but the thing is that edmund spends a lot of time watching his brother and his sister, and he knows when things change. he knows that it doesn't have a damn thing to do with the fact that peter's spending less time in school and more time with dino falcone's gang, which is going to get him in jail if it doesn't get him killed. he doesn't know what changes, but something does, somehow, which is why when cross-country practice is cancelled a couple weeks later and edmund comes home early, he stays quiet instead of calling out after he unlocks the door.
lucy is still at cheer practice, their mother is at her does-it-never-end book club, their father is at work. and there are noises coming from upstairs.
edmund puts down his backpack and his cross-country bag, toes off his shoes, and pads upstairs on sock feet. his and peter's bedroom door is open, just a crack, and edmund peers in.
peter's on his back, susan straddling him, and his hands are big and certain on her hips as he thrusts up into her. they're familiar with each other -- there's no other way to put it. susan puts her head back, gasping, and edmund wants to look away, because this is his brother and his sister, and he shouldn't be -- they shouldn't be --
but he can't look away. he bites down on his knuckle to keep from making any sound, and almost draws blood when peter says something softly, smirking, and susan's distracted enough to gasp and punch him in the shoulder. peter flips them over, and jesus, susan's breasts -- the smooth line of peter's back edmund knows, but he's never seen it like this, beaded with sweat, and jesus christ --
he sees peter's shoulders tense and hears the sound he makes, half a keen and a half a curse, and susan catches his head in both her hands and pulls him down to kiss her. peter slips free of her, kisses his way down the side of her neck, between her breasts, and then his head is between her legs and the noises she's making --
edmund sneaks away down the hall, his cheeks hot and his dick hard, and goes back downstairs. ten minutes later he opens the front door loudly and yells, "hey, i'm home! is there anything to eat?" and peter yells back down, "god, shut up!" and susan adds, "i'm trying to study, ed!"
KEEPING WITH THEME 2/2
lucy is still at cheer practice, their mother is at her does-it-never-end book club, their father is at work. and there are noises coming from upstairs.
edmund puts down his backpack and his cross-country bag, toes off his shoes, and pads upstairs on sock feet. his and peter's bedroom door is open, just a crack, and edmund peers in.
peter's on his back, susan straddling him, and his hands are big and certain on her hips as he thrusts up into her. they're familiar with each other -- there's no other way to put it. susan puts her head back, gasping, and edmund wants to look away, because this is his brother and his sister, and he shouldn't be -- they shouldn't be --
but he can't look away. he bites down on his knuckle to keep from making any sound, and almost draws blood when peter says something softly, smirking, and susan's distracted enough to gasp and punch him in the shoulder. peter flips them over, and jesus, susan's breasts -- the smooth line of peter's back edmund knows, but he's never seen it like this, beaded with sweat, and jesus christ --
he sees peter's shoulders tense and hears the sound he makes, half a keen and a half a curse, and susan catches his head in both her hands and pulls him down to kiss her. peter slips free of her, kisses his way down the side of her neck, between her breasts, and then his head is between her legs and the noises she's making --
edmund sneaks away down the hall, his cheeks hot and his dick hard, and goes back downstairs. ten minutes later he opens the front door loudly and yells, "hey, i'm home! is there anything to eat?" and peter yells back down, "god, shut up!" and susan adds, "i'm trying to study, ed!"
but edmund knows.