Chapter 2 Cora

Cora's POV (Present day)

"Let's get the party started!" I heard Ethan shouted.

I watched the scene from my room window. Everyone cheered before jumping into the large swimming pool in the garden. My stepbrothers, Ethan and Spencer, organized the party. They are eighteen years old and twins, and this was the last summer they would spend at home.

In September, they will start their studies at Yale University and relocate to Connecticut. Our parents purchased a comfortable house for them, and both already had their apartments prepared.

Investing a significant amount in the boys' education was not an issue for our family. We, the Astors, are one of the wealthiest families in the United States.

As I looked out the window, my attention was drawn to Ethan. He was preparing to demonstrate a difficult jump, and everyone cheered when he landed in the water. After he climbed out of the pool, Spencer took his turn on the springboard. He lifted his hands, and his confident stance made me smile. With his dark brown hair and brown eyes, he's incredibly handsome, and his muscular build comes from working out regularly with Ethan. Although I know I should think of him as my brother, I can't help it—I have had a crush on him since we were little.

The next to jump was their classmate, Carla. My mood darkened as I watched her step onto the springboard. She had long blonde hair and brown eyes, and her bikini showcased her perfect body. Ethan's eyes were fixed on her big, round breasts, and Spencer was watching her with a smile as well.

However, when she landed in the water, she nervously laughed and grabbed her bikini top, trying to cover herself. Spencer and Ethan rushed to help her out of the pool. Spencer got a towel and covered her before quickly taking her inside the house. That was the moment I felt a strong urge to go out, but I recalled my stepfather's words. He had called me into his study privately and asked me to stay away from the twins' party, allowing them to have their moment. He tried to be polite as always, but I understood that disobeying him would be a significant mistake.

Even though Ethan and Spencer are twins, they have different personalities. Ethan enjoys parties, drinking, and dating multiple girls. In contrast, Spencer is kinder and more considerate. My hope was that his genuine intention was to save Carla from feeling ashamed, rather than to encourage her to get into his bed.

I recall the numerous times my classmates criticised me. Our parents enrolled us in the best school in Los Angeles, which meant many of our classmates were the children of celebrities. They strived for perfection, just like their parents, and loved to bully those who were different from them. I was a bit overweight and didn't enjoy standing in front of the mirror for an hour each morning before school, trying to decide which makeup would match my outfit. Because of this, Ethan and Spencer often had to step in when the bullies started to target me.

However, after these incidents, I usually had to confront my father as well, who never believed that I hadn't provoked others into doing this to me, and he was angry for involving the twins in my foolish matters.

I stood at the window, waiting nervously for them to return. Carla had been trying to attract Spencer since they began attending school together, and Dad had done everything he could to encourage Spencer to notice her. Even though Spencer never showed any interest in her, I worried that someday he might decide to date her. That would be the day my heart would break into pieces.

I often recall our childhood memories. When I was scared of the dark, I was sneaking out of my room and into theirs. Back then, they shared a room with two beds. Ethan offered to sleep next to him many times, but I always chose to sleep next to Spencer. I always turned my back to him, and he slipped closer to keep me in his embrace, feeling completely calm and protected.

I took a deep breath of relief when I saw them return to the party. Carla's bikini was back in place, and the festivities continued.

I closed the curtains, deciding I didn’t want to see any more. I strolled back to my bed and lay down. Recalling those nights I spent next to Spencer made me feel a familiar longing. It always begins like this: I fantasise about him, and I can’t help it. I must touch myself. While my hand slips down to cup my round breasts, I imagine my hand is his, and while he gives my breast a gentle massage, I start to get wet down there, ready for him.

My hands slip down to touch the light material of my thong, and I imagine Spencer's hand slipping under it to touch my pussy. I do this till I can't hold myself back any longer.

I remove my thong, and I imagine Spencer above me, moaning at the feeling of my inner walls around his sex, which slowly penetrates deeper, while I start to finger myself. Spencer is gentle at first, but soon, the passion drives him crazy, so he speeds up the pace. He is sweating while he thrusts inside me even harder till we climax together.

I try to breathe normally while my heart beats rapidly. Spencer is the same. He lays his head on my chest, hugs me tightly, and says how much he loves me.

I opened my eyes to return to reality. I lay on my bed, trying to regain my normal breathing completely naked. I feel a deep pain knowing that my imagination may never become reality, especially since Spencer has never shown any interest in me. He has always been kind, but unfortunately, he sees me only as a sister and not as someone he would be romantically interested in.

A knock made me jump, pulling me back into the room. My first thought was whether I had locked the door. I quickly got up and started to collect my bra and thong off the floor.

"Cora? Are you in there?"

"Just a second!" I shouted as I dashed into the bathroom to put on a robe. The twins had such similar voices that, in the rush, I couldn't tell which one was at the door. Finally, I opened the door to find Ethan standing there, looking confused.

"What are you doing?" he asked.