There she was, in her usual skimpy outfit... The type I always warned her never to wear outside the confines of her own bedroom because I didn't want anyone, not even the maids, to have a glance at her perfectly toned skin, which I am always tempted to touch if only she weren't my sister.
Her big green eyes widened in shock as she saw me standing by the door. With the way she jolted, my gaze couldn't help but travel to the swell on her chest - not so small, not so big... Just about the perfect size that could fit right in a palm my size... But fuck. I shouldn't be having such thoughts about my sister, should I? That's terrible of me.
Her nipples were hard behind the black crop top she wore, which left her flat stomach exposed to my wandering gaze. I had to keep my eyes in check. I didn't want to see anything more 'upsetting'.
But it was difficult to keep these treacherous eyes of mine in place as my gaze dared to explore further, and they rested on the flimsy shorts she had on, which, if I turned her around, I was certain wouldn't cover her entire butt cheeks.
Fuck it. What was wrong with me?
"Careful. Step away from the glass," I swallowed all the lustful thoughts running through my mind.
This had been my predicament for the past three years. I have fought so hard to maintain control of my feelings... But I don't know how much longer I'd be able to hold back anymore.
Not when she had eaten into me in ways I can never begin to describe.
"Hi...Alaric?" She called my name ever so innocently that I clenched my fist, stopping myself from closing the distance between us and doing something I might end up regretting.
No matter what happens, I had to regain control. I didn't want her to see me as a monster. She had always taken me as her big brother... But if only she knew that I had stopped seeing her as a sister since she turned sixteen.
She had stopped being my sister. She was now my obsession.
JASMINE'S POV
I'd never survive in this house. Alaric was no longer the big brother I used to know. He'd become cold and distant. His presence scared me.
I barely survived his presence in the kitchen earlier. The way he looked at me as if I was some kind of... I don't know... a prostitute?
I know he had warned me several times about wearing such clothes, but I was in his house, and there was no one else there. His guards were stationed outside the house and with the way Alaric was, I knew they'd never dare enter the house without his permission.
Maybe he should tell me if he also doesn't want me wearing them around his house. I'd just stick to wearing them right here in my room, because these are the only kinds of clothes I feel comfortable in whenever I am at home.
We barely exchanged pleasantries when he excused himself and went into his room. I wasn't wrong. His room was the one just beside mine.
I was ready to sleep, but the heat in the room was becoming unbearable. I had thought I'd be able to ignore it, as the air conditioner wasn't on. The remote control was broken.
I didn't want anything that would make me face Alaric tonight, but I guess I don't have a choice.
Adjusting my nightgown, which stopped mid-thigh, I grabbed the remote control and headed to his room.
I took in a shuddering sigh as I knocked gently on the door, but there was no response. I knocked again, but there was no response. I twisted the doorknob, and surprisingly, the door wasn't locked.
Could he be asleep? Well, he had to wake up and help me fix this. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sleep.