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Colin groaned as he manically beat the up button. Come on.
“Hey,” said a man passing him, coming from the direction of the stairwell, “Lift’s out again. Gotta climb.”
“Thanks, mate.” Fuck. Now he was going to have to climb four flights of stairs with his luggage. He groaned and entered the stairwell, looking up at the winding hell above him. Exactly what I want to do after a fourteen-hour flight. He cursed the world as he began hauling his duffel and carry-on, one step up at a time.
As Colin reached the fourth floor flight, he doubled over to catch his breath. I know I’m pretty fit, but I must need to add more cardio to the workout because I sound like Anthony chasing after Charlotte—old and wheezy. When his heartrate returned to normal, he opened the door that lead into the fourth floor corridor feeling properly knackered, following it as it turned to the left.
As he approached flat 4B he was surprised to find his sister sitting on the floor across from her door, back against the wall, earphones in, head back and eyes closed. He grinned and began creeping toward her. He loved shit scaring Eloise.
“I know you are there, Colin,” she said without opening her eyes. He waved a hand in front of her face. “And I know you are waving your hand in my face. I can feel the breeze.”
“How did you know if your eyes are closed?”
“Magic,” she replied simply.
“Come on, Harry,” he said, doing his best Rupert-Grint-Ron-Weasley impression. “You can tell me.”
She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. “First of all, how dare you call me Harry. We both know I am a Hermione. Or at the very least, a Ginny.” He rolled his eyes. “Secondly, there is only one person I know who would smell of street meat, cinnamon gum, whiskey, and citrus spruce.” He chuckled. “I wouldn't laugh if I were you. The fact I could smell you from meters away should give you pause. Seriously, pause; don’t come a step closer or I might vomit.”
He, of course, ignored her, bending over to wrap his arms around her in a tight hug, lifting her from her sitting position. She, of course, pretended to gag, while gently, but not encouragingly, patting his back. After a minute or so, he relinquished her, leaving her standing beside him.
“Nice to see you, too,” she said with a smile, checking the time on her phone, then sliding back down to her seat on the carpet.
He looked at her with furrowed brows. “Are you locked out? I have my key, I can let you in.”
She frowned, “I am not locked out.”
He raised a brow, “So you just choose to sit on the floor across from your flat in your work clothes.”
“I’m early,” she said, as if it explained everything.
“And you can’t go in if you are early?”
“Not these days,” she replied testily.
“And is there a reason you can’t enter your place of residence?”
“Yes.”
“Care to share?” It was weird that Eloise was being so cryptic.
“Gregory,” she answered flatly.
He waited for her to explain. When she didn’t, he prodded, “Gregory what?”
“Gregory is in my apartment.”
Colin didn’t see the problem. “And?”
She blinked several times before answering, “Gregory is in my apartment with his girlfriend.” He looked at her blankly. She leaned in and raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘Isn’t it obvious?’
But it wasn’t obvious to Colin. “Why would Gregory be in your apartment with his girlfriend?”
“Colin,” she said deliberately, sweeping her hand forward in a gesture that unmistakably meant ‘make the connection, you idiot.’ He frowned. “Colin,” she repeated, saying his name slower.
“If Greg is in your flat with his girlfriend, just kick him out,” he said matter-of-factly. Honestly, it was a simple solution.
“Do you really not understand?” she asked incredulously, then mumbled something under her breath about him being a thick git. "While you were off sleeping with Italian women—”
“I wasn’t in Italy; I was in the Philippines,” he corrected.
She scoffed, “While you were off sleeping with Filipinos,” she stressed the word in her annoyance with him, “ Our baby brother stole my best friend and has been doing all sorts of unspeakable things with her."
Colin laughed, “Doing unspeakable things with whom? It sounded like you meant Penelope; must be the jet lag.”
Eloise obviously didn’t find it amusing because she wasn’t laughing. “I am serious. I have seen more of our brother’s body parts the last three weeks than I could ever find acceptable.”
He looked at her carefully; her mouth was in a tight line to demonstrate her irritation. She’s joking. He chuckled. “You almost had be for a second; I almost believed you. As if my Pen would date Gregory.”
“Your Pen?” she raised a brow.
“You know what I mean,” he said dismissively.
Eloise gave him a supercilious smirk, “Let me tell you, brother dear, she’s not your Pen anymore. She’s Gregory’s Red now.”
“Eloise, you’re going to have to do a little better than that.”
“I am being serious.”
“Honestly, it’s getting a little sad now.”
She crossed her arms and said peevishly, “Fine, don’t believe me.”
“Don’t get mad because I didn’t take the bait.”
“I’m not mad,” she said calmly.
“I’m tired. Let’s just go in—”
“I am not going in,” she said emphatically.
“El—”
She checked her phone again. “Not for another 23 minutes.”
“Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit far?”
“Tell you what, you can go in by yourself.”
“Fine, if you refuse to give up this charade, I guess I will have to go in alone.”
“I’m just going on the record that I strongly advised against this.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Keys?” he asked her and she tossed him her set so he could open the door. He slid the key in the lock and turned it.
“Wait,” Eloise stopped him before he could turn the knob. “Let me start my music before you open that door.” He gave her a moment as she scrolled through her playlists, choosing a particularly loud one and then shooed him with her hand to indicate he could go in.
Penelope looked at the time on her phone. He must have been caught up at work. He was never this late without sending a thousand apology texts. She frowned; after a long day sitting alone in her apartment, editing manuscripts, she was looking forward to some quality time-- especially since the last book she had been writing notes for included a very spicy hot tub scene.
She was just contemplating taking the matter into her own hands when she heard a familiar rap on the door. She quickly stood up and shuffled over to let him in. Flinging the door open, she said, “What took y—” but before she could finish the word, his hands were squeezing her ass, his lips were on hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He dotted kisses along her jaw and down her throat; he walked forward, nudging her inside, still massaging her butt, and shut the door with his foot.
“You’re late,” she sighed as he gave her bottom a little smack before releasing her so he could put down his work bag and keys.
“The meeting lasted an eternity and then my phone died and my charger was in my office and I was trapped in the conference room. I decided to just leave as soon as possible. I got here as fast as I could.” Gregory grinned at her. She was wearing his Trinity Hall zip and jogger shorts that hid beneath, curls piled on top of her head, looking very tempting. “Don’t you look cute in that hoodie? I wonder what you have hiding underneath.”
“Too bad you’re too late to find out. Eloise is going to be here in less than an hour.”
“We can be quick,” he said, taking a predatory step close to her.
“I don’t think you can be quick,” she teased.
“You know that I am driven by an overwhelming desire to savor our time together and worship you like the goddess you are,” he said sincerely. She laughed as she walked over and plopped down on the couch, pulling him to sit beside her.
“Be that as it may, fifty minutes would never be enough for all your tricks,” she said sweetly.
“Fine, fine, I’ll wait for tonight,” he pouted, looking adorable. “But Eloise better go to sleep early.” Penelope laughed and he wrapped his left arm around her, pulling her close.
“What should we watch?,” she asked scrolling though the apps.
“Let’s watch Loki,” he suggested.
“Again? This will be the fourth time.”
“That’s because it’s the perfect show for both of us. I get superheroes and you get Tom Hiddleston.” She rolled her eyes, but opened Disney Plus and pressed play anyway.
Several minutes into the episode, Penelope felt his hand, which had been resting over her shoulder, move lower and snake around her side to find the side of her breast.
“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to start anything,” she said, as Greg began to nuzzle her neck, dotting kisses underneath her earlobe, before tugging on it with his teeth.
“Did we?” he whispered into her ear, sending a surge of electricity through her body to her core.
“Yes, Eloise will be home soon.”
“Eloise will live,” and he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue tracing her bottom lip before sliding into her mouth. He took the remote from her hand, turning it off. “Don’t want you to be distracted,” he smiled, then shifted on the sofa, his hands grabbing her hips and turning her body to face him, the softness of his lips kissing all the reason out of her.
“If we aren’t done when Eloise opens that door in 30 minutes, we have to stop immediately,” she said huskily, tugging at his hair as he began peppering kisses down her neck and along the sliver of bare skin visible from between the hoodie’s zipper. She laid back into the cushions, her legs widening, creating a valley between them for his body.
“Absolutely,” he agreed immediately. “Now to see my surprise,” he said in a low voice, slowing pulling the zipper down. Penelope watched his face as he revealed the tiny sheer white floral bra that did little to cover her large breasts. He bit his bottom lip, relishing how her pink nipples peeked out from behind the embroidered gold and green, hardening under his gaze. “Fuck,” he groaned in awe, brushing his thumbs over her covered buds, “I still can’t believe I get to see you like this…” He squeezed her and began to trace gentle circles around the sensitive peaks. “After years of wanking off in the bathroom…” He brought his head down between her tits, breathing deeply to smell the faint citrus on her skin, before kissing and biting the round fullness of the tops of her breasts, causing a heavy exhale to escape from her lips. “Every time you bent over how hard I got…” He dragged his tongue over the mesh of the bra, swirling around her nipples, the texture of the fabric teasing as he took her into his mouth and suckled. She let out a high, moaning “uhhh” of approval.
Penelope reached down and felt the outline of his hard cock through the fabric of his expensive joggers; she smiled knowing he chose them with their activities on his mind. She found the waistband and ran one finger beneath the elastic, brushing the skin sweetly, tickling the area at the top of his groomed patch of hair; he inhaled sharply as he continued pleasuring her. She hooked the band with two fingers and tugged it down until it revealed his aqua, banana-print boxer briefs. Penelope couldn’t stifle her giggle and he paused his ministrations to look at her, his hazel eyes confused.
“The pants are adorable,” she pressed her lips together trying to hide her smile. His eyes narrowed and a wicked grin spread on his face as he pulled down her bra, baring her breasts. He lightly ran his tongue over her nipple, then tortured her by blowing cool air, causing it to perk anew. Then he took the bud between his teeth and tugged, a mixture of pleasure and pain. She squealed and he moved to the other, repeating the actions.
She nudged him away slightly, making a show of her skimming her right hand under her shorts. Gregory watched, transfixed as she moaned his name while she rubbed her hand in her own wetness, giving herself a moment of relief before removing it. Then she used her left to pull the waist band of his pants away from his body, sliding in her right, finding his erect penis.
He hissed her name as her hand slowly moved down his impressive length, then back up, gently twisting her palm over the head before descending again. Groaning with desire, he pulled down her shorts as far as he could, only a few inches with the placement of their bodies. “Penelope,” he moaned, signaling his desire to rid her of the constricting garment. He leaned back and she immediately removed her hand, swiftly bringing both legs around him, then together, straight up in the air, allowing him to pull the gray fabric over her round ass, up off of her legs, and toss them over his shoulder. She spread herself like before, pausing to allow him a moment to see her before touching him again.
His eyes ate up the sight in front of him, his hoodie open, hanging loosely on her form, her breasts free, framed by her maneuvered bra, the soft peachy skin of her torso bare, legs open to him, the tiny matching panties only covering her thatch of hair, the crotch open and revealing her pussy. “You’re murdering me, Red,” he growled, crashing his lips to hers, reflecting years of desire. He reached between her legs overjoyed, as he always was, that he made her so wet. He lightly skimmed between her folds with his finger, tickling her clit with the delicate touch of his fingertip before inserting it inside her.
“God yes,” she cooed, pulling him closer to her, overcome by the feeling of his finger dragging in and out of her as she slid her hand back into his pants, massaging his balls for a moment before running her hand up and down the long curve of his cock. He grunted, inserting a second finger inside her, bringing his thumb up to torment her clit, his pace quickening. She responded in kind, stroking his dick faster and faster, bringing her hips forward to fuck his fingers. He lowered his head in concentration, hypnotized by the way her tits jiggled when the thrust of his fingers slamming into her met her writhing hips. Their limbs were tangled together, breath rough and ragged as they feverishly touched each other, building to a climax.
When Colin rolled his luggage down the hallway that lead from the flat’s door to the living room, he was not ready for the nightmarish hellscape that awaited him. He froze in terror as he stepped into the space. There on the couch was Penelope, mewing, her beautiful, full breasts bare, legs spread wide, hips moving frantically as…. as…. as…. Gregory, his younger brother Gregory, pounded his fingers into her. And she… she… her hand was in his pants, her arm moving frantically as she stroked him. She was touching him. His Pen was touching Gregory... His little brother... And he was touching her… He was touching her… He was touching Her… He…
When Colin heard his brother say, “Are you ready to come for me, Red?” he broke out of his stupor.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” he bellowed, his voice echoing in the space around them.
Penelope had been so close when Colin appeared screaming like a madman. She had turned her eyes to him in shock, in surprise. Her blue eyes, full of passion, locked with his green, wild and angry. And it just happened. She came. She broke into a million pieces while staring into his eyes. “Greg!” she cried out, pulling him close, her eyes rolling back, her body convulsing as she shook though an orgasm so intense she thought she would blackout.
Somewhere, far from her, she heard Gregory yelling, “GET THE FUCK OUT, COLIN!” while pulling the throw on the back of the couch over her to give her some semblance of modesty.
Colin continued to stare at Penelope, who was shuddering with pleasure, and was unable to look away. “COLIN!” Gregory shouted again, furious. “LEAVE!”
And he did. He left his bags and ran into the hall, past Eloise, who was shouting at him, all the way down the stairs, into the lobby, where he collapsed against a wall. Then he knew. What he long suspected, long hid from, was true. In that moment when Penelope’s eyes met his and she reached the height of passion, when he watched her explode as she called out his brother’s name. He knew that was in love with her.
And he that was going to kill Gregory.