Charles
During the two-hour drive, I do my best to suppress my anger over the possibility that some inexperienced, non-committal college guy might be convincing my sweet Lillian to spread her legs.
Do I truly believe she hasn’t had sex yet? Am I naïve?
A bunch of college kids are sitting on a car outside of Lillian’s dorm, and the first thing I notice is that Lillian’s not with them.
“Robert, offer those kids a hundred bucks to give us their parking spot.” I ask him to do it because even though Thomas came with us, he’s still struggling with his desire to find out how good Lillian’s cunt would feel.
In seconds, the offer’s been accepted, and a guy is waving at people to get out of the way. We park and rush to the dorm so quickly, I’m not sure I locked my car.
As a group of students enter the building, I grab the dorm’s keycard-protected door, stopping it from closing. The students who just entered don’t notice. Is Lillian always at risk like this? People coming and going from her dorm, the security system rendered useless?
We take the stairs two at a time to the third floor. Rushing down the hallway, my arm is already raised, and a fist formed as we near room 308. I pound on the door.
“Lillian, it’s Charles. Let us in. Robert and Thomas are with me.”
When there’s no answer, Robert reaches past me and bangs equally as hard, the door jostling under his fist.
A click gives me hope for a brief second until I realize it comes from behind. The three of us spin around simultaneously. A girl in unicorn pajamas stumbles backward. She brings a tissue to her red nose.
“You guys want to keep it quiet out here?”
“Where’s Lillian?” Robert demands.
“Out with friends, celebrating her birthday.”
While I’m glad Lillian’s neighbor is helping, I’m increasingly irritated with the lack of safety.
Robert’s going for as much as we can get. “Where did they go?”
“I don’t know. I got sick yesterday, haven’t kept up with the plans.” She lifts her phone, which I hadn’t noticed was in her other hand, and there’s a shutter sound.
“Did you take a picture of us?” he asks.
“Yep.” She finishes typing. “I let her know you’re looking for her.”
She lowers the phone, and I’m impressed with how fast she did it. I’ll get over the picture taking without permission since it’s a good safety move.
Her phone dings, she looks at it, turns it to us, and a reply says, “Seriously, they’re in our dorm?”
She types, presumably a yes, then lowers her phone. “Who are you guys?”
“We’re her guardians.” Thomas’ response is a habit, but contrary to how we’re currently trying to present ourselves.
The girl’s tissue-holding hand flies to her mouth. “Your Lillian’s guardians?”
Her phone buzzes again, and she reads it to us. “She’s on her way back. You can wait in the hallway or in the lobby downstairs, but I’m going back to bed.”
“Thank you for getting in touch with her.”
Minutes later, Lillian’s laughter catches my attention from around the corner. My brothers notice too, and we’re all staring down the hallway. My heart rate escalates.
It’s time to make things real, and if I’ve been reading her wrong, what we’re about to reveal could eternally destroy our relationship.
When she rounds the corner, my cock thickens against my thigh. The last remaining threads of our legal guardian role snap. The womanly curve of her hips and her tiny waist nearly break me.
Her ‘Happy Birthday’ tiara serves as a reminder that she was celebrating without us. But worse, the guy who’s at least a foot taller than her, walking way too close, offers other problems. My eyes dart down. Is his hand on the small of her back? My fists ball.
