Your cock is beautiful – 41

“See, I don’t know about the anger thing, to me it all feels like a big mask, you know?” Lissie said thoughtfully. “Like, sometimes she seems more scared than angry.”

“Oh what, like inside she’d just be some crying little girl?” Frank laughed. “No way. The girl is tough, she’s strong, and she’s full of rage. She’d destroy him one-on-one.”

“But don’t you feel like…” said Stella, “I don’t know, like she’s been a lot less angry lately?”

She looked directly at me.

“Almost like… I don’t know… Like she’s got some reason to be all content and happy?”

I had to force myself to not glare at her. I was about to say something, but nothing came to mind. Was she about to expose us, or just playing a game?

“I guess so, actually, yeah.” said Becky thoughtfully, “But she’s so quiet anyway, it’s sort of hard to tell… Wait, what are you talking about?”

She seemed to at last pick up on the hinting tone in Stella’s voice.

“You know something!” she accused excitedly.

“No!” interrupted Frank, “No gossip, no girly bullshit. OK, new match-up, place your bets…”

He smacked the arm of the sofa with his open hand.

“Stella versus Steven; who would be the alpha twin?” he asked.

We all cracked up laughing.

“Well, me obviously.” said Stella, “My little brother’s never been in a fight in his life!”

“Oh and you have?” I asked, smiling, “And getting your hair pulled by Tina Carmichael in third grade doesn’t count.”

“Hey, that was in fourth grade. It was practically a street fight!” she laughed.

We kept the conversation going, all of us weighing up the physical advantages and disadvantages of me and my sister for about ten minutes, until we ended up with the two of us flexing at each other to compare the size of our arms.

Lissie grabbed one of our biceps in each hand, squeezing them.

“Oh, that’s actually really close.” she said, “Which is kind of sad for Steven, when you think about it.”

I pulled away from her, acting like I was outraged by her analysis, then laughed along with the others.

I don’t know what I’d been afraid of the whole time. It turned out to be such a cool night. Like me, Frank was usually quiet, but his relaxed attitude was infectious. My head was buzzing after a few more beers, and I decided to slow down my drinking.

Last time I’d gotten this drunk, I’d ended up ordering dozens of BDSM toys online. No telling what I would end up doing tonight.

Later in the night, I was in a short line for one of the many bathrooms this seemed to have when Lissie strode up to me.

“Hey cool kid.” she said smiling, “So we never got a chance to talk.”

I sighed, smiling, and leaned back against the wall.

“So let’s talk.” I said, “What’s with Frank and Becky? Am I crazy or is there some chemistry there?”

She laughed loudly, surprised.

“Oh man, you’re way off.” She said, “They’re best friends, basically brother and sister. They were like, raised together, almost.”

I frowned, thinking about how Frank looked at her while they talked. Becky was hot, but it felt like there was more there. Maybe it was just the best friends thing I was picking up on.

“Why are you curious about Becky?” she asked, leaning against the wall beside me, “Stella hinted you might have kind of a thing for her.”

I smirked, thinking about how she’d half-assedly tried to set us up a while ago. Before she knew about Mia, obviously.

“Like Stella would know.” I said, neatly avoiding the question.

The bathroom door opened ahead of us, and the line shifted forward.

“Ah, but that’s the point, isn’t it?” she said, “Why wouldn’t she know? What’s the whole story with you two?”

I sighed. This again.

“There’s no… story, really.” I said, “We just stopped hanging out. And then we started again.”

I shrugged.

“No, I think there’s more to it.” She said, “Stella doesn’t talk about it, and when a gossipy bitch like your sister doesn’t want to talk about something, it usually means it’s serious.”

I sighed again.

“Well, we were kids, you know? We argued.” I said, “All hormones and anger and puberty… we just stopped getting along. Now we’re a bit older, more mature… I guess we’re just over it.”

“Hm.” She said, “That’s sort of boring.”

I laughed.

“Sorry about that.” I said, “Next time I tell a story from my tortured past, I’ll make it more interesting.”

“Yeah, maybe put a kung-fu fight in it or something.” she laughed.

Again the line moved forward, and I was next.

“Still, it feels like there’s more there.” she said, “She basically doesn’t even say your name to us for years, hell I didn’t even know what you looked like. I mean, I’d seen you around so I knew what you looked like, just not that… you know… you were what…”

She paused, seeming to have confused herself. She took another swig of beer, which I can’t imagine helped.

“And now you just show up, all cool and mysterious.” she continued.

I laughed.

“I’ve never been cool in my life.” I sighed, smiling.

I really wished she would stop talking about this. It seemed that no one really knew about Mia and I, our long, violent history, which had actually surprised me at first. But then, why would they? The worst of it was always just between the two of us. Our little secret.

“So, do you have your eye on anyone?” she asked. “I could be your wingman.”

“No thanks.” I laughed, “I’m good. For tonight, anyway.”

“Yeah, tonight’s sort of a bust.” she said, “There’s just no one worth my time here.”

I laughed.

“I imagine that’s a common problem for you.” I said.

She smiled at me.

“Well… I’ll leave you to it.” she said, then suddenly turned and walked away.

I looked behind me, realizing the bathroom was free.

==

A few hours, and a good few drinks later, we called a cab to bring us home, and to drop Lissie off too. Frank and Becky decided to split a cab together.

‘Just Friends’ my ass.

Once we got into the back, Stella leaned heavily on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry Jessie didn’t come.” she slurred quietly, “She had to study.”