Author's note: Here is the 3rd chapters of The sun I can't see. It is a bit different than the first two chapters but I hope you'll like it. I recommend that you read the last few lines of chapter 2 just to put yourself back in context. Enjoy your read.
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Chapter 3 - Sunset
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"Kill me!"
"No... I won't kill you. Come on. Stop acting like a baby."
I pressed the button on my talking watch for the tenth time.
"The time is 8:38 am."
Last night at the Fox & Spice, everything was going fantastically well until... the kissing slave girl. I've been crying my life out since that moment. Immediately after what happened, I changed back in my regular clothes, and we went straight home; it unfortunately shortened our evening.
This morning, Miles tried to make me feel better, but there was nothing he could do. I would stay in bed until I dehydrated and died.
"The time is 8:39 am."
"Come on, Alex! Stop pressing that button and get out from under the blankets. Your breakfast was ready an hour ago."
"The time is 8:39 am."
No. I was not going to get out from under the blanket, not until I was deceased. Miles didn't know what to do with me anymore, and I didn't know either. The fact was, there was nothing that could be done. Things would never be the same.
"The time is 8:40 am."
"Okay, that is enough. Here, I have your blindfold. Let me put it on you, and then we can talk."
"No!"
"Alex, what is the big deal? Yes, you kissed a girl you knew, so what? It is not the end of the world."
"Leave me alone! You know that's not the problem."
"The time is 8:40 am."
No... It was really not the issue. I kissed that slave girl for a long time in front of Miles; it felt so good and so right, and I was so turned on by it. Then we went as far as trying to sneakily masturbate each other in public. Everything was extraordinary and would have turned this evening into the most perfect day of my life. But no. Instead, it turned into a nightmare.
While we were busy exchanging mouth fluids, the girl's fingers explored my pretty tag attached to my shiny new collar, and she was able to read my name which was engraved in braille; what were the odds for her to know braille? It didn't take her a lot of brainpower to understand that a cute blind girl named Alex was undoubtedly the only sightless Alex living in this city. So, of course, she recognized me.
"The time is 8:41 am."
"Alright, come here. Whining for the rest eternity won't help your case. Lift your head a bit."
Miles slid my silky blindfold over my eyes and tied it behind my head. He then sat on the bed and dragged between his legs. My back was now resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around me.
"So, what now? You are never going to talk to her again?"
"Of course, I'll talk to her again... How can I not! SHE IS MY SISTER, YOU DUMBASS!"
"Pfff. I thought she looked like you."
"STOP LAUGHING! It's not funny... How would you feel if you had sex with your brother?"
"I don't have siblings. I Would not know."
"Well, I KNOW! And it's not fun."
"Anyway, you didn't have sex with her. You just gave her a couple of small kisses. You make a big deal out of nothing."
"Not a couple of small kisses? We french kissed for fifteen minutes, and she even rubbed my crotch with her hand, and I liked it!"
"Now that you are mentioning it, it was kind of hot."
"Shut up!"
"Alex, just calm down, okay? She didn't know, and you didn't know. That was an honest mistake. That's all. It is not as if you are going to get pregnant because of this."
Perhaps not, but he was not the one who would have to face her and have to explain my rubber doll outfit. Plus, I learned my younger sister acted as a slave girl for another woman. How was I supposed to react? Miles put something in my hands.
"Here, take this," he said.
"What... My phone? Why?"
"Call her, talk about it, and put this behind you."
"Miiiiiles! What do you want me to tell her?"
"That you are sorry for what happened and the truth. You like the fetish scene. I'm sure your sister will understand. Don't forget she was there too, doing her slave thing."
I groaned incessantly, but I knew what he said was sound. It was better to defuse the situation quickly and try to put this behind us. I raised my knees to my forearms and held the phone in front of my face. I reluctantly spoke the command I didn't want to say.
"Call Marry."
It rang about three times before my sister answered. It felt like an eternity.
"Hey."
"Marry... So?... How are you doing?"
"Okay, I guess..."
"Yeah... So... about last night..."
"Alex... You put your tongue inside my mouth!"
"... Well... you did the same... and even touched my crotch."
"..."
"..."
Of course, this was going to be awkward. It was as embarrassing for her as it was for me. Miles put his hand on my shoulder and shook it a little. Yeah, I guess it was better to follow his plan.
"Listen, Marry... I just want to say that I am sorry..."
"Yeah... I'm sorry too... I should have asked some questions first. I never thought you could be such a pervert."
"Hey! Be nice. I was just having fun with my boyfriend. I didn't know you were dating girls either."
"I'm not dating girls. It was just role-playing with some friends. I like fooling around with them sometimes, that's all. So are you, apparently."
Yeah, I had things to admit as well. I liked my sister a whole lot, but we never talked much about our relationships, let alone our sex life. Part of it was my fault as I tended to dwell on my love failures and vent a bit too intensely.
"Well, listen... As you saw, I do have a thing for latex, but I usually keep it private," I said.
"Right. That must be why you danced like a sex maniac inside that cage for almost an hour, giving a good show to everybody."
"You... You saw that?"
"Everybody saw it. I'm sure you made quite a bit of money."
"Hey! No... It wasn't for the money... It was so that I wouldn't bump into people."
"We danced a lot together in the past and you never needed a cage. Anyway... for what it's worth, you did a good job."
I blushed a bit at the unexpected compliment. My sister never was the cheerful type; she was mostly shy and reserved, and laughing didn't come easy. We cared for each other, but when we grew up, we never had too many common activities outside our homework. The distance between us increased since we were young adults and started working. Thinking about this made me realize our latex fetish may have been one of the first strong interests we shared.
"Say, Marry... I did enjoy it a lot at the club last night... I mean... outside the sister kissing. So... Would you like to go back there with me one day?"
"... Yeah, I think we could do that. But we will need to talk about this some more before going. We need to know what to expect from each other. And don't tell mom."
"No!... Never!... I would never tell her something like that."
"Okay... I have to go now. I need to go brush my teeth again."
"Hehe. Have fun... and... Thanks, Marry, for understanding."
"Don't mention it. I'll text you later this week."