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Chapter two.
Damon reluctantly woke up in a groggy haze while his body angrily grumbled at him to go back to sleep. He'd been up nearly the entire night, just holding and comforting a nearly inconsolable Amanda. Utterly exhausted, she'd finally fallen asleep somewhere around four in the morning, and he hadn't been far behind. A quick glance at the bedroom clock showed it was just a little before eight, though the sun was already streaming in brightly through the open bedroom window, and the soft tang of the ocean filled the bedroom. He debated getting up and going for a swim, then decided against it. He was still too tired, and he could always go later. Instead he just listened to the waves slowly crashing on the beach as he watched the slow, never-ending rotations of the ceiling fan.
He smiled at the feel of Amanda sleeping closely against him, her head on his chest. She was naked, like him, but that was only because the villa's AC absolutely froze them if they turned it on, so instead they just left the windows open and slept in the nude. They hadn't made love at all the night before—one of the few nights in a long time that he could remember that happening. She had not been in the mood, of course, and to be fair, neither had he. She had actually apologized to him for not sucking him off like she'd promised, and he'd practically felt his heart break at the sadness in her voice.
Despite the fact that they hadn't had any sex, he loved waking up to find her lying against him like that; the only better way to wake up was if his sister was also there, on the other side of him.
He sighed as a sharp pang of pain rushed through him. His sister... He loved Kelsey more than anything in his life, even more than Amanda if he was truly honest about it. He'd already loved his sister like crazy before the two of them had gotten romantically and sexually involved, and that had undoubtedly caused his love for her to grow even more. But something had changed since she'd begun to date Carynne, and the romantic and physical aspect of their love seemed to be slowly dwindling away. Not just between the two of them, but between her and Amanda as well. The spectacular threesomes they'd had seemed a distant memory, since the last time Kelsey had even joined their bed had been well over a month ago, and even then she'd been nowhere near as enthusiastic as she normally was.
He'd figured it was just a temporary thing, born out of Kelsey dating Carynne and being continuously ravaged by the incorrigible sex-goddess; God knew that Carynne could wear anyone out, with maybe the exception of Amanda, who was utterly insatiable. He'd hoped that Kelsey would join them again on their vacation, but that hadn't happened either, and with her continued absence he began to wonder if there was something else going on. While he was sad enough himself about Kelsey no longer being in his bed, he knew it was really hurting Amanda, and that she believed it had something to do with her. He'd tried to convince her that wasn't the case, but he was certain she still harbored those fears. Deep down inside, he felt those fears too. Was it something he'd done?
A loud knock on the door interrupted his train of thought, and for some reason he just knew it was Kelsey. He gently slipped out from beneath Amanda without waking her up—a skill he had slowly picked up over the past ten months—and walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs into the absurdly luxurious living area. He marveled again at the villa Stacey had booked for them for the vacation. It was practically the size of his parents' house, and absolutely filled with high class furniture and every imaginable kind of luxury. There were no fewer than three plasma TVs in the house, as well as a lavishly appointed kitchen, a separate dining room, three bathrooms, hardwood floors, and all kinds of appliances whose purpose he was still trying to figure out. In many ways it reminded him of Stacey's own home.
The knock on the door was repeated, a little louder this time, and he muttered, "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" as he continued walking towards the front door.
He briefly considered putting on clothes, then he shrugged. Kelsey wouldn't mind seeing him like this, and if it was someone else, it was their own damn fault for knocking on his door so early. He partially opened the door, at least making sure it still covered his most embarrassing parts—modesty didn't cost anything, after all.
Like he'd surmised, it was Kelsey. "Hey," she said. "Sorry to be here so early, but I wanted to talk to you before you went swimming."
He gave her a big smile and opened the door to let her in. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a pink t-shirt; in and of itself her outfit wasn't all that impressive, but on her amazing body everything looked sexy. His cock staggered at the sight of her breasts straining her t-shirt, and the swell of her perfect ass in those tight shorts, and he hoped she'd changed her mind and would let him at her again. Just the thought of fucking her ass made him shiver with anticipation.
Noticing his cock rising, she gave him a little smile. "I'm not here for that, Damon."
A huge wave of disappointment surged through him, and he barely managed to clench his teeth before he said something he'd likely regret. He'd sworn he'd never get angry at his sister again, for anything, and he wasn't about to break that promise. It didn't do much to stop him from feeling like shit, however. "Okay. Let me go put on some clothes, and we can talk outside," he said in an even voice, trying his best to hide his unhappiness from her.
"No, I need to talk to Amanda too."
"She's still asleep. We didn't get to sleep until around four."
Kelsey gave him a small grin. "She must be slipping, seeing as how you're still able to walk."
"We didn't fuck, Kel," he said curtly. "She was up crying all night, and now she's exhausted."
Kelsey closed her eyes and sighed. He saw a quick flash of pain on her face, but she immediately suppressed it again. He felt his heart hammer in his chest when her eyes opened. He loved her eyes, and the way they'd change color with her mood; they seemed to be a fairly neutral blue at that moment. A powerful wave of attraction swept through him, and he suddenly realized he missed her far more than he'd ever even imagined.
"Why was she crying? Was it... was it because of me?" she asked softly.
He clenched his teeth and just nodded.
She sighed again, and her body just seemed to slump. "I should have realized it earlier. She was practically beating me over the head with it, and I didn't see it. Or maybe I did, and I just pretended I didn't."
"So why did—"
"Hey," Amanda said sleepily as she came down the stairs and into the villa's living room. "What are you two talking about?"
"You," Kelsey grinned at her best friend. Damon was looking straight at her, and he saw Kelsey's eyes light up at the sight of Amanda naked. They turned the most beautiful blue he'd ever seen, and he almost wanted to scream at her, to ask her why she seemed so hell-bent on breaking up the wonderful relationship the three of them had.
"Do you want me to leave? So you can talk about me, I mean?" Amanda asked, a little hesitantly.
"No, of course not!" Kelsey said immediately, walking over and taking Amanda's hand. She pushed her lips against Amanda's, and Amanda melted right away, wrapping her other arm around Kelsey's neck. Their kiss was slow and unhurried rather than hungry, and Damon smiled at them.
"I'm sorry for making you cry," Kelsey said softly. "I never meant to."
"Kel, is it... did I do something wrong?" Amanda asked, her voice breaking. Damon felt his own eyes get moist again, and he angrily wiped at them with the back of his hand. He wanted nothing more than to go over and hug the girl he loved, but he stayed right where he was, waiting to see what was going to happen. Kelsey and Amanda needed the moment to themselves.
Kelsey rapidly shook her head. "No, you didn't! Oh God, Amanda, I'm so sorry that you think that!"
"Then why won't you join us anymore?" Amanda asked. Her voice was so soft that it was barely audible, and Damon could see her heart and soul in her eyes.
