehe! Just what I was in the mood for,” she chirped, running a foot up and down my shin.
Maybe it was coincidence, but I’d like to believe it was either intuition or some other sixth sense of knowing the girl I love wanted something.
And speaking of intuition, I was thinking about how the love I felt for her felt as unfathomable as the idea of infinity when she gave my chest a long kiss before saying “love you to bits too.”
It was probably a bit freakish for an outsider’s view how much we seemed to telepathically communicate. Personally, it didn’t faze me anymore. And if I was to marry her, might as well have that sort of connection.
“...”
Tomorrow was going to be a huge day for us. Tomorrow, we’d be picking up our wedding rings after having been engraved, the jewellery having called us Friday night to inform us that we could go there Monday morning. Last week, after I left work with my payment, I found Abby waiting for me at the door. She was so excited about us going to choose our rings that she came pick me up.
We didn’t care about it being made of a fancy metal or have a stone on it, so we picked a simple band whose metal wouldn’t tarnish with time. It was super cheap as a result, and even after adding the cost of having them engraved, it still was stupid cheap. So cheap in fact that my first pay check could have covered the cost of both rings and pay for our lunches afterwards.
“Hmm? Are you in the mood again?” I asked, Abby having started to kiss and fondle my chest.
“Yeah,” she told me, looking up and showing glistening eyes. “You’re thinking about tomorrow, aren’t you?”
“Fufu, guilty as charged.”
She rolled on her back and pulled me along.
Before I started anything, I looked her in the eye and said something that brought tears and giggles to my beloved fiancée.
“I love you, Abbigail Evergreen,” were my hushed words, meant only for her ears.
“What did you call me?” she asked, choking a bit.
“I love you, Abbigail Evergreen,” I repeated, kissing her again as I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, the green specks glistening like stars in them, Abby tightening her embrace.
“Mmh! Love you!” she moaned as we started making love, exactly at the same time as there was a knock on the door.
We both froze up, staring at the door, waiting for confirmation that whoever had knocked hadn’t heard us. Well, heard Abby, but I had been the one making her let out such lewd sound, so...
Anyway, we weren’t being that much louder than normal, her moan being barely over a whisper, but I was still fretting.
“No way! They are back?!” I hushed at Abby, hurrying to put my clothes back on.
“Babe, it’s been two hours,” Abby hushed back, quickly checking her phone. “Hehe, two hours, hehe! Thow whole hours, hehe!”
I knew there was no point in telling Abby to pull herself together, and she was somehow managing to get dressed while bobbing side to side, but I still felt the urge to tell her that.
...She looks super happy, so it’s fine, I guess...
There’d be no way anyone would believe us when saying we did nothing, however. Not that it mattered. The only argument they could make was that it wasn’t even nighttime, but really, do people really have to wait until it’s, what, past nine o’clock to make love with their loved one? What if you’re both in the mood sometime during the day and have time to go for at least one round? What if you usually reach the end of the day dog-tired and just want to sleep once you hit the bed? Would we be supposed to way until it was the weekend? And that was assuming we’d still have them free after becoming adults. Or is my libido and weakness towards Abby’s charms that are in the wrong?
I think I don’t need to say what my opinion on the matter was.
“Yes?” I said, opening the door and coming face to face with Sophie.
“Ah! S-sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said, turning bright red. “I should have known you two would want to... erm, try out the new bedroom.”
“N-no, you didn’t...”
I stopped talking because, again, there was no point.
Abby was giggling and swaying side to side while hanging from one of my arms, there were hickeys on her neck, and behind us where Sophie stood, was a messy bed.
“...We should be unpacking anyway,” I said, trying to make her feel less guilty. “Anyway, did you need something?”
“Actually, yeah... I, erm... Do you mind if I... If I spend the night... here?”
“Here?” I asked, my brain seizing up for a second, making me think she meant in the same room as Abby and me.
Haah, really, how stupid of me...
Stupid and unnecessary, forcing Sophie to clarify that my dad invited her over so they could spend some more time together after a dinner date.
I was totally fine with it, but...
“Erm, why even ask me?”
“I mean... it’s your house too, and...”
Again, I was fine with it. As long as I didn’t hear their bed creak or them getting in an argument, that is. Or that they heard us. It was dad’s love life, and he was the parent, so why should my opinion matter? At least, to that extent. I could understand if it was all new and I had been caught off-guard by their relationship, but I thought we were past that point a long time ago.
I tried to give her a hug as I said I was ok with her staying whenever she wanted, but she stepped away.
“Sorry, erm, it’s weird getting a hug from you right after you and my baby sis... And, also... don’t take this to heart dear, but... you two need a shower after... that. How about just a handsha... wait... you might have used—”
“Sis,” Abby called out, having finally composed herself, sparing us from more shame. My girlfriend was looking exceptionally red as she partially hid her face behind me and hugged my arm, probably just as much as I was.
Sophie also snapped back to something closer to her normal self and asked if we minded joining her for lunch before taking her leave.
I closed the door and rested my back against it as I let out a long sigh, letting out the tension with the air.
Abby on the other hand chose to place her hands on my shoulders and press herself against me, face buried in my armpit.
“Dunno what sis meant,” Abby chirped after a bit, poking her head up, eyes closed and twitching nose as she sniffed me. “You smell wonderful to me.”
“...Yeah, to you,” I chuckled, putting my arms around her. “And she was talking about you too, stinky.”
“I’ll let you know that I smell like sunshine and Summer breeze,” she huffed, giving me a cocky look before driving her face on my chest.
I wondered if I had ever told her that was how I’d describe her natural scent. Not finding the memory of that happening, I then wondered if she had guessed. Whatever the case, Abby’s statement deserved a retort.
“I don’t know about that,” I said, looking away from her and pinching my nose, my voice coming out a bit distorted. “I think I should open the window.”
“You know you love it!” she laughed.
“True... I really love you, after all.”
“...Wanna finish what we started?” she asked, sounding needy.
“What about your sister?”
“She didn’t hear that loud moan I let out, right? And we still have time too,” she responded, sounding even needier and wiggling her body. “We shower together anyway. And also... you’re not the only one who hates it when we are interrupted.”
I relented, not being able to resist Abby’s voice and mannerisms.
We held hands as we walked to bed, stripped, got in and assumed positions. The mood was completely restored after a few kisses and tickles, and we both nodded when ready.
“Do you think it’s safe to say that you love my sister?” Abby asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck when I started moving.
“What kind of question is that!?” I asked, not only stopping but also lifting my body from hers. And right as we start making love too, I added with a grumble.
“Pfft, ah-hah! Sorry, you’re right. Still, since you paused... what do you say?”
It was really weird to say it when we were like that, but... in a way, yes, I loved her sister. She worried for me almost in the same way as—if not just as—she did about Abby. We had shared some private conversations and offered each other support. My dad also looked happy being with her. I couldn’t say it was the love someone has for a parent, but... maybe as some sort of big sister.
“Hehe, I see, I see. I’m happy to hear it, especially since she loves you too.”
“She does? I mean, I don’t doubt it, but...”
“She even hugged you and called you ‘dear.’ It kinda is for her what hugs are for you, ya see. Ah! But no cheating, ok? I know she’s a hottie, but—”
“—We done?”
“Hehe, yeah. Talking, I mean. You’re not getting away from loving me that easily.”
“As if I’d ever want that,” I grumbled before quieting her with kisses and resting my body on hers again.
I was still a bit irked but opening my eyes and seeing her happy face and hearing her happy sounds, it made me realise something.
Abby sometimes got on my nerves, but there was also something that made me forget all about it instantly: her genuine happiness of being with me.
“Babe? What is it?” she asked in a moany, gaspy tone, getting worried that I stopped moving again and was simply hugging her like I was trying to squeeze all the air out of her lungs.
“Sometimes, I realise that I love you so much that it hurts my heart and understanding of the universe.”
“Pfft, ah-haha! What’s up with that!? Hehe, well, good to hear that I’m not the only one! Please, be my wife.”
If only she knew what I had in store for her tomorrow.
I’d have to find a way to get her distracted long enough later, but for that, I’d ask Sophie for help.