Tecla also mentioned wanting to start a business of her own, but never got around to putting any ideas on paper. I would happily make it happen for her if she did the work, but I had a feeling her talents lied elsewhere.
After I was done signing the documents, I slipped an envelope into the folio. It was a letter for my sisters, to be added to my will in the event of something happening to me.
I turned back to Alicia. “So, how are you?”
“Busy, busy, busy,” my chief of staff exhaled. “The wedding is only adding to my already packed schedule, but I won’t complain.”
“What’s your opinion on the whole thing?”
My advisor seemed to ponder her words. “It’s… Adorably sweet.”
“Thanks. It’s good to know we’re not completely insane — that it makes sense — but I’m still planning on making a few adjustments.”
Alicia very nearly rolled her eyes; clearly not excited by the prospect of last-minute changes to the plans. The look on her face actually made me smile. It showed she was human and that her loyalty came with limits. I had no doubt she would keep me in check if I started doing anything crazy, which brought me a lot of comfort. Especially given recent events.
“What about you?” I asked. “Are you the marrying type?”
“Oh, no…” my companion sighed, sucking in her lips with sombreness.
I nodded, having expected the answer, but keen to learn more. “Do you like guys or gals?”
“Guys,” Alicia answered, showing the beginnings of a smile.
“Blonde or brunette?”
My baby-faced but tough-as-nails companion giggled, becoming as girly as I’d ever seen her for the briefest of moments. “I like guys with dark hair and scruffy beards,” she declared, equal parts shy and sly as she did.
As my mouth stretched into a face-hurting smile, I felt my stubble and the heat of blushing cheeks. “What about money? Is that something you look for in a potential spouse?”
“Oh, definitely,” Alicia teased. “He needs to be the fifth or sixth-richest guy on the planet, give or take. Oh, and he should be really close with his family because I don’t have one of my own… Or, I didn’t until recently.”
For a minute, we enjoyed the fun and shared easy laughter along with carefree joy. I knew Alicia would always be at my side. But, one day, I would want her to be more than just another member of staff…
I would want her to be a partner.
Being a strategist at heart, and a hopeless romantic through and through, I wondered then and there if there was a way for everything to fit together.
“What if you could have a relationship — a partnership — without sex? One where you can hold someone’s hand, grow old with them–”
“Sex doesn’t frighten me, sir,” Alicia rebutted, suddenly regaining her cool exterior. “You know things happened when I was… You know?”
“I don’t know the details, but I can imagine…”
Alicia cleared her throat. “Well, it doesn’t define me. Sex doesn’t scare me because of it. Intimacy doesn’t scare me, nor does affection…”
“I know that can’t be true, Allie.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I guess it can’t…”
Feeling that I’d crossed a line, I put my hands on my lap and silently scolded myself. Turning back to my friend, I was surprised to see her smiling; warm and comfortable. She tucked some hair behind her ear and, for the first time, I saw what Alicia looked like when she sunk her teeth into her lip and let herself go to the primal feelings of arousal.
“This has been fun,” she said, suddenly breathing a little more heavily. A change so subtle that I wouldn’t have noticed had I not grown to know her so well.
I blushed from my neck up, realising that the kind of conversation we’d just had was Alicia’s equivalent to sex… That her idea of intimacy — even carnal intimacy — was one where people could speak honestly and with empathy. A simple chat had gotten her all worked up, even if the topic itself was far from arousing.
Alicia shuffled in her seat, looking me in the eyes as the traces of sex behind hers faded, and a small smile crept across her face. “You know me well enough to fill in the blanks, sir.”
“The blanks?” I queried.
Alicia didn’t answer or explain. She turned to the slot machine I’d been sitting at, asking me if I’d won.
“No, I’m afraid not.”
“Good,” she said, knowing that I’d wanted to lose in my search for karmic balance.
For the next few minutes, if not the next hour, we sat and talked about nothing in particular. We discussed future travel plans, security plans, life plans… It filled me with a sense of remarkable serenity, yet the prospect of increasing danger still hung over my head like an axe.
I wanted to go hug my sisters.
• • •
Our bedroom door was locked and I knocked twice.
“Busy!” Tecla replied with Elle echoing.
“Busy with what?” I asked, imagining the mischief the twins must’ve been making.
There wasn’t any answer. Instead, I had to wait a minute before Tec opened the door; breathless and smiling from ear-to-ear.
“We’re naked. I hope you don’t mind,” she said, grabbing my arm and dragging me into the room.
The floor was covered in white dresses, white lingerie and white accessories — heels, headbands, veils… Maintaining time-honoured superstition, my sisters stripped down before I could see them actually wear any of it.
Soon, I was on the bed with the girls leaping onto me. They planted dozens of quick kisses on my face with their lips tickling me until I squirmed with uncontrollable and joyous laughter.
“Hehe! You two are in a loveable mood,” I declared, gripping their tight little butts.
Elle whimpered, feeling sexual tension build faster than her brain could process. The wedding spirit managed to overcome the fatigue from our nights with Kylie Lane. Not that my sisters needed much help to maintain their energy. Their youthful spark and boundless enthusiasm for us meant they never let up, even as I felt exhaustion creep.
As my one sister started unfastening my pants, I held the other in my arms. Sharing a little kiss with Tec, we watched as Elle hungrily tugged on my cock.
“She’s become a little sister-slut for her brother,” Tec commented, snaking a hand behind my neck to draw us closer for a tongue-tangling kiss.
Feeling Elle’s lips begin to drag along my shaft, I inhaled into my kiss with Tecla; sucking her tongue into my mouth and making her moan. As we rested, I made her a promise.
“One day, we’re going to spend a whole week kissing.”
“A whole week?” she asked, grinning.
“A whole week.”
With that, our mouths returned to each other for even more hungry intimacy. After the sex we’d been having, I was shocked at just how easily I’d grown hard. I was rock-solid and ready for a nice long blowjob, with my sisters more than happy to supply tender love and care. But there were discussions to be had…
Fortunately, Elle didn’t mind having them with my cock between her lips, nor did Tecla mind talking between deep sibling-kisses.
“Mmm… I’ve been thinking,” I declared as my hips gently thrust upwards.
“Thinking about?” Tec asked, letting her lips plant themselves all over my neck.
“Our ceremony…”
“You mean our wedding,” she corrected, finding my mouth so we could share a particularly sentimental kiss.