Ruth was aware of how Makayla might feel towards her. That night she’d had the Olympian eating out of her hands as she stroked her ego and told her how cold Evan could be but after the hazy lust had worn off and her little sister had barged into her own room and pulled out the sad act, Mak had turned on her. And it had been a great fuck. Not one that Ruth was going to write home about but it wasn’t horrible. She’d used weaker men for much worse and briefer gains. But it didn’t mean that she didn’t recall the power she’d had over Mak in those moments, coaxing her in with false bashfulness, fluttering eyelashes and a few muscle touches. Women could be just as weak as men.
“Moose doesn’t like my cuddles. Which is fine.” She shrugged her shoulders and kept her attention on Makayla. Evan was straight about ready to kick out the back of her knees and use her as a walkway for them to leave the room on. And then when Mak prompted them both, Ruth leant against the sofa. “We can swear somewhere else if you ask really nicely.” Ruth’s voice dropped and her eyes were dangerous. It was clear it was a joke…a joke in bad taste by any measure but despite the attempt at humour, Evan had begun to seethe next to them.
“Get fucked, Ruth. Hopefully by a really sharp…”
“Sounds like a wonderful idea, Makayla!” Bonnie’s voice interjected the slowly simmering remarks slipping from Evan’s mouth. Her mother was beaming at them all from the kitchen, a tea towel in her hands as she set the glass of water on the counter for Mak. “Go unpack and show our guest where everything is and then I’m sure your father will be done pottering around. He’ll be so excited to see you, Makayla. He’s a big fan! But he can never just abandon a job that man. As stubborn as his daughters.” Her eyes were kind as she turned away once more and began to pull bowls of food from the large fridge.
Evan’s teeth clamped and she stared at her sister. “If you say one more shitty thing, i’ll be force-feeding you dinner through a straw.” She hissed before squeezing Mak’s shoulder. “Come on, we’ll go get our stuff from the car.” Her voice was calmer as she addressed Mak but her shoulders were still squared. Turning away, she headed back through the front door and headed for the car. Moose hopped up and followed after, his big tail swishing. The outer building slash barn was not far from the main home and Evan carried all the bags she could toward it, the anger at her sister unlocking a stubborn and superior strength.
As she pulled open the door, it creaked loudly and Moose slipped joyfully inside and hopped up onto the heavy, fur cover on the large bed. “So…this is my little slice of privacy.” She said as she dropped their bags. For a barn, it had clearly been done up fairly well. The floor was laminate wood and had a bedroom space and a singular other room off to the side, complete with a tiny bathroom and washroom. Behind the bed, a ladder led up to the rafters and a ledge. “Dad felt bad for me because Ruth would dominate our bedroom and lock me out of the bathroom. So he spent most of an autumn with a few buddies sorting all this.” She stroked Moose’s head and then turned to Mak.
Sighing, she slipped her hands beneath her shirt and rested her palms flat on her toned stomach. “I hate her. And I might kill her over dinner but my mom would cry so I can’t…” She sighed again and dug her nails in ever so slightly. “Couldn’t you do it? No, your heart is too good for that and you’ve got so much to lose…” She lifted a hand and softly brushed Mak’s hair back off her face. “Can’t you even have one little drink? I want you to relax. You’re in the best form ever.”
Makayla was amused by the fact that even Moose picked up on Ruth’s vibe. The dog never budged a muscle, merely looking at the woman with disinterest. It made the swimmer snicker with amusement. She was willing to bet Evan was pleased. Ruth’s joke only made the temperature in the room rise and causing Mak to shift uncomfortably in her seat. Boy was she starting to regret being fooled. Their mother’s sudden appearance in the room deescalated the situation in efficient timing. Suddenly, she was extremely thankful there was someone in the room that understood these two dynamics better than she could. If anything, she would probably run to Bonnie for help navigating this daunting task.
The last thing Makayla wanted was to be left alone with them two. There was something rather awkward about knowing she had fucked them both. Primarily, the whole, adopted sister’s thing, but also the brief conversation she exchanged with Ruth prior to them jumping to bed. Ruth had exploited every weakness of hers, and truthfully, made her realize what she wanted from Evan. Though it had been a show, Ruth had given her a hell of a time, and made her feel like everything was unique to just them. Mak hadn’t realized how much she wanted that with Ev until that very moment. All it took was royally fucking up to admit what she needed. To finally work towards an actual relationship with the hockey player.
“A big fan? Oh, just wait, I bet I can spill a lot of secrets about his favorite Olympians. We all stayed in the village together the whole time, so I have a lot of fun stories.” Just thinking about the Olympics was enough to perk the swimmer up. She had the best time in Rio, and honestly, swam some of her best times to date. She couldn’t believe how long ago that had been. “I figured they got that trait somehow. But no worries, I can absolutely bring that conversation to the dinner table.” Mak was willing to bet it would help drown out the...sisterly love. With a pointed glare towards Ruth, the swimmer followed her girlfriend out, noting that the tension in the other hadn’t faltered. Mak had never interacted with siblings much, but she was sure they weren’t supposed to interact like that.
Normally, the silence between both Mak and Evan was comforting, but given what had previous transpired, fear was starting to blister up. Makayla hadn’t done anything, barely even spoken to Ruth, much less looked at her. What if their issues popped up again, right as they thought they had it all figured out? The swimmer couldn’t stomach the thought of losing the other female again. But once inside the barn, Mak’s fears slowly eased, dark eyes peering around the walls of the place. It was interesting to see how different this room was from hers back where they lived. This one contained a more teen-like vibe, probably from lack of redecorating. She found it entertaining to see the different sides of her girlfriend. “I like it. It’s like your own little home.” She dropped some of the bags they had picked up, making her way over to get a closer look at some photos hanging up on the wall. Her free hand reached down to ruffle through Moose’s fur.
At the explanation for a private room, Makayla’s face scrunched with disdain, her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. Of course. Leave it to Ruth to be a dick in her former years, too. “That really doesn’t surprise me. It seems to me like she has an issue with you getting anything in life. Has she always been that way? Or did something happen that fucked her up? I don’t get it...” And she really didn’t. As much as Mak pretended to be a badass when she first met Evan, she truly didn’t have a bad bone in her body, couldn’t even steal any candy bars like her other youth friends. She truly didn’t get the mindset. Her eyebrow raised when Ev’s palm flattened against her stomach, cheeky smile shining through. Mak loved how touchy the other female could get sometimes.
“Yeah, let’s not upset your mom. She’s too precious to endure that grief.” Although, how Bonnie actually tolerated Ruth with love was beyond Mak. At her suggestion, the swimmer chuckled, genuinely contemplating the thought of such a favor. But...Evan was right. Mak would be devastated if she was stripped of her precious medals. “You’re right. The Olympic Committee wouldn’t be too keen on that.” She sighed as if devastated by the realization. “My best form?” She questioned teasingly, her arms sliding easily around the other’s neck, but she knew what Evan meant. Mak’s body improved closer to competition time - all thanks to her dad’s endless training structure. “You’re right, but with the competition so close...” The swimmer trailed off with a gentle bite of her own lip. God knows she wouldn’t be able to withstand their bickering without a drink. “Okay, just one. After that, I’m calling it quits. I can’t risk it affecting my head.”
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