Page 102 of Unfolding Kiara

It was, dare I say, funny to watch Kiara squirm the entire ride to my mothers’ house. She kept wriggling in the seat, biting her lips, sighing and clutching my hand. I had to bite my lip from chuckling when she glared at me, gripping my hand.

I was sure that she wanted to bite my head off.

I had woken her up with my tongue lapping over her wet cavern, groaning at her delicious feminine taste. But I wanted to tease her to the edge, so when she cried out that she would do anything to make her come, my mind went to the gutter. Today was Eveline’s birthday, and we were driving to my moms’ house. I had wrapped Kiara as my own personal gift.

After showering, I had taken care of patting her body dry with a towel and applied lotion all over her body without making any sex jokes or innuendos. It was a turn on for both of us to let me touch her in such an intimate way. It also meant that she had gone halfway into her subspace, and it made my ego boost that her body and mind reacted in such a way just by my mere touch and how much she trusted me.

I let her stand in front of the mirror, the same one we had sex in front of, and started wrapping a black-colored nylon rope around her petite body. With her arms raised and eyes closed, I had passed the rope under her aching breasts, making sure it was tight enough to make her aware of the rope on her skin and comfortable enough that she could move around easily.

Kiara had squirmed when I twined the rope over her hips, thighs, and the sides of her slick folds, but she let me without using any safe words. It was aHishi Karadarope dress, and she looked stunning in it. She had complained that it was too much for her and she would curse me in front of my mothers if I teased her too much.

I had simply grinned at her and told her to ditch the bra. She wore a velvet wrap dress that hid the minor bumps and coils of the rope underneath. Every step she took made the rope tighten around her and I relished in the small sighs she made.

My mothers were excited to see us when they opened the door, hugging and kissing us on the cheeks. Everything was decorated in baby pink, blue, green, and yellow. Keeping the gifts, I walked upstairs to find my little bean who was supposed to be combing her hair all by herself.

“Hey, Evey,” I grinned, looking in the mirror and crouched down beside her.

She hugged me, burying her face in my neck as I lifted her and rubbed her back. We talked for a while, sitting down on her twin-size bed. She was getting taller and reached my hips while her blonde hair was getting straighter and brushing her shoulders. Eveline asked me to braid her hair when Kiara knocked on the door and asked if she could join us.

“I brought some cupcakes for the birthday girl,” she said excitedly and watched Eveline blush, her bubbly cheeks getting red when she saw Kiara grinning at her.

I leaned back on my hands and watched my little sister talk with my girlfriend. They talked about hair, nails, and dresses. I loved how comfortable they both were around each other, and I almost didn’t hate the part when Eveline talked about her boy crush.Almost.

“Did you just sayboy?” I asked, straightening up. They both turned toward me and Kiara gave me a let-her-be-it’s-her-birthday look.

But I ignored that look and being a good brother, I asked her who was her crush.

“His name is Mark, and he shares his lunch with me,” she chirped and held my face in her small hands, “He even has blue eyes like you, Ethan!”

“If he reminds you of me, then he should be considered your brother, sweetheart,” I explained, but Kiara took her away from me, spoiling my sister with cupcakes and talking about boys.

Man, she grew up too fast.

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We had lunch with Eveline’s friends, including Mark, who I couldn’t stop glaring at until Kia pinched my butt. The cake was of Thor, her favorite superhero, and it was a fun time hanging out with kids except for the amount of noise and screaming or the flirtatious smiles of cougars.

The lunch went much better as I kept teasing Kiara when she served slices of pizzas to kids. She gave me the stinkiest glare she could muster and told me to piss off and help while I tried keeping my hands to myself. She looked hot when she was angry.

It was dinnertime and Eveline’s nanny, Carol, had arrived with her twin daughters much to my dismay. Her daughters were seniors in college who sometimes babysat Eveline if both my moms had the same shift and I had to work. It was good because she was a great nanny and loved taking care of Eveline.

The bad part was that I had slept with her in my second year of college when we both were home. I was so not proud of myself at that moment.

“Why does Eve’s nanny and her daughters keep glaring at me?” Kiara asked, taking out the plates and turning to me. “Do I have something on my face?”

Like a charmer, I pecked her cheek. “Why,yes, of course. It’s called being beautiful, Bella.” I leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped me, her brows furrowing.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Uh oh.

I sighed, running a hand over my face, “I may or may not have slept with her.”

“What?”

“And the twins,” I mumbled.

Kiara didn’t say anything, so when I looked at her, she seemed speechless. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. “Together?”

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