Sister!

Roger:

“OH MY GOD! Westfield London. Are you “fucking” with me?” Elicia beamed from the passenger seat, slapping my forearm excitedly as we pulled into the parking garage for the V.I.P. customers that would frequent the popular shopping mall.

“What, come to London and not shop? Are you “mad” woman?” Chris laughed from the third row as Elias and Ben rolled their eyes at his goofiness, but Elias seemed off his game.

All morning he seemed awkward, catching him with lust driven eyes as he watched Elicia laugh and enjoy our family breakfast with mom and dad. Mama Eve glowed the entire time as we listened to Elicia tell stories about her childhood, and to know the whole time, she never knew about the orphanage being filled with supernatural children.

“Mad, No! But a few “screws” missing, Yes!” Elicia laughed evilly with her fingers tented at the tips like a movie villain, easing the Rover into our normal parking spot within close proximity to the elevators.

“Fuck! Her cuteness is too much.” Purring in our link as we watched the bright glimmer, dance beautifully against those blue hazels as she tucked her purply-blue locks up into a messy bun.

Chuckling with my brothers as we spilled from the SUV waiting casually, making sure her bag was secured under her seat, grabbing her wallet with a final look over in the side mirror.

Quickly fingering her locks to fluff up the bouncy bun of vivid colors.

“This is on “us” put your wallet away.” Ben smiled brightly as she rounded the rear of the Rover, tucking her stray ombre locks behind her ear with a few chesty moans from us looking so “innocent” and carefree.

“I know, but you’re not buying everything. Hell No!” She waved her hands, gesturing a playful denial as she bounced happily to the elevator, noticing the cool garage air had pebbled her nipples through her tank and flannel.

“She could cut through glass with those things.” Laughing in our link, noticing Elias snapping his eyes along her body with a low growl as he slid off his jacket, placing it over her shoulders.

“T-Thank you, but I’m not cold.” She looked confused as the elevator dinged open, filing into the meticulously kept metal box, pressing the ground floor button with a mischievous smirk.

“The “girls” are cold.” Elias grinned darkly, looking down at her puzzled expression as her brows lifted in shock, crossing her arms over her chest with a deep blush painting along her cheeks.

“This is what I get for hating bras.” She mumbled under her breath as the elevator dinged to a stop, opening to the grand ground level that housed an indoor ice rink during the holidays and stores galore.

Sharing the same perked expression with my brothers as we led her to our normal stops, H&M, Urban outfitters, and a few others we knew she would feel comfortable shopping in. She was just so cute, fingering through the racks of cloths with her foot rubbing along her other as she studied and critiqued each selection.

“So, what’s got you all “quiet”?” Sitting next to Elias as he leaned his head back with a heavy sigh as Elicia pulled different pieces from the racks, smiling and giggling with the salesclerk that followed her with curly black locks twisted with blue extensions.

“Yeah, please indulge us.” Chris and Ben slid into the couch behind us with shit eating grins as the young light ebony salesclerk, helped Elicia in the changing room with arms full of clothing being passed back and forth over the changing room door.

“I want her so fucking “bad”.” He growled lowly, flopping his head forward with a strange expression painted darkly across his features, rubbing his hands through his styled locks.

“We all do, but there’s “something” else.” Looking over my shoulder at Chris and Ben as they leaned forward with their chins resting in their palms, fluttering their lashes playfully.

“Elias is hiding something.” Chris and Ben linked with playful laughs, humming the words like giddy school boys.

“Earlier, Maxine dropped Elicia’s bag with me, so I took it to her, not thinking clearly because her scent had me trapped in my mind. I thought I had knocked but clearly I didn’t…” He stopped mid-sentence as Elicia appeared in a mid-thigh, royal blue cocktail dress with a mesh strip down the front to her navel, exposing enough cleavage to get the blood pumping on high-octane.

“Jesus-Fuck-Me-Running.” Chris shouted excitedly in our link, breaking us from our silent shock with hard gulps that felt like ragged boulders scraping along the dry flesh with a heavy thud in the pit of my stomach.

Silently hoisting my slack jaw back in place from my lap as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

Words failed to form as she spun around with her arms held out, exposing the zig-zag straps that held the tight material flush to her curves. Leaning forward to conceal the growing erection that tented angerly against the denim, coughing into my fist hearing growls and grunts of approval.

“Well, what do you think? I mean its nothing like the black one I had, but I love the color and it has a built-in bra.” Her smile stretched ear-to-ear, pointing to the partially see-through top with her fingers as the growing ache deepened into a dark thumping, feeling the blood vessels popping and exploding under the pressure.

“Where are you planning to wear it?” Ben coughed out in a weird breathless exhale, smirking darkly at our side glares as the quiet, docile Ben spoke first with a bright glimmer in his eye.

“The Club, your “Club” of course. I had so much fun my first night, Randi and Rex invited me out Friday night after I’m done with sound checking for your parents anniversary. Also, after the episode at school, I placed a request for leave until next semester to make sure Peyton and Bain are completely handled.” Her words struck a few nasty chords with us as the snarls washed over us with a rushing rage.

How could she be so damn calm with everything that has happened these past two days?

“You forgot, didn’t you?” Her smile faltered into a small frown as she cupped her plush hips with her tanned hands.

“In our defense…” Chris started to speak with his hand flipped out, cut off by the narrowed glare of our “temptress” as she shook her head firmly in disappointment.

“I don’t want to hear it. I should be the one forgetting things, but I didn’t. This is important guys, your parents “love” and adore you to pieces. You’re lucky to have a family like that, regardless of the fact, they aren’t blood related but none the less your “Family”.” Tears slowly leaked from her misty hazel eyes, wiping them away with her fingers as Chris and Ben jumped up embracing her in a massive bear hug.

“Now I feel like an “Asshole”.” Elias grumbled under his breath, looking at him dumbfounded as Chris and Ben patted Elicia’s ass cheeks, sending her back to the changing room with bright smiles.

“No more “Tears” you got that “butterfly”.” Ben spokeloudly, catching the wide-eyed stares from the roaming customers and salesclerks wondering around the store as he flashed a playful wink towards Elias and me still sitting in silence.

“Butterfly?” Smirking with a tilted head as they slid back into their seats with heavy sighs, looking over my shoulder at their “dream boy” expressions.

“Dude, her “Ass”.” Chris bit into his bag, growling playfully as he shook his head to add the effect of a “mauling” animal.

Elias beamed ear-to-ear, leaning back into the sofa with his arms crossed smugly as his foot bounced playfully against the floor.

“It’s even better “naked”.” Elias purred in our link, sharing images of that creamy tanned body with curves so mouthwatering, and those lips.

Wait! What. When.

“You “Dog”! How could you and not tell your brothers?” My turn to pout with my arms crossed over my vibrating chest as Elicia stood with her arms stuffed high of clothing.

“Let me help with that “beautiful”.” Jumping to the rescue as the clothes began to slip from her arms, scooping up the assortment of blouses, jeans, and tanks, while the salesclerk put a bag over the dresses we didn’t get to see.

“Private “Showing”?” Whispering into her ear as her eyes grew large and bright, looking over her shoulder with a deep crimson blush as my brothers grumbled behind me.

“Maybe.” The word rolled seductively from her tongue as she handed the remaining clothes over to another salesclerk with dirty blonde hair and a thin as “fuck” blouse showing off her black lacy bra underneath.

Smiling brightly at her playful eye roll as my brothers gathered the remaining bags, joining us at the counter with curious smirks.

Ignoring the unwarranted flirting from the clerks as they rang up the clothes, observing Elicia looking away with a distressed expression as the clerks giggled and cooed.

Grinning behind my “temptress” as my brothers encased her with identical grins that danced darkly across our lips, paying close attention to Elicia as she avoided eye contact with the women.

“Your sister is so lucky.” The dirty blonde, smiled callously as she slipped her number across the counter with a smiley face sticking out its tongue and “CALL ME!” in bold red pen.

Sister!