Before I start, I'd like to apologise once more for the delay in posting this. Who'd have thought that having a child is so tiring and time consuming...? I also struggled with this chapter. I had an idea in my head with how I wanted it to go, but the story just wouldn't work with me. It evolved, but I still wasn't happy with the outcome. It's taken me a long time to create something I'm at least okay with, but hopefully you enjoy it.
I will try my best to post more regularly, however I'm restricted as to what I can write by life right now. I have, however, completed the first chapter of my new story, which I will post after the final chapter of this.
And now, without further preamble, we continue our story.
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My world collapsed in on itself. I felt as though I was going to throw up. How on earth had this happened? How had Emily found out? How had she got in the house? The case of how she had tied me spreadeagled was far easier to solve - I doubt I would have woken for an earthquake with how much I'd had to drink. Through all this though, one irrefutable fact was clear - I was royally fucked.
I struggled against the bonds holding me there, desperate to get out. I had initially hoped for the ground to open up and swallow me, but it was becoming apparent that the chances of that were slim to none. Emily had done a good job, however. There was no hope of me escaping. As this fact settled on me, a strange sense of calm washed over me. I was fucked. It was as simple as that. Emily had somehow found out. What was the point in worrying about it? It wouldn't help at all. And so I turned my attention instead to the woman standing just inside my room.
She seemed taller than usual. I strained to get a proper look and noticed that she was wearing high heels. I presumed that I must have missed the sound of them as she climbed the house in my confusion. Other than the heels, she was wearing an beige trench coat that was tied around her waist and fell to just below her knees. She had tied her long hair back into a high pony tail, with a few bobby pins in the side. She also had a very smug expression plastered on her face. This last fact was accentuated due to the presence of bright red lipstick which stood out against her tanned skin.
A heavy silence fell between us. Emily stood there, smirking, and leaning against the wall. I wasn't going to break first. It was abundantly clear that she held the vast majority of the power, but this was a small battle that I could win to have some small control. She continued to smirk. Seconds passed. Minutes, hours, days, I couldn't tell you how much time elapsed as we stared at each other. I found myself evaluating her eyes in a way that I never had before. They were brown, like James'. Unlike his dark ones, however, Emily's were like chocolate. She had used black eye shadow and mascara, which combined to give her an aura of utter dominance. Slowly, she pushed the door closed, never taking her eyes from me. Once it was closed, she began to slowly saunter towards me.
'I seem to recall,' she said in a manner that suggested she was thinking carefully about each word. 'That I warned you not to hurt my baby brother. I seem to remember saying you would regret it. Do you remember that conversation, Ruby?'
I nodded, too afraid of what my voice would sound like if I spoke. The calmness that had washed over me only moments earlier had dissipated as quickly as it had arrived.
'So why exactly did you think you would be able to get away with cheating on him?'
'I -'
'Did you think that I wouldn't find out?'
'No. It's just -'
'Do you consider my brother to be an idiot?'
'No, it just happened,' I blurted out, before she could interrupt me again. 'I didn't plan for any of this to happen, it just did.'
I wasn't sure how my Emily knew, but I was keen not to give her any additional ammunition if I could avoid it.
'It just... happened?' She asked in a drawling voice.
'Yes,' I said, nodding to show my conviction.
'You just happened to fuck Erin and have her film it?'
I froze. How the actual fuck did she know we'd filmed anything? The only people that knew that video existed were myself and Erin. I didn't show it to Emily, and I'm pretty sure Erin wouldn't do that either.
'How...' I trailed off, unable to get my mouth around the words.
'How did I find out about the video?' Emily asked, a smirk appearing on her face once more. 'Because, Ruby, you are a fucking idiot.' My confusion must have been evidenced in my face, as she laughed slightly. 'I'm assuming that you meant to send that little bit of evidence to Erin. Perhaps, however, in your post-orgasm state of mind, you weren't paying quite as much attention as you should have. You sent it to me instead. Emily. Not Erin.'
Fuck. I thought back to that evening. I had been going down on Erin when she was recording, but after she had cum, we had gone to my room. She had placed my phone on my bedside table, but James had called whilst I rode Erin's face. I had invited him over, and from that moment on, my fate was sealed. In the confusion and haste to finish what we had started; I couldn't have been thinking straight. I could barely walk afterwards, let alone have the fine motor skills to select the correct name from my list of contacts. I presume Erin never chased me for the video because she had forgotten. Fuck. That really was a rookie error.
But that was weeks ago. Why had Emily waited this long? And how had she got into my home?
'Fuck,' I whispered. 'But how did you -'
'Get in?'
I nodded.
'I played on your guilt,' she said simply with a slight shrug. Again, my confusion must have been apparent. 'My girlfriend never cheated on me,' she elaborated. 'I dumped her. I told you and James that she had cheated on me because I knew you'd feel guilty about doing the same to him. I waited until you were away, hoping that you would let me stay in your room to ease your conscience. And you did. Whilst I was here, I took the key that Erin had left me and made a copy of it. Then, all I had to do was wait for the right opportunity. James told me you were going out last night, so I hoped you would get wasted. Again, you did exactly what I hoped for. Though I always had a backup in case you didn't. Now, here we are.'
The sense of calmness had most definitely disappeared now. In its place was utter panic. My stomach seemed to be weighed down by some invisible kettle bell. I thought through what she had told me. Most of it made sense, but one thing jumped out at me.
'Why did you dump her?'
'Dump her?'
'Your girlfriend. Why did me cheating on your brother mean that you had to end your relationship? How has that helped?'
'Because,' Emily replied, in a manner similar to that of someone explaining that 2+2=4. 'I don't want to be a cheater like you.'
'Huh?' I asked, wading ever further into the murky swamp of confusion.
'I don't want to be a cheater,' she said again.
'I don't understand.'
'Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to fuck you for?'
My eyes bulged. Had I been a cartoon, and not tied horizontally to a bed, my jaw would have literally hit the floor. Across everything that Emily had said so far, this was the thing that shocked me the most. James' sister, whom generally I had always gotten on well with (minus this obvious occasion) and had had what I had always considered a platonic relationship with, wanted to fuck me. It was too much.