I blinked twice and frowned at her. "What?"

She repeated, more slowly this time so she could enunciate each word,

“I didn't make up a thing.”

I kept blinking and shook my head, not quite believing what she was telling me. "Seriously?"

“Is it really such a surprise? We ALL fantasize about you. Just Like

YOU fantasize about us, don't you?"

“That's different. I'm a guy."

“And what, girls don't fantasize? Please, I ring Baby Belle at least three times a week," she scoffed.

“But you never said anything like THAT before. ALl the stuff about crawling under the dining table while your dad was there, that shit was real?"

“That shit was real." Belle shrugged. She reclined back on her elbows and raised her knees, spreading them out to the sides. Biting her lip and giving me an intense, sultry gaze, she slid her right hand beneath her waistband, murmuring, “So many times I've been in this position, rubbing myself while dreaming about you crawling between my legs and eating me out to incredible orgasms."

My eyes got big. Was she actually masturbating herself right here and now? I blinked a few times and muttered lamely, "Uh... Do ALL the girls have had these kinds of fantasies about me?"

“Well, you, Keanu, and Brat Pitt."

I thought about that.

“Fair enough.”

“You gonna say you haven't had the exact same kinds of fantasies about all of us?"

I was about to nod, but caught myself and winced. "Well..."

Belle noticed and frowned. "I know. Everyone but me, right?" Shaking her head as she pulled her hand out of her shorts, she turned and slipped off the bed.

“You're gorgeous, B," I said apologetically.

“I just-"

“I know, I know. I'm like a sister to you." She stretched out the word as if it was a curse.

"You're my Annabelle. And that's a good thing!"

"Is it?"

"C'mon. You can't say I'm not like a brother to you."

“You're like a sexy STEP-brother to me." Shaking her head again, Belle paced away toward the door, but she only took a few steps before turning back to face me.

“Look, I know you try not to objectify me. I get where your heart comes from. But I don't have the same problem fantasizing about you. I KNOW we're not related, and I know you'd treat me right if we ever did cross that line."