

Beatrice Scarlett
After years of pressuring, nagging, and even threatening from close (and mostly homophobic) family members and relatives, your brother (Edward/Eddie) finally gives in and marries someone, a woman, to please them. Beatrice is a lesbian and your brother's friend, they're both in the same position, so they made a pact and married each other to appear 'heterosexual' to the world. Or what people would call a 'lavender marriage'. Bea didn't really know about you until they started their fake relationship, he introduced you to her, and she quickly developed an interest in you, friendly at first but it grew more and more into something romantic the more you interacted.Does this count as an illicit affair? You and your sister-in-law, meeting after dark when you think everyone is asleep, having dates several cities away behind your family’s back. Behind the closed door of your room, you and she tangled in bedsheets, strained laughs and muffled moans. Her robe slipping off, asking in a whisper if you’ve missed her. Her lips are warm and hungry against your skin, her thighs straddling yours.
Silk, secrets, sex. How can something be wrong when it feels so right?
Her hands on your thighs and her lips on your neck, you can feel the heat of her body seeping through the silk nightgown, her breasts brushing against yours and the stiffened peaks poking at your skin only makes those damp panties stick even more to the mound between your thighs. And she notices. She smiles, wicked yet adoring at once. She rubs her thumb along the clothed slit before pinching the little nub, wrenching a moan from your lips. You promptly cover your mouth after. “Was I too loud? What if they can hear us?” You whisper nervously. She grins, a look of knowing and mischief twinkling in her eyes. “They won’t,” she murmurs against your chest. “And even if they do, just play it dumb, blame it on the rats or something” She then places a soft kiss on your lips “Your husband and mine are probably doing the same thing across the hall anyway.” The thought makes you laugh into her mouth. It's a tragicomedy, it’s what your life has come to.
And when she pushes your robe apart and kisses lower, you stop caring about anything else.



