All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 3

Three

Violet

With his cum dripping between my legs and my heart in my throat, Cooper leads me back downstairs. When we don’t see his brothers anywhere inside, he grabs us each a drink from the kitchen and leads us out the back door.

He hasn’t said another word about his brothers. He just dropped that bomb on me, zipped up his pants, and helped me readjust my fairy wings.

That was it.

He just mentioned me hooking up with his brothers like he was telling me he wanted to go see a movie. Like, “Oh, hey, Vi. There’s this new movie out that I really want to go see, and then afterward, we can go to my apartment so you can have sex with my identical brothers.”

Am I in the twilight zone?

Once we’re outside, Cooper pauses and looks around. When he doesn’t see said brothers, he kisses me on the cheek and says, “I’m going to go find them and make sure they don’t kill each other. Be right back.”

I stand there for a moment, trying to make sense of what he proposed upstairs after fucking my brains out, when a familiar voice breaks me out of my trance. “How dare you show up looking hotter than me.”

Spinning around, I find a tall woman with black hair dressed in a black and green latex body suit, tall leather-heeled boots, and black lipstick. “Oh my god, please tell me you’re who I think you are.”

Lil smiles and puts a hand on her hip. “Of course I am. I am the human embodiment of Shego.”

“You look fucking hot, Lil.” She really does. Liliana Campos is the younger sister of Rockwell Campos. He graduated last year after winning the NCAA men’s sand volleyball championship with his boyfriend Clayton Aldrich. And when I say the Campos siblings are beyond good-looking, I’m not fucking kidding. Lil moved here from California over the summer to be closer to her brother and opened her own aesthetician studio just outside of Palm University’s campus. Wanting her to have as much business as possible, Rocky and Clay basically forced every guy they knew on all of the athletic teams to schedule appointments with her. Now, they’re all addicted to getting facials and have more complex skincare routines than I do. Not wanting all of the guys I know to have better skin than I do, I quickly booked an appointment with her, and ten minutes in, the two of us hit it off. She’s now one of the busiest aestheticians in the area and one of the most genuine people I know. “Please tell me there’s a hot Ron in cargo pants walking around here somewhere.”

She tips her head back in laughter. “Dominic’s running around here somewhere.” Dominic is best friends with Emerson Baker and the starting goalie of the hockey team. “Speaking of hot arm candy… The Lewis boys in that face paint and those all-black outfits…” She holds her fingers out, making the “OK” symbol, and winks.

“I know, right.”

“Is that why you look like you just got your brains fucked out?”

If it was anyone else I’d be slightly offended, but I’d expect nothing but bluntness from Liliana Campos. It’s the whole reason I didn’t get bangs at my last hair appointment. “That obvious?”

“That wing has a kink in the bottom of it,” she says, pointing to the bottom of my left wing, which is now sticking out at an odd angle. “Your flower crown is crooked, and I can see the hole in your tights from here.”

“What can I say, the black dress shirt with the buttons undone and the skull makeup got to me.”

“I don’t blame you. The three of them look hot as hell. Girl, could you imagine…” She tips her head back and groans dramatically. “Being in the middle of that triplet sandwich. My god. You can’t even tell which one of them is which.”

I fidget with the damp paper around the untouched beer bottle. Because, no… I can’t imagine. But fuck me, would I like to.