Chapter 8

My alarm went off at seven-fifteen, and It was to be an exciting day. Riley and I were going on a picnic, and I know you’re probably thinking, what’s exciting about that?

It’s a naked picnic in the bush, nothing but nature around us. Shady trees, the song of birds, maybe a lizard or a snake, perish the thought, slithering by as they forage for food.

I had to go to the shops and buy chicken legs to cook in the oven, prepare a salad, get a loaf of Vienna fresh bread, and cut it up. I wanted to do this myself, with no help from Mum. It was something I wanted to do for me and my boyfriend. It was about the two of us having a great time outdoors.

The shops opened at eight, and we lived close by. All I had to do was jump on my bike with a shopping bag, race down to the shops, buy the goodies, get home, cook the chicken, prepare the salad and cut the bread.

Riley was taking care of the drinks and the desserts, and if you thought I was likely to be dessert, you’d be correct, but we’re also having cheesecake. It’s a favourite of mine.

After arriving home, I’d forgotten to ask Mum what heat setting I required to put the oven on and how long. She was out shopping herself. No worries, Chef Google will have the answer.

Chef Google gave me the info 180c for around sixty minutes. After putting the chicken in the oven, it was time to prepare the salad when Squirt walked by.

“What ya doin?”

“What does it look like, dopey?”

“Hey, I’m not dopey. I’m cute, sexy, clever, you know. The young chick that knows more about sex than my elder sister.”

“Huh, not for long. Not after last night, but later today and tomorrow. I’ve got a wild weekend of sex lined up with Riley.”

“Hey, did you get me, and Tristan an invite for lunch on Sunday?”

“Oh, shit, sorry, Sis. I forgot to ask Riley. I’ll text him now so he can change the booking.”

“Who’s the dopey one now?”

“Shut up squirt, can’t you see I’m busy getting the salad ready for Riley and my picnic? Plus, I don’t want to burn the chicken in the oven.”

“Okay, so don’t you love me anymore?”

“Ruby, I love you more than anything.”

“Will you give me a cuddle and make me breakfast?”

“Now you’re pushing your luck. Come here and let me cuddle you. Is something troubling you?”

“Nah, I’m lazy and want you to cook me breakfast. Hey, guess what?”

“No, I can’t guess, and no. I’m not cooking you breakfast.”

“Aw, meanie.”

“Well, will you tell me what the guess is?”

“Like wicked. I’m safe, and Tristan can screw me without a rubber, and we’re going to do it in my room while you’re getting screwed in the bush. I’ll think about you when Tristan sticks his piece of steel up my pussy, thinking, are we getting screwed by the brothers again at the same time?”

“Nooooo, you can’t. Mum told you four weeks ago, and she gave you a lifeline when she found out we had sex and reminded you of the house rules and didn’t ground you.

“Remember, no closed bedroom doors when we’ve got a guy with us? Don’t you dare risk it? You’re playing with fire if you do.”

“It’s okay for you. Your guys got a car, and mine hasn’t. Where do you think we’re gonna do it?”

“Get on your bikes ride around, and find someplace if you’re that desperate to get screwed, you know, or wait until Sunday when we go to lunch and go back to the guy’s house.”

“Nah, I’m gonna risk it and get screwed on Saturday and Sunday, just like you.”

“Oh, Ruby, please don’t. I’ve got a bad feeling about this, you know.”

“Chill, stop worrying, and don’t forget to text Riley.”

“Sure, I’ll do it now.”

Text sent. Chicken’s doing well. Finish the salad, cut up the bread, then get ready.

My phone pinged. “Good news, Sis. You and Tristan are welcome to come along on Sunday. All you have to do is ask Mum if you can go.”

“Mmm,” she replied, waving her spoon as she munched on a mouth full of cereal, so much for a cooked breakfast.

Mum, carrying four bags full of shopping, hustled into the kitchen and quickly put them down as I took the chicken out of the oven. “So, surprise, surprise, you can cook. Now you can help in the kitchen more often.”

“Gee, thanks, Mum.”

“Mum, can I go to lunch in Freo with Jessica, Riley and Tristan on Sunday?”

“What’s this?”

“Jessica and Riley have a date and asked Tristan and me if we’d like to join them. Is it okay? Pleeease.”

“Okay, but be home by six, the both of you.”

“Thanks, Mum, we will.”

After selecting a short skirt, I thought about not wearing panties or a bra, but Mum would likely be home when Riley called, so I put them on. After all, it doesn’t take long to remove them. It was the thought of teasing and flashing him that appealed to me.

Getting ready to go out with Riley on our picnic, I couldn’t stop worrying about my sister and wanting to have sex in her room, and I wished with all my heart she wouldn’t. But knowing how she likes to push boundaries, I’m sure she will. I had one outrageous idea. I didn’t want to use it. But I was desperate, and I had to. I had to protect her.

Time to call Tristan. “Hi, Tristan. Ruby tells me you’re coming over this afternoon.”

“Yep, she said it’s okay.”

“What’s okay?”

“To have sex in her room if your parents are out.”