EroticReverie

"You're a prick." I hissed. 

College was supposed to mean freedom, yet here I was under the watch of my brothers best friends. 

My twin brothers were currently "taking the year off" living in Italy with our relatives. 

Which should have meant even more freedom, but no. If possible, their friends felt like more of a pain in my ass than my own brothers. 

Banks Fiore, Cassius "Kaz" Costa, Trent Romano, and Dominic Rossi, were making damn sure that nobody touched the "Balistreri's Sister". Half the time I felt l didn't even have a name. That's all I ever was. The little sister of Angelo and Andre Balistreri. 

Cassius "Kaz" had just threatened the hot guy that came over to sit next to me in the library, and after making the guy run away like a scolded puppy with his tail between his legs, he took the guys seat and sat down next to me. 

"That guy was a tool." he says , his voice not too loud, but loud enough that it makes a few girls at a table near by giggle. I roll my eyes. The girls here laughed at everything these fucks said or did. All in hopes of catching their attention and getting one step closer to being the one "lucky" enough to make it into one of their beds.  

"Takes one to know one." I whisper as I flick a page in my book and try to go back to studying, but I can't when Kaz is next to me. He just chuckles softly at my response and sits there, watching me. 

"can you stop staring" I whisper as I fidget in my seat and sit up straighter and try to focus.

"I'm not staring." he says and I turn my head, to catch his eyes on me and I pinch my eyes, narrowing them. 

"I'm observing." he says and reaches his hand behind me, resting his arm over the back of my chair, making me sit up even straighter, and scooting forward on my seat so he doesn't touch me. 

"You're being annoying, and distracting me from my work. You need to leave." I say angrily, my lips pinching and I turn my head back to my book.

"So that tool can distract you, but you can't even talk to me for a few minutes, thank me for saving from you from a loser?" he asks and I sigh and slap my hands on my book and turn my head. The amused grin on his lips only makes me angrier. They loved getting under my fucking skin, they loved riling me up.

"I wanted to talk to him. YOU...not so much" I whisper with the most threatening glare I can muster. 

"reowrrr" he mimics and angry cat noise. "Lil kitty has her claws out today" he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Go away Kaz" I say and turn back to my book. 

I grit my teeth when a second later I feel him twirling a lock of my hair in his fingers. 

"Can you not?" I ask without even looking at him this time. 

"Love this hair." he says and I swallow. 

"Stop it." I whisper and lift my shoulder as I lean away. 

Kaz, and the other three knew they were hot. Kaz along with Banks, would not only play watch dog and baby sitter over me, but after a few months they'd started flirting with me , or doing things just to watch me fucking squirm. They took delight in not only making me a social leper by scaring everyone away from me, they also took delight in teasing me. 

I couldn't lie and say I wasn't attracted to any of them, because I was. I just also happened to want to slap the shit out of them at all times as well. 

Trent and Dominic were a bit more serious in their role of "protectors of the Little Balistreri Sister" , they didn't make comments, or find little ways to make shivers go up my spine the way Kaz and Banks did. At least they hadn't yet and I was praying they wouldnt. It was bad enough with Kaz and Banks. 

"Kaz" I whisper. Still not turning my head. "Stop."

I feel him drop the lock of my hair and then a finger brush my arm and I jump at the touch, and look at his finger, held out, a smirk on his face as goosebumps raise along my arm. 

"You're such a dick." I hiss. 

"So jumpy." he teases and then moves his chair closer and reaches his hand to the back of my chair again. I hold my breath as he leans in, and close my eyes trying to will myself not to look at him. Cause he'd be giving me those fucking eyes, the playful come fuck me eyes, that were just a tease, a joke. 

"Kylie" he whispers near my ear through my hair. I let out the breath I'm holding and turn my head away from him.

"Look at me." he murmurs. 

"fuck off." I whisper, turning my head back to my book. 

My breath hitches when I feel his fingers sink into my hair, weaving in it and gripping it and he pulls it back lightly.

I feel my nipples tighten in my bra as the sensation along my scalp runs down my spine. 

"Kaz" I breathe his name. "Stop" I plead in a whisper. 

If my brothers knew what Kaz and Banks did, the ways they touched me sometimes to toy with me, they would most likely fly back here just to beat the piss out of them. But I never told them about Kaz's teasing, or Banks'.  I only complained to them that their friends were over bearing assholes, to which they only found satisfaction in, knowing the guys had been doing what they asked of them.  Another reason I never told...was because I wasnt sure I wanted Kaz or Banks to stop. As much as I hated it, it drove me crazy. 

Encounters like this with Kaz always left me wet and needy, and with nobody to help me tame my libido, except for the toys in my dresser drawer. 

He leans in and his nose brushes against my cheek, and nudges my hair back. 

"What's wrong Kylie?" he whispers and I close my eyes. It was impossible to pretend to be unaffected and I knew those girls across the way were watching, as were the people at the other table directly across from us. 

"Is something wrong sweetheart?" he asks and his breath skates over my neck and I let out a tiny whimper. Cursing myself internally. 

I hear a low faint groan directly after I whimper. 

"fuck." he whispers against my ear. 

"You're all wound up aren't you?" he asks, taunting me. 

"Are we stopping you from getting your release Kylie?" he asks. 

"Are we keeping your bed and between your legs empty of company?" he asks.

I exhale harshly, my hands gripping the sides of my chair now. 

"yes" I grit out. 

"Good." he growls low and deep in my ear. 

"Nobody touches you." he says and my jaw parts as his words vibrate in my ear, making my skin tingle and my toes wiggle in my shoes. 

My heart is beating fast and my breathing is quick, and then my eyes fly open as his hand disappears and his mouth is gone from my ear as he stands up. 

"Have a great afternoon sweetheart" he says and walks away without another single touch, and most likely a cocky little fucking smile on his face.

Fuck him. Fuck all four of them. 

I slam my book shut and gather all my shit and make my way back to the house.

I grit my teeth as I walk up the sidewalk seeing Dominic standing outside with a few girls. 

"Thought you were studying?" he asks and I glare, don't say a word and walk up the steps and slam the front door behind me. 

Right...did I mention that I was only allowed to live outside a dorm room, if it meant I stayed in the house that my brothers shared with them? Just another little thing that made it nearly impossible to get laid. I'd NEVER be able to bring a guy back to my room, hell, I wouldnt even be able to bring a guy to the front lawn. 

"What's up your ass Balistreri?" Trent asks, when he walks out of the kitchen area after hearing the door slam. 

"You. All of you!" I say and throw my bag down with my books and shove past him. 

He gives an annoying chuckle. None of them ever fucking got mad at me or my attitude, they found it amusing to make my life hell apparently. My bad moods only encouraged them, meaning they were doing their job at keeping me fucking celibate. BEYOND celibate, I couldnt even make out with a guy. 

"So I take it Kaz checking up on you didnt go well?" he asks , walking back in. 

Another thing, they all exchanged fucking notes. Had a damn group text, reporting back to each other. Even my brothers were included. And sometimes they'd text me, asking me about why I was alone with a guy in this place or that place, why I was talking to this guy or that guy. It was driving me insane and I was reaching a tipping point. Half ready to suck it up and go share a dorm room with someone I probably wouldnt like, in a tiny little room, with a tiny little bed and shared space with someone who was probably a slob. 

"There she is, our little jezebel." Banks says rounding the corner as I pull out the pitcher of water and set it on the counter.

"Heard you were getting cozy to that Farrell kid in the library you little minx." Banks says. 

I turn, my hair whipping behind me and I just glare at him. Banks loved to insinuate I was some kind of "fast" girl, just because we all knew I was the exact opposite. The only reason I was seen talking to so many different guys, is because they were scaring them all off. So I always had to start over with a new one they'd yet to threaten. 

Banks and Trent were the same height at 6'2", and both standing there, arms crossed, fucking smirking. 

"I hate you. Both of you." I say and turn around and open the cupboard grabbing a glass for my water. 

They just watch as I chug it down and set it on the counter, both of them smirking when I turn around and stare daggers at them with their satisfied smiles looking back at me and the empty glass of water. 

It had been Dominic's doing, and now whenever I came into the house. I drank a glass of water before heading upstairs. The first few weeks of living with them before classes had started. Dominic had noticed that I apparently, didn't drink enough water. When I'd complained of a headache one day he'd growled and went to the kitchen , poured me a giant glass of water, set it down next to my diet coke on the dining room table and demanded me to drink it. 

Normally I wouldnt take orders from him, or any of them. They could tell other people what to do, but not me. However, Dominic kinda scared me. And the way he'd looked at me after slamming the water down, I drank it like a fucking fish. 

I also hated to admit, that he was right. He fed me glasses of water, small ones through the day, shoving them in front of me at random times, knocking on my bedroom door to hand me one, always standing there to make sure I'd finished. But now, after months, it was a habit he'd given me, that honestly...was needed. My constant headaches disappeared, and I felt better overall. The other three of them thought it was amusing everytime I now went and got the water myself.  Like I was a trained puppy. 

Dominic walks in, his two fan girls nowhere to be seen. He looks to the counter at the water pitcher and empty glass and then at me. He doesnt smile like Banks and Trent are, he doesnt rub it in that he's forced a lifestyle change on me. He doesnt gloat that he forced me to learn how to hydrate myself, or make me feel like a child for it. 

"How was your day?" he asks , tossing the mail in his hands onto the small kitchen island.

"Terrible thanks." I say and walk out of the kitchen and snag my bag by the stairs and make my way up to the third floor, where my bedroom is in the attic. It's a finished attic and the biggest bedroom, and apparently it was Dominic's, but he'd moved into one of my brothers rooms on the second floor when they learned I was going to be moving in. I could lie and say it was because he wanted to be nice, but it was just another "Security" detail. 

It was harder to escape in the night from the third floor, the floor up here creaked, and so did the stairs coming down from the attic. And in order to get to the stairs to go to the main floor I had to walk past each of their rooms. It just wasnt worth trying to sneak out. 

I throw my bag on the floor and throw my door shut and order Alexa to shuffle playlist "Two". Which was my "angry" "annoyed" "irritated" "wanted to punch them all in their pretty faces" playlist. 

It was torture living in this house. I couldn't have any guy. I also couldnt have the four hot ones that lived under the same damn roof. My dreams lately, were of the adult variety and included all fucking four of them and it messed with me so much. 

All of them had hard bodies and muscle, Banks fiore was six two, with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a giant back tattoo. Cassius..Kaz...the current reason for my sour mood.. was the shortest, but was still 6'0" to my 5'6". He had dark brown hair a bit longer and dark brown eyes, a tattoo for his grandmother on his bicep, and the most infuriatingly straight white teeth I'd ever seen, he'd had a slight beard when I'd first gotten here, but was now shaving it, keeping it short and scruffy. 

Trent romano was six two, the same as Banks. He had black hair that was always kept neat, it was short on the sides, and only a bit longer on top, and was always clean shaven. With no tattoos, and was probably the "prettiest" of the four. 

Dominic Rossi, though. Jesus.  Dominic was the gentle giant. Yet, also, the very ..scary...gentle giant. He was six foot five, and his skin was a deeper warm olive, and his hair dark black, and had blue eyes, wore his facial hair as stubble, adding to the bad boy look he had to match his tattoos that decorated him everywhere. His hands. His arms. His chest, his neck, his back. His dark hair was longer on top and often a tousled mess, and he was...unfortunately , the closest to my brothers. If I had no chance with any of them, there was not a chance in this lifetime, or the next, that I'd have a shot at climbing Dominic Rossi like a tree. 

I sigh as I lay back in bed and close my eyes and listen to You Don't Own Me by Grace and G Eazy. I sigh and roll over, grabbing my pillow and resting my head, and lay there, just listening to music.