Author's note: I only just noticed that the formatting wasn't saved. Whoops. Apologies for anything that may have been hard to follow but everything here should be properly italicized.
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Caetlyn was taking the longest shower of her life. Although,
taking,
may have been the wrong word. That implied that she was actively showering instead of sitting underneath the warm spray with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs.
She wanted to stay like that forever. The hot drops of water, the steam rising around her, the way her skin was starting to prune. They were all constants. As unfailing as the sun rising every morning. She needed constant, because too many things in her life had changed all at once.
Sure, things with her fiance, Jeremy, hadn't been great for a while but she had done her best to convince herself it was nothing. They had been together for four years and come out on the other side of several hard patches so she chalked the roughness of this last one up to him being overworked. He always told her how demanding his job was as an accountant. How he didn't have a choice but to spend nights in the office so late that he was too tired for anything else when he finally got home.
She chose to believe him, despite the blow to her self confidence and the other signs. Perfume clinging to his skin when he finally got in. His clothes being a mess. The late night phone calls he would take outside. But she refused to believe it until the other night when she told him she was staying with a friend and wouldn't be home.
It was all planned out. She showed up at the house later on, naked but for a trencoat and with a freshly baked batch of his favorite, oatmeal raisin cookies. Cookies, for Christ's sake. She was a tattoo artist, not a baker. Yet after slaving over them, they only served as projectiles when she walked in on Jeremy balls deep in some random woman. He didn't even have the grace to stop or look ashamed.
"Bastard," she muttered, her words drowned out by the pouring water. Except the sound of her voice was enough to draw her out of her own memories and force her to consider her own situation.
She was so, so mad at Jeremy for being a cheating scumbag and yet, here she was. Pale skin bruised from clenching fingers and biting teeth. Pussy swollen from the relentless pounding it received last night.
Caetlyn wasn't sure what was worse.
That she had betrayed her very own sister?
Or that she had enjoyed nearly every minute of it?
Her mind tried to fall down the rabbit hole again, bringing a blush to her cheeks but with guilt riding on the tail of it. How was she supposed to face Melissa ever again? Or David, for that matter? Every time she closed her eyes she saw his face above her, pinched in strain. Felt his already large cock swell and jerk as he spilled his seed inside of her.
How was she even supposed to go about trying to forget that? Or confessing to what she had done? The very thought sent a lead ball rolling madly around inside her stomach.
I'm the worst sister, ever.
There was a knock on the door and her head jerked up. "You alright in there, Cat?" Melissa's concerned voice floated through and it only made her feel worse. "I was going to get breakfast started in a few if you're feeling up to it."
Had she said lead ball? Because it morphed and turned into a skyscraper that somehow balanced atop her shoulders. Melissa was going to be treating her with kid gloves because of the business with Jeremy and he was the farthest thing from her mind.
"Yeah," she croaked, before clearing her throat. "I'm fine, Breakfast sounds good."
Caetlyn couldn't see or hear anything on the other side of the door. But call it twin powers or something else, she knew her sister was leaning against it, easily picking out the bullshit and deciding if she was going to call her on it.
"Okay," Melissa said finally. "Come down whenever you're ready."
Did she know?
A part of her wondered. But she was never going to find out sitting in here. Taking a deep breath of steam, she wiggled her toes and leaned forward to turn the shower off. It was time to face what was surely going to be the worst day of her life.
***
Twenty minutes later Caetlyn was in a borrowed, green, long sleeved shirt and yesterday's blue jeans, heading down the stairs like a woman on her way to the gallows.
Thankfully, her clothing hid all the physical evidence of the night before but nothing could stop the awkward atmosphere that immediately settled over the room the second she rounded the corner into the kitchen and saw David leaning on the kitchen island.
"Hi," she squeaked, cringing at the sound of her own voice even as she waved half heartedly.
His eyes flew to hers and the coffee mug paused halfway to his lips. "Hey," he said gruffly, looking her up and down before catching himself and finding something incredibly interesting about the marble countertop. Too bad the damage was already done.
With that one look, her skin was flushed and her heart was beating hard in her chest. How were they supposed to return to the casualness they'd achieved after a decade of knowing each other after what happened last night? Climbing Mt. Everest would be easier.
Melissa had her back to them while she poured batter on the griddle but she looked over her shoulder and frowned. "You feeling alright, sis?"
"Huh?"
"Your face is pretty red."
Her heart skipped a beat and the smile she pasted on her face was so fake it was wooden. "I must've stayed in the shower too long. Got a little overheated."
Melissa's eyes narrowed but she said nothing. That should've made Caetlyn feel better, but it didn't. As her sister went back to her pancakes, she moved further into the room with all the eagerness of someone walking through quicksand. She settled on the opposite side of David and pulled out a tall chair, making sure it made enough noise to get his attention.
When his eyes landed on her again, she mouthed,
