Chapter 58: Winter Break

-- TUESDAY --

“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” Belle groaned every time my cockhead hit that little bump at the end, setting off little sparkles in her brain. “Ohmigawd, Matty ... That feels so good ... Such a perfect fit ... You’re my perfect fit ... Fuck me ... Fuck meeeeee...”

“Hmph, hmph, hmph,” I grunted, concentrating on my technique to keep up the rhythm and hit that spot she loved so much every time.

“I can’t believe you made me wait this long to feel you...” Belle groaned. “I needed to feel you inside me, but you made me wait forever.”

“It. Wasn’t. Forever,” I grunted, continuing to pump in and out of her ultratight twat. It was Tuesday morning, the day after Christmas, and Mr. K had gotten called into the hospital. “Just until your dad left the house.”

“Don’t you mean our dad?” she teased, a twinkle in her pale-green eyes.

I stopped thrusting for a moment and gave Belle a stern look. “Don’t make it weird.”

But Belle merely giggled, clenched her cunt a little tighter around my cock, and mewled into my ear. “Fuck me with your big dick, big brother. Your little sister wants to feel her big brother’s big dick stretching her tiny, teenage pussy. Fuck me harder, big brother! Fuck me harder!”

“B ... seriously...” I warned. “You need to stop saying shit like that.”

“If you don’t like me saying ‘shit like that’, why are you grinding on me like you enjoy it?”

“I ... Uhhh...” I abruptly stopped the grinding I hadn’t realized I’d started doing. “Your pussy feels amazing, B. But I wouldn’t say I’d been enjoying you saying--”

“You’re enjoying it,” Belle insisted before licking my ear. “You’re soooo fucking deep inside me, big brother. Wanna put a baby in your baby sister’s womb? Ride me hard, big brother, but don’t take too long. You don’t want our dad to come home and catch us, do you?”

“Aww, fuck, B...” I grunted, unable to keep myself from grinding within her super-sweet pussy once more.

Belle giggled and bit my ear, her legs tightening behind my ass as she undulated her little body beneath mine to hump me back as much as I was humping her. “Fuck me, big brother,” she crooned. “I want you to fuck me like this every day of winter break.”

“You’re gonna have to share though...” I moaned. “You and (shit am I really gonna say it?) our dad may have talked me into staying here overnight, but I still need to see the other girls.”

Belle outright laughed and bit my ear again. “Of course we’re gonna visit the other girls. Your little sister isn’t flexible enough to suck your creampies outta her own pussy, after all. And I already know who we’re inviting over first.”

“Hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh...” I grunted rhythmically at a steady pace that matched my metronomic thrusts in and out of my Angel’s super-supple, super-soaked and slippery snatch that snugly surrounded my steel-hard schlong. I had a firm grip on her hips, using them as handholds for leverage while I crunched my glutes and abs to really pound her body-built-for-sex with piston-like precision. And I was rewarded by the sight of her massive melons flapping back-and-forth like a snow angel in response to my aggressive jerking motions.

I’d felt a sense of déjà vu when I’d first opened the front door and the happy, horny, Hispanic girl had immediately tackled me to the floor. I’d fortunately landed on that part of my anatomy with sufficient cushioning to absorb such an impact against the hardwood. And I’d wound up grabbing meaty handfuls of my Mariangel’s magnificent ass while she mewled and manically made out with me.

“Oh ... I’ve missed you ... Matty...” my Mari whimpered in-between breathless kisses. “I need you IN me! I wanna mount you ... right here and now!”

“Well if you wanna mount him, you’re gonna have to scoot back a couple of feet,” Belle drawled. “I can’t close the front door with his legs in the way.”

Mari giggled and glanced around. Indeed, we were still in the foyer with the front door wide open, and I briefly wondered if random passers-by would be able to see Mari’s ample ass with my hands holding up the back of her skirt. But I quickly pulled my hands out, the buxom brunette climbed off me, and Belle closed the door.

I abruptly found myself getting dragged up the stairs, my Mariangel urging, “Let’s go! Let’s go! I need you IN me, Matty! IN me! I haven’t gotten laid in weeks, and I’m not waiting any longer than I have to!”

Laughing, I held my Angel’s hand and hustled with her.

I knew Mari had been obliged by family duty to go home first after flying back from school, unable to join that Friday-night winter break get-together in Berkeley, and she’d remained with her extended family all through Christmas. We’d briefly chatted on the phone yesterday, and I’d wished her Feliz Navidad. Now that we were finally together, my luscious Latina was eager to make up for lost time. But even so, as soon as she flopped herself across Belle’s bed and extended all four limbs in invitation for me to come ravish her, I couldn’t help but pause for a moment to admire the gorgeous creature before me.

Mari had been heart-stoppingly stunning when I’d last seen her over Thanksgiving break, and she was just as incredible today. She’d refreshed the blonde highlights in her hair and still possessed every inch of her killer curves. And fuck, I think her boobs had only gotten firmer without losing any of their mass.

She wore a plum-colored blouse with several extra buttons undone over a black camisole, along with a black miniskirt and black high heels. When she realized I was ogling her, Mari pivoted slightly onto her left hip, bending her knees, twisting her torso for maximum cleavage, and giving me a coy look.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Matty,” she murmured with a seductive purr in her voice.

Belle was already behind me, and the little brat immediately pantsed me, dragging down my borrowed pajama pants to my ankles. And my massive woody popped up at an inclined angle like a flag salute to Mari’s magnificent body.

“That’s what I’ve been craving...” Mari purred with glittering eyes. “I need it IN me, Matty. IN me! IN me!”

She rolled onto her back and reached for the hem of her miniskirt. But rather than remove it, Mari tugged it up until the skirt was bunched up around her waist, revealing a familiar-looking orange thong. And I blinked in surprise at the sight of it.

Mari giggled. “You never did get my ‘prize’ over Thanksgiving,” she pointed out.

“A-nal cream-pie! A-nal cream-pie!” Belle chanted behind me, which made me snort and shake my head at her with a grin.

“But first, my pussy has missed you. Why are we still talking? I need you IN me, Matty! I need you IN me!”

I slid the strap of her thong aside.

And then I was IN her.

Lubrication was not a problem, and my Mariangel’s body-built-for-sex was more than ready to accept all of me in a single thrust. Her pussy was snug without being too constricting; it pliantly yielded to the tip of my monster as it slid forward through her channel and then rebounded back to hug every square millimeter of me not at the point of attack. And we were off to the races and lustily pounding away at each other right from the jump.

Eventually I reached down to remove my borrowed t-shirt, leaving me bare-naked. Mari, on the other hand, remained fully-clothed, although we did eventually get her plum blouse fully unbuttoned throat-to-tails and then yanked her camisole up under her chin so I could have unfettered access to her bouncing boobies. Not only did I love mashing her melons in my hands and suckling on her sweet teats, but I also still enjoyed watching them bounce off each other in wobbly orbits and caroming off each other in odd directions like Uranium atoms in a nuclear energy simulation.

Belle, meanwhile, situated herself in her desk chair and shoved her fingers down the front of her panties to masturbate. My horny little voyeur moaned and groaned while strumming her tiny love button, directing the action every now and again as well.

“Hook her leg over your shoulder and rub her clit at the same time.”

“Grab her titties and squeeze them. Squeeze them!”

“Oh and bite her nipples! You remember she really loves that.”

I hooked Mari’s leg over my shoulder and rubbed her clit at the same time.

I grabbed Mari’s titties and squeezed them.

And I bent over and bit Mari’s nipples. She really did love that.

At some point, I hooked both of Mari’s legs over my shoulders and dug my toes into the carpet of Belle’s bedroom, really laying down the lumber as I sensed she was rapidly approaching an epic climax.

“Fuckme-fuckme-fuckme, Matty-Matty-Matty!” my Angel cried, her head lolling side to side as she extended her arms towards the headboard and surrendered herself to ecstasy.

I hammered her harder and harder and harder, my upper thighs slapping against her well-padded buttocks with loud, meaty [thwacks].

“OH-OH-OH-OH! MATTY-MATTY-MATTY! I’m gonna cum, Matty! You’re gonna make me cum!” she screamed.

“Hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh...” I grunted rhythmically at a steady pace that matched my metronomic thrusts in and out of my Angel’s super-supple, super-wet snatch that snugly surrounded my steel-hard schlong. I had a firm grip on her hips, using them as handholds for leverage while I crunched my glutes and abs to really pound her body-built-for-sex with piston-like precision. And I was rewarded by the sight of her massive melons flapping back-and-forth like a snow angel in response to my aggressive jerking motions.

“I’m gonna cum, Matty! I’m gonna ... gonna ... OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”

“Hngh, hngh, hngh...”

“OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”

“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH!”

“OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”

“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH! HHNNGGHH!!!”

Mari’s vaginal canal convulsed around my cock as she clamped up and came. I’d just buried myself balls-deep when her teenage twat suddenly tightened up, abruptly arresting my ability to continue thrusting. Indeed, she squeezed down so hard that I couldn’t even ejaculate, the pressure in my balls rapidly building past the boiling point.

“OOOOHHhhwwwwaaaahhhhhhhh...” Mari wheezed as her climax peaked and then started to wane. As she did so, the pressure around my prick slackened, and I felt a diluvial torrent of jism start to blast forth down the length of my shaft.

“HHNNGGHH!!!” I grunted.

The first shot sprayed straight into her still-spasming snatch, but I’d started to pull out, and by the time the second shot spurted forth, I’d already re-centered my cockhead at her colon’s entrance, and wound up squirting her sphincter with my slippery spunk.

“HHNNGGHH!!!” I grunted again.

And then I rammed forward.

“HOLY FUCK!!!” my Angel yelped as she felt four inches of scalding hot dick suddenly slide straight into the depths of her tight tailpipe.

“HHNNGGHH!!!” I grunted one more time, my third shot of spooge coating her anal canal’s inner walls as my big dick burrowed deeper and deeper into her bowels.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” she yowled with every inch.

“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH!” I grunted three last times, collapsing forward at the very end with my big dick balls-deep up my Mariangel’s big booty.

Her legs split to the sides, allowing my chest to crash down onto hers. My face hit the pillow right next to her head, and I could feel her body shivering beneath my own shuddering form, my senses alive and crackling with excess electrical energy in the aftermath of such an incredible orgasm. And as I kept twitching and shaking from the aftershocks, I felt my Angel’s loving embrace surround me as she cradled me close with all four limbs.

And then Mari sighed dreamily, her voice full of contentment as she drawled, “Fuck yeah that hit the spot.”

Those first orgasms took the edge off, but Mari and Belle weren’t done with me yet. After Belle took care of cleaning out both of Mari’s creampies and then Mari finished undressing (while hanging her orange thong around my neck), the three of us settled down for an old-fashioned MariBelle threesome.

The girls did some tribbing while I cleaned myself up and caught my breath. They gave me a tandem blowjob that included a lot of kissing each other with my cockhead sandwiched between their lips. And then my Baby Belle went for a ride while Mari sat on my face.

We finished with the girls in a pleasant sixty-nine and me switching sides while alternating pussies and mouths. Belle’s last orgasm milked my load out into her creaming cunt, and Mari gaped her mouth open from the bottom of the sixty-nine position so I could watch my gooey jizz slowly trickle out from between Belle’s red-worn labia and drip, drip, drip down to coat the luscious Latina’s extended tongue.

And then of course Matty’s Little Cumslut had to turn around and lick it back up.

The girls then sat me down and convinced me to stay in town for the whole week. While I’d still feel really weird and awkward about spending the night with one of my girlfriends while her parents were in the house, and I wouldn’t even consider doing so with Naimh, Sam, Mari, Alice, Holly, or Zofi, when it came to spending the night with Belle ... well ... it actually felt a lot more natural than I would’ve realized.

Maybe it was because my decision to think of Mr. K as “Dad”, and to think of the Kramer’s house as “home” made it feel much more... normal. Where else would be “home” if not this place? I was intimately familiar with the kitchen, the living room, and even Belle’s bedroom. And with Mr. K stating plainly last night that (A) I belonged in this house and (B) he had absolutely no issues with me and Belle sharing a bed together, my sense of awkwardness and anxiety started to melt away.

To be honest, the only real reason I felt any tug to stay in Berkeley was to be near Skylar, not for sex reasons but to make sure she didn’t feel isolated and alone. But when I called her up to say that the BTC girls had talked me into staying with Belle for the rest of the week, she’d immediately dismissed my concerns by stating, “It’s better for me if you stay away, actually. I simply must finish these projects before the end of the week, and if you come back to Berkeley, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from going over to your house and ... ah ... getting distracted.”

I chuckled and replied, “I understand.”

“When ARE you coming back, though?”

“Saturday. Probably around lunchtime.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she purred huskily.

“Is there somewhere in particular you’d like me to take you out?”

“Fuck no. Just come straight to my apartment so I can rip your clothes off and throw you onto my bed.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I’m trying to decide if I want to lie back and have you eat me out to orgasm after screaming orgasm before you climb on and see if your big dick can reach any more virgin territory deep inside my pussy, or if I’d rather feel your thickness stretching my lips while I masturbate myself, fantasizing about how good it will feel when I finally straddle you and slowly sink myself down around your massive dick while you paw at my breasts with your big hands.”

“Ummm ... I’ll leave that up to you.”

“Mmm ... and if you bring Neevie with you...” she purred before cursing, “Bollocks, I’d better hang up before I get any more hot and bothered and need a jilling session. Even thinking about you is getting me distracted from my work. Bye, Matty. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“See you then.”

That entire conversation had taken place while I was sitting in my minivan. Belle and Mari had driven off to do some after-Christmas Sale shopping together, and I’d already called up Alice to see if she was available for me to come over. She was actually the only one of The BTC girls with zero interest in after-Christmas Sales and had been quick to agree, although she did warn me that her mom was home.

That was fine, because I was more interested in playing video games than anything else after already busting my nut three times. Belle drank down my load after morning sex. Then I’d switched holes on the fly with Mari to finally “earn” her orange thong. And finally, Belle, Mari, and I had added a threesome together as well.

Alice met me at her front door with a fist bump and then gestured for me to come in. I followed her inside, but when the smell of Korean BBQ hit me and I saw a platter of kalbi short ribs on the counter, I stopped and gawked at the still-steaming food.

My stomach gurgled on cue.

Alice grinned. “They’re for you.”

I blinked in surprise. “Really?”

Alice’s mother glanced over her shoulder at me, the range hood still venting away steam and smoke as she continued grilling up additional short ribs. “Merry Christmas, Mattoo,” she greeted with her typical thick Korean accent. “Good to see you again.”

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Choi,” I replied politely.

“You eat first. Then pray games. And then I go run some errands,” she continued. Did I imagine it, or had Alice’s mom actually winked at me?

I wasn’t sure who looked more surprised: me or Alice.

Long story short, Alice and I ate. Then we played games. And then Mrs. Choi left to run some errands.

No, Alice didn’t drag me upstairs to her bedroom.

We kept playing video games right there in the living room...

... while having sex.

For the record, Alice was a good enough gamer that she was perfectly capable of beating me at Tekken Tag Tournament without needing to distract me by mounting her superwet, supertight teenage twat atop my upright turgid tool.

It was just ... Alice’s way was much more fun.

-- WEDNESDAY --

“Fuck you two are so hot together,” I grunted, my breath coming with labored pants while I leaned back against the headboard, my eyes wide at the sight of such gorgeous young women Sapphically swapping spit straight in front of me.

Sam giggled and sat up with a mischievous smile on her face. The buxom blonde bombshell with the short-cropped hair above her shoulders waggled herself left and right a bit, and I moaned feeling a corresponding left-and-right wiggle from the snug snatch currently wrapped around my rigid rod.

But Sam herself wasn’t actually mounted on me.

A slender, silver-haired beauty was currently impaled on my big dick in a reverse-cowgirl position, both of our bodies covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Holly’s long locks were currently pinned up in adorable double-buns, and she shivered and sighed while letting her head loll back over my shoulder while I continued to crunch my abs and make my thick prick thrust up into her tight teenage twat.

An equally naked Sam knelt astride Holly’s lap so that the two scorching-hot babes could make out with each other. And when she smiled at me and leaned forward, I thought she would recapture Holly’s lips with her own.

But rather than resume kissing Holly, Sam reached up to turn Holly’s head and aim the silver-haired girl’s face over her shoulder back at me. Holly didn’t resist, allowing herself to be directed, and I met her halfway by sealing my mouth over hers, much to her moaning delight.

“That’s it, Personal Slut,” Sam encouraged. “Make love to Master with your tongue. Isn’t he so fuckin’ hot and sexy? Feel the strength and power in his lips. Soak in how safe and loved you feel in his arms. Let yourself be filled and fulfilled by his massive cock stretching your cunt. Doesn’t it feel good?”

Holly didn’t respond verbally except to moan into my mouth.

I’d been holding Sam’s ass in my hands, but as the Aussie blonde leaned back to let me and Holly make out, I relocated my hands to Holly’s body, letting my left hand cup one of her big, bare breasts while my right hand slid down her taut abdominals and sought out her little love button with my middle finger. But my hand bumped into Sam’s, which was already at work buffin’ Holly’s muffin. And as I slid my right hand back up to cup the silver-haired girl’s other boob, I stopped trying to thrust my dick and settled down for a minute, content to take my time.

There was no rush. The three of us had all morning together. And I had no other girls to satisfy for the entire day except these two.

Or so the schedule said.

I’d woken up this morning spooned up around my sweet Annabelle. I knew Mr. K would still be home, but with my throbbing erection nestled between my Baby Belle’s baby buns, the urge to push myself inside her despite “our dad’s” presence in the house had been pretty intense. The fact that I was seriously considering it was testament enough to how “normal” waking up here had started to feel.

But I’d resisted the urge, and when Belle awoke on her own a few minutes later and I’d asked her what she wanted to do today, she’d tapped her watch and replied, “Schedule says you’ll go over to Holly’s house at ten.”

“Wait, what?”

“You know where Holly’s house is. You went there a few times last summer.”

“Yeah, I know where Holly’s house is. But what’s this about ‘schedule says’?”

Belle smirked. “Mari and I ran into Neevie, Sam, and Holly at the mall. We sat down, made some calls, and worked out a schedule since you’re here for the rest of the week. Mari and I had you yesterday morning, and you were already at Alice’s place in the afternoon. So Sam and Holly get you this morning, and then you’re visiting Neevie and her parents for dinner.”

“Neevie and her parents?!?” I asked incredulously.

“Thursday morning you’re back with Mari, and then Alice gets you for another gaming-slash-sex session Thursday afternoon--”

“Neevie and her parents?!?” I repeated.

“Keep up,” Belle scolded.

“I am keeping up. I’m just trying to wrap my head around the whole ‘Neevie’s parents’ bit.”

“Neevie’s idea. It’s been almost a year since you two first got together-together, and you’re living together at school now, with no signs of slowing down and Neevie’s more in love with you than ever. She said her dad has been coming around to the idea of you being a long-term presence in her life, and she wants him and you to stop hating each other.”

“I’ve never hated him,” I pointed out.

“She wants her dad to stop seeing you as ... What did Sam call you? Oh, ‘the devil incarnate’. I know you and Neevie’s dad got off on the wrong foot, but she said he’s promised to give you a fair shake this time.”

My dubious expression made clear how much I expected “a fair shake”.

“Fair-er,” Belle hedged. “You can’t say it isn’t worth a shot.”

“It’s worth a shot,” I agreed. “But what about Zofi? You didn’t mention her at all in this so-called ‘schedule’.”

“Well Zofi already got the weekend with you, PLUS Skylar. We’re all still jealous about that, by the way.”

“Jealous of Zofi for spending the weekend with me? Or jealous Zofi got to Skylar before any of you?”

“Yesss...”

I smirked and shrugged.

“Zofi also gets you Friday afternoon and evening - with her parents too, actually. Some college football games going on or something. I don’t really know which teams, nor do I really care.”

“Friday? Probably the UCLA game. Or maybe Oregon versus Texas.”

Belle stared at me blankly. “Like I said: I don’t really care. Moving on. I feel like I missed a slot.”

“Friday morning,” I informed her.

“Sam and Holly again. That’ll be their second slot this week.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned. “Sounds like everybody gets two slots except Neevie and Zofi.”

“We’re counting Zofi’s weekend with you and Skylar as a slot. Zofi’s cool with it.”

“And Neevie?”

“She figures subjecting you to her parents counts for double.”

“That makes no sense at all, and we end up with zero opportunities for sex.”

“It’s what she decided for herself, you’re getting laid often enough anyways, and how many times have you stated that your relationship shouldn’t be based on sex?”

“Fine, fine, so long as Neevie’s onboard. But then, why not just triple up or even have everyone meet up at Holly’s house this morning or something? That way, nobody gets left out or is short on slots with me.”

“Sorry to prick your ego, but not everything revolves around your prick,” Belle replied with a laugh. “We all have our own things to take care of this week: family obligations, shopping, whatever. Like: Sam’s gotta take her Escalade in to the dealer. Besides, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to do the big group thing during the New Year’s Mammoth trip. Getting every girl two slots this week seemed like a good balance: everyone gets enough time with you without overcrowding.”

I thought for a moment, doing the math, and then pointed out, “But you don’t get another slot beyond the one you already had yesterday morning.”

Belle shrugged. “I got most of Christmas and all the overnights sleeping in your arms.”

I winced. “You also don’t get any more opportunities for sex, so long as your dad is still around.”

“You mean ‘our’ dad?” she teased.

“That just makes it worse, actually. No way I’d want my dad to hear his daughter having an orgasm inflicted by his son, and the more I keep saying these words the dirtier it feels.”

“Fine, I’ll stop, but only because it’s making ME hornier and if you keep going, I’m liable to mount you whether you like it or not.” Belle’s eyes glittered in a way that told me she was three seconds away from jumping me anyways. But instead she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Bottom line: I don’t want to wear you out before anyone else’s slot. I’ll last until New Year’s at Mammoth. Besides...”

I narrowed my eyes and gave Belle a suspicious look when she grinned a rather mischievous evil grin. “Besides what?”

“Like I said: not everything revolves around you,” she replied with a laugh. “The nice thing about all of us girls being bisexual is that we’re perfectly capable of helping each other out whenever you’re otherwise occupied.”

“So you and Mari are gonna hole up together with your fingers in each other’s twat while I’m with Sam and Holly this morning?”

“I’m meeting up with Zofi, actually.”

I blinked in surprise. “You’re visiting Zofi?”

Belle nodded, her evil grin fading as she took on a serious look. “Mari’s got some extended family she’s got to go visit anyways. As for Zofi--”

“You’re gonna hole up together with your fingers in each other’s twat to relieve some of the jealousy that I got to have her this weekend and you didn’t?”

“Well sure. If the opportunity presents itself,” Belle replied in a way that was anything but a confirmation.

I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned at her expression.

“Something’s going on between her and Sam.” Belle pursed her lips. “Something ... not good. Neevie suggested Sam and Zofi get this morning’s slot, but Sam deflected and said she wanted to pair up with Holly instead.”

“That’s ... a bit alarming,” I muttered.

“Could be nothing. Could be something,” Belle hedged. “I’m gonna go find out.”

I winced. “Zofi told me that Sam hasn’t talked to her in more than a month.”

Belle nodded. “That’s what Neevie told me after we left the mall.”

I exhaled slowly. “I’ll talk to Sam.”

“You will not,” Belle instructed firmly.

I blinked in surprise. “Wait, what?”

“Like I said: could be nothing, could be something. Maybe Sam’s just super busy. Maybe Sam just knows that Zofi has always been in love with her and doesn’t want to lead her on. We both know it’s not the first time Sam’s decided that emotionally withdrawing from someone was the best way for both parties to move on.” Belle shrugged. “Maybe Sam would honestly rather pair up with Holly for some other, non-nefarious reason. They are good friends, too.”

“They are,” I admitted. “But I don’t like the idea of knowing there might be a problem between Sam and Zofi and not doing anything about it.”

“Let us girls handle it,” Belle urged me. “The last thing we want to do right now is make a big deal out of it and cause hurt feelings. So don’t be a stereotypical boy with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer going in and stirring up a hornet’s nest by asking whether or not something’s going on between Sam and Zofi, alright?”

I pressed my lips together and scowled, not liking what Belle was asking me.