I have to know. Need to.
Slowly, I peeked around the wood threshold, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
It wasn’t SpencerorLeo. It was both of them.
The pair of them sat on opposite ends of the couch, eyes glued to the screen as they touched themselves beneath their boxers. The exposed skin of their stomachs writhed on the sofa, desperately trying to keep quiet.
Despite myself, I felt myself starting to salivate.
What is wrong with me?
I had my answers. I should’ve looked away, should’ve turned on my heels and snuck back up the stairs. But I couldn’t look away.
It was scandalous… two best friends touching themselves like that. Completely out in the open.
If it wasn’t for the shock, I would’ve left.
Right?
But before logic could goad me away from the door, reason spurred me on. This was an opportunity, if I was bold enough to seize it.
Spencer and Leo had all this power over me, my keepers. If I caught them like this, used their attraction to me to garner a little favor, it could help me get some more freedom.
And if I had any hope of figuring out why this house was haunting me or who these people really were, I would need all the freedom I could get.
Part of me felt a little evil for it. It was wrong to use them like this. But I was just giving them what they wanted, right? Who did it hurt if we both benefited from the exchange?
Taking in a breath, I stepped forward, awash in blue light as I strode in front of the TV. As soon as they heard my steps, Leo bolted for the remote. “Shit.”
“Fuck.” Spencer started to pull her hand from her boxers.
But before either of them could finish, I shook my head. “Quite the dirty little secret.Don’t let me interrupt you.”
They exchanged a wide-eyed look, clearly more shocked by my words than my presence.
Even from across the room, I could see their chests pounding with excitement. They’d been close, clearly.
Leo’s fingers gripped the remote, still debating whether to cave to me or not. There was no getting out of this without the two of them having to skulk away into the darkness of the mansion. And no matter what, they’d have to face me in the morning.
Spencer tried to steady her voice. “Are you serious?”
Nodding, I took a seat in the plush chair across from them and right next to the TV. “Why don’t you show me what you think I’m missing?”
A smirk washed over Leo’s face as she lifted her chin to me, setting the remote back on the arm of the couch.
Spencer’s eyes flicked over to Leo, whose hand was back at work under the fabric of her black boxers.
“Jesus Christ," Spencer mumbled as she shoved her own hand back into her underwear. My eyes explored her mismatched patchwork of tattoos, the way they flexed over the tense muscles of her forearm. The sword at her shoulder was on full display.
Licking my lips, I turned to look at the porn on the TV. The moans weren’t as animated as the lesbian stuff I'd seen in the past. And I couldn’t recognize the interface of whatever website they were on. “What is this?”
“We pay for it,” Spencer groaned through gritted teeth.
“We?” I teased. “Do you split the cost of those sex toys you wear around, too?”
Spencer threw her head back with a breathy laugh. “Not gonna feel like a toy when it's… ah!”
Her sentence was cut off by a groan, her hips bucking as an image — I had a few guesses of what — pushed her closer to the edge.
