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My chest puffed out in pride, walking through our street with Sirah by my side. I had spied on her all weekend, but Friday night was my favourite. Not only was she wearing my cum on her body and hair, but she came long and hard in her bed.

When I heard her soft gasps of pleasure, I followed suit, cursing the wall between us. Our bedrooms were on the ground floor, and one wall separated us. I was so close to my goal that it was driving me crazy. The long game I played was paying off.

“Where is your office?” she asked when we approached the station.

I glanced down at her. She wore a dark brown coat, and only her camel-coloured skirt and shoes were showing. Her heels gave her a few inches, but she was still much shorter than me. I could tuck her under my arm if I thought I could get away with it.

“In the city. What about you?”

“The same,” she said with a smile. “What a coincidence.”

My brain buzzed with a million responses, but I smiled politely and nodded. I might need to reconsider coming to work with her because being this close to her was a temptation. She needed to be ensnared and coaxed into a cage like a little flight-risk bird.

I released her arm as we approached the barriers. I didn't travel by public transport often and rarely during peak times. Sirah pulled her gloves off, and she had a deep wine colour of nail polish on her fingernails.

This was new, I’d never been turned on by nails before, but when I envisioned them wrapped around my cock I moved my coat over my dick. I reached into my pocket, swiped my card and followed Sirah. My eyes moved up her legs, and all I could do was think about fucking her.

Today was one hundred and twenty-nine days of being aware of her existence. She was divorced and living next door to me. I had her perfect Christmas planned for her, starting from Christmas Eve. Only twenty-one days were left until Christmas Eve, but I didn't want anything to disrupt my plans.

“It’s always so warm down here,” Sirah said as she held her handbag and shrugged out of her coat.

My jaw dropped because she revealed a cream silk blouse with a dipped v-neckline. I’d managed to close my mouth by the time she looked at me.

“You said you had a brother,” she said.

“Brother,” I repeated like a dimwit who had never seen her breasts before. I felt the heat build up around me, and I slipped my coat off and held it in front of my dick. “My brother is older than me.”

It worked, her eyes widened, and she grinned. She didn’t look at where I placed my coat.

“Another coincidence. I have an older brother, but we never really gelled until I hit my teens.”

“Seth lords it over me,” I said with derision dripping from my tone. “He is the family snitch.”

“No, in that sense, we always stood by one another. Perhaps if I had a sister, things might have been different,” she said as the noise of the approaching tube grew louder.

The masses began to shuffle closer, and I automatically placed my arm around Sirah’s back. I couldn't tell if it was my madness or she blushed, but my fingers tightened around her waist to rest on her waistband.

The hordes began to pile into the carriages while I shielded Sirah the best I could to get her inside. The thought of her doing this every day and people touching her didn't sit well with me. We moved to a corner, and I backed her against it so no one could touch her.

When the doors closed and we moved, she wrapped her arm around my waist. I closed my eyes briefly and prayed to every God out there that she wouldn't feel my dick through my coat. She released my waist and was about to move her hand away.

“Don’t. Hold onto me,” I rasped out as I looked into her beautiful, colourful eyes. Her fingers tentatively gripped my waist again, and this time, she blushed.

Twenty-one mother fucking days. I would need to make a few midnight visits to her house to help me get by .

∞∞∞

We walked in silence after we ‘discovered’ we worked in the same building. She seemed to be mulling something over in her mind. When we approached our block, I saw Raymond pull up in front of the office. While I drove to work like a normal person, my brother preferred to be driven. My worst nightmare was here, and my twin sixth sense tingled an alert. Seth got out of the car, and I breathed easy when he began to walk towards the office.

He was about four strides in when he paused and swivelled around. The bastard began to scan the area until his eyes locked onto mine. He glanced at Sirah for a few seconds before an evil grin appeared on his face. I hoped he could read my mind and appreciate the creative obscenities I aimed at him.

“Oh my god, you have an identical twin? There are two of you,” Sirah exclaimed, glancing to and fro between us as we drew closer.

“Good morning, you two,” Seth said with a smirk.

I glared at him with a promise of pain and certain death if he didn’t behave.

“Sirah, this is my brother, Seth,” I said with a tight smile, but my mouth became dry, and my heart began to pound against my chest. “Seth, this is my new neighbour, Sirah.”

“A new neighbour, how delightful. It ’ s a pleasure to meet you, Sirah,” he said as he held out his hand.

I sighed in relief as Seth began to chat with Sirah because it was all benign small talk. He didn’t make a single sly dig at me.

∞∞∞

Sirah gave me a little wave before she got off the elevator, and I felt a little glum as her bright smile vanished. I felt worse when Seth faced me. Sirah was fascinated by us, and her eyes had flicked between us like a tennis ball in the finals at Wimbledon.

“Spill it,” Seth said, but I glanced at the people in the lift and shook my head.

“My office,” I grated out before I tried to distract him. “How’s Kat’s morning sickness?”

“It seems to be easing off, thank God,” he said with a frown. “Pregnancy is rough on a woman. I took it all for granted before experiencing it through Katya.”

I thought about Sirah’s birth control pills that I switched out.

“How rough is it?” I asked, worried if Sirah would become ill like Kat.

He stared at me for a few beats before he answered.

“You're really serious about her, aren't you?”

“Duh,” I muttered, not my best comeback, but this morning had not been good for my equilibrium. The only plus was spending time with the woman I had been obsessed with for the past one hundred and twenty-nine days.

“If I were you, I would buy a few books to prepare yourself. How did you manage to become her neighbour?” he asked as we stepped out of the lift.

I smiled. “Wouldn't you like to know?”

“I would. That's why I asked you, dumbass.”

I chuckled as the stress of him blowing my cover was over.

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