She did touch herself as soon as he fell asleep. She had to. She couldn’t get the image of Julius’s lean body propped against the bathroom wall, jacking off out of her head. She stayed turned away from him, lying on her stomach and ran her fingers between her legs. She even pulled her hand out once to look at her fingers through the blinking light. It wasn’t blood. She was just wet. She was drenched. Her clitoris throbbed, and something unversed was building.
Julius looked over when her breathing became erratic. He saw her hips moving and could tell where her hand was. His cock instantly reacted. She was fucking masturbating. Fuck. He couldn’t take his eyes from her any more than she could take hers from him. Shit. He wanted to reach over and make her cum. He turned his eyes away. He couldn’t watch this, this was wrong. That lasted about two seconds. He heard a small whimper as her hips thrust inward and steadied on her fingers. She just fucking had an orgasm laying inches from him. What the fuck?
The following morning was awkward for them both. They avoided eye contact at all costs. Aquilla read a lot, even though she had just finished the book the day before. She started it over. Maybe she would catch something she hadn’t before. She needed to occupy her mind as did Julius. He messed around on his laptop, and although they both tried like hell, their eyes did meet on several occasions.
“What are you typing?” she asked when he was still pecking away at the keys as she crawled into bed after her not so hot shower.
“Nothing, I’m done,” he said, closing the laptop.
“You’ve been typing nothing for hours?”
“It’s just kind of like a journal, I guess. I haven’t written in it for a while.”
She giggled. “Julius Chavez keeps a diary?”
He snickered too. “If you breathe one word of that to anyone, I will have to cut your tongue off or something,” he threatened.
Julius had to relieve himself again that night when he woke up to his right hand on her breast. He pretended to stay asleep, loving the feel of her perky young breast beneath his hand. He abruptly moved it when his thumb brushed her erect nipple on its own accord.
Aquilla too pretended to stay asleep as she shamelessly enjoyed the feel of his hand on her body. She didn’t want him to move it. She wanted more, and yet, she didn’t. What the hell was happening between them? Something was going on. She knew it. She felt it. He knew it. He felt it.
Julius was never so happy to get that call. He was to take Aquilla to Jamelia Lei, a small island just north of Anguilla. Their father had acquired a new home, and they could finally get out of the claustrophobic hotel. Romano talked to Aquilla, telling her how much she was going to love her new house, and although it wasn’t right on the beach like the last one, it was fairly close. Aquilla didn’t care anymore. She needed to get out of there and away from her BROTHER.
Aquilla had learned something new about her body, and it was killing Julius. He had to watch her please herself quietly during the night five more times before they got out of there. Of course, he had to relieve himself from the horrific events…every fucking time.
Aquilla never saw him again. He had fixed the bathroom door when he watched through the crack one night after her shower. She was rubbing herself and just had to go and prop her foot on the toilet seat and slide her fingers inside her pussy as she came. He wasn’t about to have to be tortured with that again.
Aquilla did like the new house. However, she wasn’t happy about her new caretaker, Hila. She was 14. She didn’t need someone trailing after her all the time. Hila would sleep right across the hall from her. Julius would sleep right next door.
"I thought you might want this," Julius said, handing her the doll that he had bought for her when she was a little girl.
"I thought I forgot it," she exclaimed, taking the doll.
"Ah, I see you have the same ugly painting as me," he recognized, looking at the identical ocean painting that hung over both their beds.
"I love that painting," she said, turning to the portrait with the water lapping out over a white sandy beach, framed in thick dark wood.
"I don’t, mine is coming down immediately," he assured her. It didn’t come down, and he suddenly really hated it when he tried to take it off the wall, discovering something bad, really bad. It was sure to get him into trouble. He tried to remove the ocean scene from the wall over his bed. It wasn’t hung on the wall. It was irremovable. It was set like a window and attached to the painting over Aquilla’s bed. When he slid the little lever on the frame, the waves opened up like venetian blinds. He could see her putting her clothes away. He left the tiny vent open and went to Aquilla’s room to ask a dumb question. You couldn’t tell her waves had been opened at all. Fuck, this wasn’t good. This was bad, this was real fucking bad.
Aquilla ran to her father when he arrived later that night. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed him. He had never been gone that long before. He, of course, embraced her, closing his eyes and relishing his baby girl. He had missed her, too.
"Do you like your room?" he asked, kissing her head.
"Yes, but I don’t like Hila. I don’t need her, father," she complained.
"Yes you do. Julius and I are going to be busy for awhile. She’s nice, give her a chance."
Aquilla normally would have argued, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to upset him. She had missed him and was glad to be out of that hotel with Julius and into the ten thousand square foot home. She needed the space.
Romano shook Julius’s hand next, happy to see his son as well, and thanking him for taking such great care of Aquilla, not that he expected anything less. He knew she was in good hands with him.
"Please tell me you have a shipment coming," Julius begged.
Aquilla questionably looked at them both, when Romano laughed.
"A little frustrated?" he asked.
"That’s an understatement," he assured him.
"Two weeks," he replied. "Come on, let’s eat," he added, leading his children to the massive dining room.
Aquilla was pissed. She had just gotten there, and Hila was waking her early the next morning for breakfast. Her new teacher would be there right after. Her father wanted her to get right back to her studies; she had a lot of catching up to do. She didn’t like the new teacher either. She did, however, like her new music teacher. He taught her how to play the flute like a professional composer. She could play the most dramatic composition. She loved playing the flute more than anything she had ever tried.
Julius was extremely happy when the four new girls finally arrived two weeks later. He was fucking every last one of them and the new guy, Latium, was just going to have to wait. He would train all four of them. He didn’t need any help. He had over a month’s worth of stress to relieve. He did too. He spent the entire five days that they were there in the north wing, avoiding Aquilla at all costs. He didn’t see her the entire week, except for the times that he couldn’t help but watch her through the slits of the ocean scene over his bed.
He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stop. He knew when she would be exiting her bathroom after her shower every night. He also knew her body probably better than she did. He watched it blossom every night. He had even begged his father to move to a downstairs bedroom where he slept. He didn’t have a good reason. He surely couldn’t tell him that he couldn’t resist the urge to stare at his naked daughter. Romano refused his request, he felt safer with Julius close to her.