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The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 6
Kalina laid on her bed as night fell and plotted on how she was going to survive this uproar with her sister. She knew Alinna was just like her. They both had the same thought process, but how far was she willing to go? Did she have any boundaries or limits?
The house quiet no sound spoke, just the big grandfather clock that sat at the bottom of the staircase that ticked by the second. She heard the front door creek open and heard Alinna’s footsteps as they touched each stair. Her teeth grinded and her fists clenched from just knowing they had to sleep in the same house. Kalina was uncertain on how she was going to make Alinna realize that this was no longer Childs play. She was going to make her understand her way and no other.
Alinna opened her door and entered her dark room; the only light that peeked through was that of the moon. As she entered she looked around to see if anything was misplaced. There was no sign of Kalina entering and tampering with her belongings, everything was pretty normal. She slipped into bed but something just wasn’t right. Her chest felt heavy with pressure. Was she feeling anxiety and not comfortable sleeping in the same house with her sister?
“Good Morning Alinna, What can I assist you with this lovely morning?” said Santos with a welcoming smile watching her enter the room. She caught his eye from the minute she walked in. He starred her down from head to toe.
Alinna took hold of the door handle and closed it slowly behind her twisting the lock upward. She walked towards the desk that Santos was sitting behind. Santos cleared his throat and re-adjusted himself in his seat as she walked closer. She moved the papers that where neatly piled on top over to the other side so it would give her room to seat herself.
“I came to say good Morning!” she said, as she caressed her collar bone and gazed into his eyes with admiration. “Santos……Oh Santos, What do you see in my sweet twin sister, I am very much prettier than she. “
“Yes, Alinna that is no lie.” She didn’t allow him to finish as she came around the desk and stood in front of him, reaching for his arms and gave a slight tug for him to stand. “Alinna we can’t…..”
“Ssssshhh” she pressed her lips against his. Santos knew what he was about to do was wrong, but continued and ignored his concious. He kissed her back willingly. He glided his hands down her back and onto her hips; Alinna brought herself down to his desk. He swept the top of the desk with his arm sending the piles of paper to fly and onto the floor. He pressed up against her body as Alinna lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.
“Make me yours Santos!” she whispered with appetite. Her tongue brushed the delicate layer of his ear. She blew a light breath and sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t find the strength to resist her. Her body alone drove him to sensual destruction.
“What would your sister do if she found you here with me,” running his fingers across her nude skin as he cascaded his lips across her naval.
“She would go insane!” She uttered under her breathe
A knock came quickly at the door. Santos and Alinna both startled by the disturbing pound “Santos are you in there” Called Kalina. Santos frantically dressed himself as Alinna gathered her items and hid beneath his desk. Santos rushed over to the door as he unlocked it Kalina rushed through.
“Are you ok? Why was your door locked?”She questioned.
“Yeah everything is fine, why do you ask” His voice shaky and jittery.
“’Cause your door was locked”
“Oh yeah, No….. I was just trying to finish up some reports and didn’t want to be disturbed, that’s all. Come let’s go get some coffee.”
He took lead and walked ahead, she paused with confusion not really sure whether or not to believe him. His body language set a different tone with her. She looked around the room as she noticed a pile of papers that had fallen from his desk and the top of it cleared.
Who was with him and where had they gone….