Plausibility (2 page)

He was explaining predicate nouns to her in her room, siting at her desk. He looked down at her when she d
idn’t respond to his explanation. She was staring up at him with her beautiful sparkling blue eyes. She was turning into such a pretty girl.

“What
, Quill?” he asked, quietly.

“What do you do in the north wing? Why can’t I go there?” she wanted to know.

He turned his eyes shamelessly back to the English book. “I work there, Quill. It’s not a place for little girls,” he assured her.

“I’m hardly a little girl anymore. I’m old enough to see. Do you work with girls?”

His eyes quickly reverted back to hers. “Why would you ask that?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I see girls come there sometimes late at night, and then they leave with other men after about a week. They always
come for them late at night. Why, Julius?”

“I have to teach them and then they leave. Do your homework,” he tried, turning back to the book.

“What do you teach them?”

“How to be a lady,
now do your homework.”

“Do you kiss them?”

“No, now stop asking questions and get your lessons done.” He didn’t like talking about this with Aquilla. She could never understand and he could never explain it so that she would.

“Will you kiss me, Julius?”

He choked on his own saliva. “No, I won’t kiss you. You’re my sister. That’s kind of gross.”

“But I’m not really your sister.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Aquilla tilted her head.
“Really, Julius?” She moved her arm next to his. It was like black and white. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew he wasn’t her brother as much as she knew Romano wasn’t her father. She was unquestionably a white girl. Julius’s mother was Asian and his father was Hispanic. Julius had dark eyes and even had a little bit of a slant in the corners. Aquilla had bright blue eyes, unlike her father and Julius.

“You just took after our mother,” he tried.

“Stop lying to me, I’m not three nor am I stupid. I know we do not have the same parents.”

“You need to talk to Father about this.”

“I’m never going to get to kiss a boy, Julius. How am I ever going to get a boyfriend when I am homeschooled and never allowed out of this house?”

Julius blew out a puff of air. “You’re not going to get a boyfriend, and if I ever see a boy kiss you, I will chop him up into tiny little pieces.” That was true. The poor girl didn’t have a chance in hell to
ever have a boyfriend. Between her father and Julius, she could go through many dead boyfriends.

“Then you need to kiss me. I just want to see what it’s like. You don’t have to stick your tongue in my mouth or anything,” she explained.

Julius laughed a nervous laugh. This wasn’t right. He couldn’t kiss Aquilla. It was unthinkable. He looked at her carefully.

“Please, Julius,” she begged.

He had kissed her lips a hundred times. She was just a toddler, this was different. She wasn’t three anymore. He looked at her lips, back to her eyes, back to her lips, and then back to her eyes. Fuck. What the hell was he doing? He moved his face to hers and softly kissed her lips. He quickly backed away when she opened her mouth and brushed his tongue with hers.

“What the
hell, Quill? You said no tongue,” he asked, freaking out.

“I just wanted to see what it was like.”

“Do your homework,” he demanded.

That never happened again. She left him feeling very uncomfortable. The spasm that he had felt in his cock
, when her tongue touched his, left him feeling even more uncomfortable. He avoided future talks about kissing boys or anything else about boys like a pandemic. 

Julius stayed away from her as much as possible. He still helped with her homework, but insisted on doing it at the dining room table. He spent more and more time in the location of the house that Aquilla wasn’t allowed to be in. He had to. It helped with his forbidden wandering eyes. By the time she was 14, she had blossomed into a curvy C cup. He really had to fight to keep his eyes level with hers, especially
by the pool. He stopped going there with her too. It was better for him to take his frustrations out on a new trainee. By that time he was 21, he was an expert at his job. He needed his job to keep his illicit thoughts away.

Julius had just gotten in bed late one night when his father called from out of town. That was his next frustrating as hell contact with Aquilla. He woke her from a dead sleep, telling her to pack. They had to go. He helped her pack only what was really important while she cried. She didn’t want to move again. She liked the beach, her room, her pool, and she had just gotten a new comforter set that she only got to sleep under twice.

“We’ll get you another one just like it, Quill,” Julius promised. “And we will live some place by the beach.”

“I am tired of fucking doing this,” she screamed with tears streaming down her face.

He didn’t reprimand her about her language. “Quill, it can’t be helped, we have to go.”

Julius stayed held up in a ratty hotel with her for almost a month, waiting for orders from his father. It was pure hell, and he didn’t even have the girls to relieve his hindrances.  They slept in the same lumpy queen size
d bed, played numerous card games, mostly ones that they made up out of boredom, watched the only three Mexican channels that they had, and ate from the rundown little diner attached to the hotel.

“Julius, this is it. I have no more clean clothes,” Aquilla whined, taking her only clean outfit from her packed suitcase. Of c
ourse it had to be short shorts and a skimpy tank-top. “And I have to go panty-less now,” she assured him, searching for a clean pair of underwear, which weren’t there.

Fuck
! That was just the image he needed implanted in his already fucked up head. “I will ask Father if it’s okay to find a laundromat tomorrow.”

“How much longer do we have to stay here?” She was sick of staring at the
same four walls, sick of looking at Julius, sick of eating the same food every single day, sick of the tiny bathroom with the warped door that wouldn’t even close all the way, and sick of the shower with hardly any hot water.

“I don’t know, Quill. Father is working on it.”

She groaned and went to take a piss warm shower.

Julius was leaning
against the headboard when she came out half naked. Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. Shit. He couldn’t keep his eyes from scanning her perfect body.

“Here,” she said, handing him her brush and plopping between his legs.

He looked at her cautiously sitting in front of him. He hadn’t brushed out her hair in years. He ran the brush down her hair, letting his eyes wander to her bare shoulders. He loved her hair. He always had. Most of the girls on that side of the continent had dark hair. Aquilla’s was as blonde as blonde could be. It did get a little darker as she got older, but not much. The tropical sun kept it light. It was long, half way down her back.

“Julius, will you please tell me what is going on
? I know something is going on. Is it because of a drug run that has gone wrong?” she asked.

“Why would you think that?” he asked, brushing long strokes down her hair.

“I’m not ten, Julius. I do live in the same house, I hear things.”

“Well, you just don’t worry about that. Ev
erything will be fine, and you’ll be living in a lovely new house before you know it.”

“I liked my old house.”

“You’ll like this one even better,” he promised.

Aquilla fell asleep early. She had a headache and they didn’t have anything for it. Julius showered and
laid down beside her just after eleven. She squirmed and kicked the covers from her half naked body. Julius stared at her, watching her perfect body every time the neon light blinked through the crack in the curtain. He had the strongest desire he had ever had in his life to touch her.

Julius let his imagination run wild. He could feel the soft skin on
the back of her leg as his fingers ran up it. Fuck, what the hell was he thinking? He knew what the hell he was thinking, his erect cock proved it. He needed to fuck in a BAD way.

He got up and walked into the bath
room. He had to relieve himself, in order to stop the image of Aquilla running through his mind. He had to stop the thoughts about what he was doing to her. What the fuck? He closed the door and took his hard rod in his hand. He tried like hell to think about the last girl that he had been with as he pumped his cock in his hand. Fuck, it wasn’t working. Aquilla’s naked body beneath his was the only image that made him want to cum.

Aquilla pulle
d the covers back up when she felt chilled. She sleepily opened her eyes to see the empty side of the bed. She rose up and dropped her head back to the pillow, realizing he was there when she saw the dim light, seeping through the crack of the bathroom door. She rose up again when she thought she heard him moan. Was he hurt? Was he sick? Was she hearing things? She quietly moved off the bed to peek through the crack of the warped door. She sucked in a breath when she saw him leaning against the wall, stroking his rock hard cock.

Holy fucking Pacific Ocean
, she couldn’t move. She was frozen and her pussy had just done something unfamiliar. She should move away. She shouldn’t be watching him. She couldn’t, she was too engrossed in what he was doing. She crossed her legs, needing contact herself. What the hell was going on? She felt like she started her period. She knew she hadn’t, it wasn’t time for that. She was wet.

Aquilla’s ey
es widened even more, if that were even possible. Julius thrust himself, frantically in his hand, moaned quietly, and relieved himself into the palm of his hand. Aquilla ran back to bed, feeling confused, frustrated herself, and… and…she wasn’t sure what. She felt him move in beside of her a few minutes later. He leaned over, kissed her hair, and lay down. She couldn’t go back to sleep. She wanted to touch herself. What the hell was happening to her body?

She did touch herself as soon as he fell asleep. She had to. She couldn’t get the image of Julius’s lean body propped against the bathroom wall
, jacking off out of her head. She stayed turned away from him, lying on her stomach and ran her fingers between her legs. She even pulled her hand out once to look at her fingers through the blinking light. It wasn’t blood. She was just wet. She was drenched. Her clitoris throbbed, and something unversed was building.

Julius looked over when her breathing became erratic. He saw her hips moving and could t
ell where her hand was. His cock instantly reacted. She was fucking masturbating. Fuck. He couldn’t take his eyes from her any more than she could take hers from him. Shit. He wanted to reach over and make her cum. He turned his eyes away. He couldn’t watch this, this was wrong. That lasted about two seconds. He heard a small whimper as her hips thrust inward and steadied on her fingers. She just fucking had an orgasm laying inches from him. What the fuck?

The following morning was awkward for them both. They avoided eye contact at all cost
s. Aquilla read a lot, even though she had just finished the book the day before. She started it over. Maybe she would catch something she hadn’t before. She needed to occupy her mind as did Julius. He messed around on his laptop, and although they both tried like hell, their eyes did meet on several occasions.

“What are you typing?” she asked when he was still pecking away at the keys as she crawled into bed after her not so hot shower.

“Nothing, I’m done,” he said, closing the laptop.

“You’ve been typing nothing for hours?”

“It’s just kind of like a journal, I guess. I haven’t written in it for a while.”

She giggled. “Julius Chavez keeps a diary?”

He snickered too. “If you breathe one word of that to anyone, I will have to cut your tongue off or something,” he threatened.

Julius had to relieve himself again that night when he woke
up to his right hand on her breast. He pretended to stay asleep, loving the feel of her perky young breast beneath his hand. He abruptly moved it when his thumb brushed her erect nipple on its own accord.

Aquilla too pretended to stay asleep as she shamelessly enjoyed the feel of his hand on her body. She didn’t want him to move it. She wanted more, and yet
, she didn’t. What the hell was happening between them? Something was going on. She knew it. She felt it. He knew it. He felt it.

Julius was never so happy to get that call. He was t
o take Aquilla to Jamelia Lei, a small island just north of Anguilla. Their father had acquired a new home, and they could finally get out of the claustrophobic hotel. Romano talked to Aquilla, telling her how much she was going to love her new house, and although it wasn’t right on the beach like the last one, it was fairly close. Aquilla didn’t care anymore. She needed to get out of there and away from her BROTHER.

Aquilla had learned something new about her body, and it was killing Julius. He had to watch her please herself quietly during the night five more times before they got out of there. Of course
, he had to relieve himself from the horrific events…every fucking time.