I placed a hand on the top of Millies chest, feeling the soft skin rise and fall underneath my palm. I leant forward and kissed her, gently grazing my top lip over her bottom lip. Her mouth parted for me, welcoming me into the affection. Before the kiss could deepen too much, I pulled back. Unable to submit myself to kiss my love when the possible seed of our destruction was merely metres away.

I ran my lips from hers, along the powdered surface of her cheek and up to her ear.

Baby, Max is here. I whispered.

Millie pulled back, looking at me in confusion, a smile still playing across her lips.

What did you say?

I looked down, ashamed to have ruined this night so abruptly.

Max is over there. I said, nodding my head over to where the youngster had been gyrating.

Millie followed my directions and I watched as her eyes found the problem to all our solutions. Her face fell, the warm brown eyes growing dark and pensive. This passive anger was bubbling up inside of her, imminent to boil over. I knew she would never do that, lash out or lose her temper. I did that enough for the both of us.

How did she get in here? Shes not old enough. Millie sighed, still watching her rebellious sister.

Shes kind of wearing your leather trousers. I said carefully, not quite sure why that piece of detail was in any way relevant.

That’s it, no one touches my pants. Except you of course.

I smiled, it was strained but still managed to appear. I always found it funny when Millie said pants instead of trousers. These minor cultural differences amused me greatly. I still couldn’t believe how that word didn’t even exist in the American dictionary.

What you gonna do?

Millie thought about this for a moment, looking at her sister then at me.

I told her this was her last chance, if she gets into anymore trouble then that’s it.

I nodded, knowing Millie was trying her best to discipline her sister. I also knew she would always give in to Max, no matter how many last chances she threatened to give her.

When did you start drinking and sneaking into clubs? I asked.
Millie grinned, looking away shyly. I giggled, jabbing her in the ribs for an answer.

That’s completely irrelevant. she murmured, pushing my hand away playfully.

Come on Mill how old were you?

I persisted with the tickling, Millie wriggled beneath me. Pushing us both dangerously close to falling off the chair.

Stop it, baby please! she squealed, laughing and trying to flock my fondling fingers away.

I grinned devilishly as my hand slipped under her top, Millies ribs and sides were completely at my mercy. We were attracting attention to ourselves again, this time our squeals of joy and giggles were what gave us away.