I groaned when my phone chimed with notifications, slamming the door shut to the hotel room, I jogged down the stairs instead of taking the lift, unlocking my phone with a click, and I rolled my eyes at my messages.

Josephine: Hey baby, why did you not call me after the ball? I miss you <3

Dad: Answer the fucking phone, Damian! Where are you and your hell of a sister? Did your phones disappear into thin air? Are you fucking ok my boy?

Mum: Son? Why are you not taking my call? Are you ok? Are you safe? Is your sister safe with you? Text me back darling.

Leila: We saw and heard everything, come to the fucking bar asshole, you got some explaining to do.

Harry: Yo Bro! What in the world was that with you and Ophelia? Hold your shit between your pants you numb skull!

Dylan: Incest. Is. A. Fucking. CRIME!

I sighed and thrust my phone back into my pockets, raking my fingers through my hair I decided to enter the bar.

I was invited by the glaring faces of Dylan and Leila and a smug expression of Harry that was laid with the normal teasing tinge.

''Fucking Idiot!'' Leila screamed the moment I sat, her hands came up to my neck and circled her fingers around it, a vain effort to choke me, I rolled my eyes and slapped her dainty hands off me.

''What is wrong with you Leila'' I ask in a monotone way before leaning on the couch, with my leg over the other, sighing in relaxation. 

''What is wrong with you Damian! Leila is right! We saw what you did, what she did! You took advantage of your drunk sister Carter!'' Dylan boomed smacking the table and making the glasses chime, I glared at him with irritation.

''You tried to take advantage of her drunk state! She's your sister Damian! You can't get every girl you want! I agree she is hot, but control yourself!'' Leila said loudly, her hands in the air in desperation. 

''What the fuck Leila! Did I try to take advantage of her? From where in the world? She was the one who fucking straddled me, and asked me to kiss her! And I didn't! yet the blame is on me? You're nuts!'' I roar gulping the clear liquid on the glass beside me, I cringe the moment it went down my throat.

''She has a boyfriend! You have a fiance Damian, you're at fault, yes you're, shame on you!'' Dylan said back, his eyes boring into me, I gritted my teeth to control my uprising anger.

''I and Jos are in an Open-relationship brainiac'' I say back with a scoff.

''So what Damian? You can fuck your sister? No, you fool! You can't get every girl in this world with that godly looks of yours'' Leila adds.

''So you think am hot and godly?'' I smirk in a teasing way making her face go red in rage.

''Fuck you!'' she snaps.

''Bro, drunk words and actions don't lie, those are the things they actually want, drunk words, sober thoughts, drunk actions, real feelings'' Harry suddenly spoke up making Leila glare at him. His fingers were inter-linked to each other as he looked at me with seriousness. 

''What do you imply by that Harry?'' I ask Harry, leaning forward with interest.

''Am being serious for the first time maybe, but, are you sure that your sister, Ophelia, never had any sexual attraction towards you or something? Did this ever happen before?'' Harry asked deeply, a frown touching his usual playful face.

The seriousness in his words made me shudder.

''I know you liked it when I did that, Or else your dick won't go that hard''

''Call me baby again, it sounds so nice''

''Kiss me, Please''

I gulped the lump in my throat before looking at Harry, my face drained of all blood, I never knew why I was breathing so hard.

''Tell me mate'' Harry pushed, rubbing his palm on my shoulders for me to relax.

''Yes, uh, yes, it did happen before'' I say hesitantly before rubbing the back of my neck, I saw the faces of all of them drop in horror.

''What?!'' Harry raised his voice for the first time in his life, banging the table and standing up. I closed my eyes and nodded.

''Spill'' Harry whispers placing his hand on my shoulder as if he was trying to threaten me.

I slapped his hand off me, I don't like it when people touch me a lot.

''Fine! Shut your ass up and listen''

. . . 

There was an eerie silence when I finished my story, they had their heads hung down while it looked like they were thinking.

''You're damn serious? Why would she do that?'' Harry asked suddenly, looking at me confusedly.

''Of course Harry'' I argue my hands in my hair with exasperation.

''Maybe she would want to sleep with her own brother'' Leila says, her face hard.

''Of course not Leila! She would never want that, you don't know her'' I snap, sipping the drink from my glass softly.

''But Dami-'' Dylan started but I stood up suddenly, making him stop.

''I am leaving, fuck you guys, you're of no help'' I say aggressively before walking away, finishing the drink in my glass.

I pressed the button for the lift and within minutes, I was opening the door to my hotel.

The familiar scent of Ophelia invaded my senses as I walked in, a small smile touched my lips as I saw her lying on the bed with her arms and legs wide open, she still had her gown on her, I chuckled at her silliness. 

I softly lifted her up, her face dropped onto my neck so that I could hear her gentle snores, I softly unzipped her expensive dress by which I touched her bareback.

I gulped when I noticed that she had no bra on her. I glided the materiel off her body to reveal her cotton knickers. 

I controlled my urge to laugh that my little Ophelia is sexy on the outside, yet wears cute knickers on the inside.

I never at once looked at her bare chest, I tucked her into the warm sheets and covered her whole body with them.

Before I could get off the bed, a hand gripped my wrist, a small delicate one, I looked back at her face buried into the pillow.

I made out a ''Stay'' from her, I smiled and sat back, getting uncomfortable in my slacks that are in desperate need to be taken out.

I saw her phone lighten up with the message that arrived.

I took her phone and swiped it upwards, I frowned when I noticed that it had no lock, I opened her messages carefully. 

Daddy Curse-Pants: 

I chuckled at the way she saved dad from his way of cursing at everything.

Daddy Curse-Pants: Ophelia? Where the fuck are you love? Am getting impatient here, you and your brother are up to something, get back here now! 

Mumza: Lia! Child, when you get this back, do text me back.

Ava: Bitch? Where are you love? I am scared rn, text me back Lia, please.

Axel: You ok gorgeous?

Mike: Baby, enjoy the ball, I am already missing you : )

And I swiped it down and saw a recent message from Michael, I frowned when I saw her wallpaper.

Mike: Baby?! You said you'll call me after the ball? Am waiting?!

I rolled my eyes at the dozens of messages he left her, but her wallpaper was wake irked me.

It was a picture of her and Michael, they looked so in love, something I never felt for a women, I ran my finger over the screen and I felt my throat tighten of her and him doing things I can imagine.

I wondered when this picture was taken, why had I not known when she went to a fucking beach, I was startled when I felt hand on mine, pulling me closer.

''Sleep'' she whispered unknowingly, tugging my hand down, I sighed deeply and softly undid the buttons of my shirt and threw it over the chair.

I placed my legs into the sheets, undoing the belt of my slacks, I kicked them down leaving me in my boxers, a relaxed sigh left me, I wanted to be rid of them so bad. 

I smiled when her arms came around me and hugged me tight, her legs wrapping around my torso. 

''Give me a goodnight kiss'' she suddenly said, her eyes still closer, her lips forming a cute and adamant pout, I chuckled at her. 

Her face came closer before grabbing my face, squeezing it, she made my lips also formed a pout, I pressed my palm onto her lips the moment she was so near onto kissing me.

I pressed my lips over the skin of my hand that was right over her lips, it could be called a kiss, with a barrier. 

''When will I be able to kiss you without this hand?'' she mumbled when I kissed her head softly, she snuggled her face onto my neck.

''Someday, maybe, someday love''

. . .