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Both of them shot their heads in my direction while I stared wide eyed at them. "Shit!" Caramel cussed. Her hand and knees were on the floor and he had been riding her from behind. The image was hilarious, I would have laughed if it was the right time to.

I turned around quickly and left them to get themselves in order. "I'm so sorry. Becca wanted me to get you guys downstairs so you both could help with planning for our parents' arrival." I gulped, explaining to them. "If you'd finish up faster, we will be downstairs." I said and turned to leave. I tried to catch a glimpse of Justine's manhood from the corner of my eyes but failed wholly at that.

I walked out of the bedroom and shut the door behind me. "I thought you said you had closed the door!" I heard Caramel scold him.

"I thought you had closed the door." He retorted in his defense. I shook my head at them and returned downstairs.

Becca was standing with her hand on her waist. Her eyes habitually flew up in my direction. "Where are they?" She wondered why I had come downstairs all by myself.

"They will be here  soon," I smirked, "give them time to finish off with cleaning the bedroom.

She shrugged at my piece of information and went outside to see how well things had been put up.

*

The door knob was twisted and both my parents walked in. "Surprise!" All four of us yelled in their faces.

My mother gave a loud shriek and held on to my dad, who had flinched in response. My mother held her hand to her chest and heaved a sigh of relief. "You almost killed us!" She scolded with a wide smile, adjusting the glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose.

Becca, Caramel and I walked in their direction and spread our hands out at them receiving them both in a long lasting hug.

"You guys really haven't changed in a bit." My father commented. "And look, Justine is here." He acknowledged his presence. Both  my parents loved Justine more than they did any boyfriend we'd ever had.

That was another reminder that I still had no chance when it came to being with the true love of my life. Everyone was so used to him being Caramel's jackpot.

"Welcome back Mr. and Mrs. Reign." He politely waved from where he stood on the dining table.

Sam had never been to my house and none of my family members had met him. He thought it was because I wasn't very proud of him but that was not the case. I didn't want them getting unnecessarily attached to him when he meant nothing but a form  of distraction to me.

"I prepared all your favorite meals! God, it took a lot of energy but it was worth it." Becca beamed, leading them to the dining table like they were first time visitors.

"Where is your stuff?" Caramel pointed out, walking behind them then taking her seat beside them.

"It will be brought in. We had so much to carry that we had to request it was shipped down to the house." My mother said.

"That is interesting. Did you get me the Australian cooking guide like I had requested?" Becca's eyes went wide as she laid her question before them.

"You are an intending nurse Becca, aren't you a little distracted with kitchen activities?" My father teased her, filling his glass with water for his consumption.

"Oh please." She rolled her eyes in mockery at him.

"Yes, we got it." Mother laughed, looking up to Caramel to serve the food. "My goodness, I am famished, I haven't eaten a proper meal in a while. I really missed your cooking." I watched her drool as the bowl of soup was opened for her to consume.

Justine took the last seat on the dining table, all of them leaving me to stand. Our kitchen was specifically designed for a family of five, no extras.

"Let's dive in! I haven't eaten all morning." Caramel rolled her eyes to the back of her head in lust. I thought of the position she  had  been in when I had walked in on them both. It didn't suit her.

Becca and Caramel were the goody shoes in the family. They never seemed like the kind of girls to be involved in sexual activities.

I knew Caramel's relationship was too good to be sex free but I never thought of a picture of her having sex with Justine. All I ever imagined was me in his arms, while he rode me to a future of lust.

I didn't realize I was smiling like a clown until Caramel called my attention, "Ally? Are you okay?"

"Huh?" I wriggled my eyebrows and noticed how everyone had been staring at me. Justine inclusive.

"I'm fine, yeah." I scratched my hair and gave a nervous chuckle.

"There isn't enough space for you to sit and dine. I am so sorry for taking your seat." Justine stood to his feet. He must have thought that was the reason for my distraction.

I was quick to reject his offer. "Oh no, no, I'm totally fine. I'm not even that hungry." I sharply declined his offer.

"No come on, it's fine Ally." He stepped forward, drawing closer to me so he could help me take my seat. The way he called my name made me pause my breathing.

Not in front of the family.

My subconscious kept ringing in my head, reminding me to focus but I was too distracted by the worry he had on his face for me to even care about their presence. For all I cared, they could be in on my feelings.

"No seriously you are the guest here, you should take the seat." I argued, moving backwards a bit. I intentionally missed my step and screamed as I stumbled forward to fall.

Like I expected and wanted so bad, he caught me in his arms. I slung my arms around his neck and ignored the shocked gasp that came from Caramel.