Ginger Fox Part 4

“You don’t need to say, some things are obvious. My brother would rather fuck a keyhole than get between that cold bitch’s legs.” I widen my eyes at Baby, feeling even more confused.
“They don’t sleep together?” Baby gives a wide, mocking smile and shakes her head.
“No, never. Thirteen years of the purest and most perfect facade.”
“Wow!” I let out a long whistle, raising my eyebrows, intrigued by their convenient arrangement. “Thirteen years!”
My fingers go back to tracing patterns in the sand, trying to imagine what kind of scandal could be so severe as to warrant a thirteen-year marriage.
“Thirteen years, girl. Lorane isn’t a saint, I know that, and Jonathan… Well, he’s Jonathan.”
“Well, the important thing is that he loves you, just like Jon, right?” I haven’t seen Mr. Roy since the first dinner; it’s as if he’s disappeared from the mansion in recent days. “If he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t have stayed taking care of his nephew.”
“You’ll find out, before summer ends, that we all have different demons inside us, Gim. Some just manage to lock them away more naturally. Roy is a master at that.”

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At the end of the night, I’m still thinking about how to react to Baby's touch, and it feels so strange, so unconventional, and far removed from the conservative values my family always preached at home. I’ve never felt attracted to women, but still, I’m curious about having such a strong reaction to Baby. Maybe it’s been too long since I had sex, and because of Jon’s move, I no longer risk masturbating in the shower. I’m having serious issues with the Roy siblings. First, I found myself hyperventilating while looking at the grumpy man, and then my body quickly ignited at the thought of kissing the stunning blonde.
I glance toward the bedroom, seeing Jon asleep in bed, wrapped in blankets, and walk to the balcony. I slowly close the curtains and sliding glass doors, trying not to wake him. I sit on the lounge chair at the corner of the balcony and stretch my legs on the marble floor. With my phone in my hands, I call Tom for the third time; he was supposed to video call me tonight, but he hasn't answered or called back. Frustrated and still feeling lost, I let my thoughts run wild. I think about everything since the first day I arrived here and the end of the conversation with Baby. Maybe she’s right. We all have different demons inside us, and mine are becoming too liberated in this place. The strange dreams that assault me at night make me wake up drenched in sweat the next day, breathing heavily. Perverse dreams where I’m swallowed by a pair of intense eyes, and while I see Mr. Roy’s eyes, it’s Baby’s that consume me. With each memory of my erotic dreams, I grow hotter and more hyperventilated. I’m aware that my fingers are sliding down my legs. I’m hidden in the corner of the balcony, only the low light of the moon illuminating me. My teeth bite my lower lip as I stifle a moan when the image of the dream comes back so clearly. It’s strong, brutal, and cruel, almost tearing as Mr. Roy fucks me. I know I should hate myself for thinking about another man besides Tom, but I can’t stop my mind from fantasizing. And when my fingers find the center of my legs, I push aside my dress, pull the side of my underwear, and shiver, gripping the phone tighter. My head falls back against the chair, and I move one of my legs to the side, allowing my movements to be free. I imagine his fingers in place of mine, circling my clitoris slowly, sliding a finger between the lips of my vagina. I lazily rub, feeling it wet and warm. My hard nipples throb in pain, indignantly unappreciated. I squeeze the phone tighter as my fingers circle the swollen, throbbing nerve with more agony. Hell! I don’t need much to feel the waves of pleasure and small shocks running through my body, just imagining his eyes locked on mine again, but this time not Mr. Roy’s, but Baby’s, with her dilated gray orbs. She drags her long nails down my legs, and as only my mind can imagine, I fantasize there on the balcony, with the two of them as my favorite secret, between Roy and Baby. With this small hallucination from my depraved mind, I bite my lips with double the force as the orgasm hits me. My legs close, and I squeeze my thighs around my arm, with my heart racing fast.
After the euphoria, I’m overcome by a lightness that consumes me. I open my eyes, staring at the starry sky. No matter how much I search within myself, looking for the values I was taught, the upbringing my parents gave me, nothing makes me feel guilty for fantasizing about being with both of them. Indeed, Baby is right, sexuality is beautiful. I cover my face with my fingers holding the phone, smiling slowly, as I adjust myself on the lounge chair, fixing my dress. I turn my face, looking at the darkness of the neighboring balconies, thankful that they’re empty. I check the time and see it’s almost 1 AM. Tom must be asleep by now. I sigh quietly, letting the phone go. The distant sound, like a breath of wind, makes me lift my gaze, and I see a small red glow, like an ember lighting up, two balconies away from mine, which I mistakenly thought was empty. The large shadow moves from the dark corner, like a nocturnal predator emerging from the gloom, and stops by the side of the marble, letting the moonlight illuminate his face. Silently smoking his cigarette, he lets me know with the gleam in his eyes that he watched me masturbating from his vantage point.
“Shit!”