NaNoWriMo 2008: Day 12 excerpt (Actually a little hetero returns to the regularly scheduled programming.)
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Qale (aka Qale)
Nov 12 '08, 19:05
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I shrugged. The hand was dropped from my shoulder. As nonchalantly as possible, I murmured, �Whatever.� Then, turning back toward the dressing area, I made my exit.
I was hoping I�d have it to myself, but apparently that wasn�t going to end up being the case. Even before I pushed the flaps open, I could see the feet of someone standing and then pacing within. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, slowly, my bare chest rising and falling with the soundless sigh. Finally, I entered the area portioned off for moderate privacy in dressing.
Once I�d caught Erin�s attention, she came trotting to me quickly and without word wrapped her arms about my neck. She slinked her body up against my nearly naked one, my hardness being rubbed through the lycra a bit roughly.
I wince and very nearly thought about pushing her back hard. But even as she seemed to be sobbing on my shoulder, I started to realize that once again the candy girl had thought that I was Devyn. Was she so na�ve to not even check?
�I just caught the end of your performance, Dev. I can�t believe what happened. That was a completely new ending wasn�t it? Oh my god.� Erin pulled her head back, and with one hand dotted her cheek with a half-folded napkin.
Earlier it was just a harmless little thing, my answering to and pretending to be my twin, but with everything that had happened, something particularly menacing took root. He�d suffered a scratch, but it was a minor wound. He�d embarrassed himself by completely botching the trick, but I perhaps shared a greater portion of that embarrassment. No, Devyn would be back tomorrow and everything would be all about how he felt and how he was doing. No matter the fact that it was his fault everything was getting screwed up now.
He needed to pay and I was the one to be able to do it.
�Hadyn came up with it a couple weeks ago, but it was so hard. I told him it wasn�t ready, but he just wanted to look good.� Steadying my green eyes, I focused hard on the lies. They weren�t easy to relate with an even, believable tone.
�You both did look good.� Erin pulled her curvy frame back. The half-folded napkin going to my cheek to rub at the glitter paint even as she looked my body over completely. �You look really good, Devyn. So bold and daring in that outfit. Aren�t you cold?�
The amount of clothing that comprised the teal shorts was laughable. With my parts so hard, the lycra wasn�t even really containing them perfectly. I reached down and with my index finger slid along my balls, trying to keep everything all within the fabric. �No. Not really cold just�� I almost told her exactly how I was feeling: Excited. I wasn�t sure why but I suppose explicit anger was giving me a stiff erection.
�Self conscious? I would be too if I had to wear something like that. Actually,� Erin began laughing, �I don�t think I�d possibly wear something like that. It looks so� uncomfortable there.� She faintly gestured with a hand which I darted up and captured in my own.
Her eyes got large as I brought her hand down to where my cock tented out the lycra shorts rather obviously in the groin. I wasn�t sure what I was doing, and I really wasn�t sure how she was going to react, but I figured if I was going to play the role of my brother, I�d better be believable.
Erin gasped very lightly as she moved to take a bigger, yet gentle hold of my privates barely encased in the teal outfit. She gave the length and pearls a slight squeeze. Her eyes drifted off my face and she looked down to what she was doing.
It felt good, I suppose. But actually, when her fingertips moved to the waistband of the shorts and she started to peel them off of my hips, I wasn�t so sure I wanted to play this game anymore. I wrinkled my nose, and made a little grunting sound. It only encouraged her further, apparently.
With both of her hands, she coaxed the clinging material down further. After my shorts were halfway down my ass, she reached within the front and withdrew my boyishness. Fascinated with her handiwork, she lolled the testis in one hand while beginning to manipulate the shaft with the other. Despite her best intentions, however, I didn�t remain hard. In fact, I was getting more flaccid by the moment.
When she took a moment�s pause to pull down the shorts further, her fingernails brushed across my bottom. That was a little thrill that reminded me where my interests really lay.
So when Erin looked as if she was going to kneel down in front of me, even though we were only in somewhat secluded privacy in the dressing area of the large tent, I was hesitant to let her put her mouth on me there.
�Oooh, um, whoa. Hold up.� I stammer. One of my hands going to gently push at her collarbone, the other thrusting downward in a flailing attempt to grasp and yank back up the tiny lycra shorts.
�What�s wrong?� She looks up to me earnestly. �Too public? Too soon? I know you like me Devyn, you�ve made that pretty obvious recently but today I don�t know what�s gotten into you.� Erin stands, but withdraws, going back to that pacing she was doing before I�d even entered. Without letting me getting a word in edge wise, she pauses and looks to me. �I like you too, Devyn. I wasn�t sure about it but I decided that it�s okay that you�re a bit younger and wild at times. It�s okay even that we work together, even though that�s never worked out before in my entire life.� Erin started to laugh. It sounded like it had the hint of sad desperation to it. I frowned.
I wasn�t sure how much more I wanted to masquerade around as Devyn then. Erin had very nearly given me a blow job thinking that I was him. And she certainly just proclaimed her love for him. I shook my head, sighed, and reached for my regular clothes that the seamstress Sandra had found and folded neatly for the boys.
�You don�t feel the same anymore?� Erin asked, looking more and more troubled by the moment.
�I� I�� Unsure of what I wanted to say, unfortunately the truth came out. I didn�t tell her that she was not talking with Devyn like she thought. No, I told her my truth about how I felt. �I love my brother.�
It seemed to stun her pretty solidly enough. Putting the clothes under my arm, I decided then I could manage walking through the carnival at this late hour still wearing the now a bit ruffled teal shorts. I duck under the half-fallen flaps of the dressing area of the largest tent and leave Erin there with her confused thoughts. I�m glad she doesn�t follow.
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