The wrong brother

Lauren pov,

I thought the sound of the waves outside my window would be enough to soothe the burning fire inside of me–but I was wrong. Coming to Greece had always been my getaway plan for me and my husband, but now I was standing in my hotel room alone.

The air was laced with salt and heat, the promise of a home away from home, but mine had cancelled at the last minute.

The hotel room was quiet, too quiet–I felt the impact against my chest. I shifted unto the edge of the bed, my laptop already propped open in front of me, as my fingers hovered over the track pad–I won't lie, I hesitated a bit before pressing play.

The video began with low moans, filtering through the speaker. I exhaled slowly before leaning back against the headboard. At first, I told myself that I was just doing it out of curiousity– I wanted to know how it felt to be touched again, trying to distract myself for a few seconds. But the more I watched, the more my mind betrayed me.

I tried imagining my husband's hands on me–trying to recall the last time he made me feel like a real woman, but I guess my brain couldn't grasp any, because he hadn't touched me in months, nor have he looked at me with any desire. The ache in between my thighs now wasn't about him at all, but still the guilt stung me sharper as the ladies moan grew louder with every thrust she was receiveing– and for a moment there, I couldn't help but wish I was her at that moment.

My fingers slipped beneath my pants, which were underneath the waist bands of my shorts. I moved slowly, desperate to feel something–like closeness. I felt a wimp escape my lips as I clung to the fantasy of having my husband here with me, even though I knew deep down my feelings were already shallow.

"Lauren?"

My best friend's voice snapped me out of it. My heart skipped as I slammed the laptop shut just as the door got closed behind her.

"Oh–my–God–" Vivian froze by the doorway, then she broke into a mockery laugh, which made me ache a bit.

"You've got to be kidding me." she whispered, placing her thumb over her brows.

I yanked the blanket over my lap as I felt my face boil up from shyness. "Don't you knock?"

""I did–" she pouted, "But it seemed you were too far gone to hear any of it."

"But seriously, Lauren, you are watching porn. On a vacation. Alone. Really?" she grinned, her ears stretched as her eyes gleamed with her persuasive wicked delight.

"And here I was thinking this trip was going to be a sunny getaway for a bunch of cocktails and bad decisions together."

"Shut up, Vivian.. " I muttered, burying my face into my hands. "This is already so humiliating."

Vivian strolled over to the bed before flopping