Here is part 7 of High School Harem. It took a little longer than expected, and I'm sorry for that. I hope you all enjoy reading. As usual, your feedback is much appreciated.
And for those of you asking. Don't worry, it will eventually get back to the high school part of High School Harem. I couldn't very well tell a story set during high school and not have a winter break. And what does just about everyone do during their winter breaks? They go home to see family, though obviously this guy's family visit goes a little differently than most people's. I didn't really mean for the title to suggest that the story takes place entirely in a high school, honestly I just thought the name sounded catchy.
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It was past midnight, I walked through the dark house in a daze. My older sister had just caught me in the garage getting a blowjob from our mother. The look on her face when she saw us was one shock and horror, then she just ran back into the house. How could she not be horrified? It's not everyday that you see your mother sucking your younger brother's dick. And all this was after my sister had finally learned the truth about the incident at my old school, what would she think now? I mean, shit, that was the kinda stuff that could scar someone for life. How could I ever live with myself knowing I'd scarred my own sister for life?
I continued slowly through the house, expecting a very unpleasant run-in with my sister. I timidly approached the staircase leading up to mine and my sister's rooms, I just knew she had to be waiting at the top. I was scared and I didn't even know exactly what I was afraid of. After all, my sister was by no means a violent person, so I had no cause to fear anything like that. I guess when you boil it all down, I was just afraid of what she might say. I hesitantly mounted each step as though it could be my last. But alas, when I reached the top, my sister was nowhere in sight. In fact, I could just make out through the darkness that my sister's door at the end of the hall was shut and her light turned off. So I quickly went into my room and shut the door behind me. I let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto my bed. I was in the clear... for now.
I barely slept that night, I just sat up most of the night worrying and questioning myself. What the hell was I thinking, doing that shit with mom while my sister was home? Better yet, what the hell was I thinking when I got involved with mom like that in the first place? Oh yeah, that's my problem: I don't think, I just do things. And then when the shit hits the fan, I have the audacity to question it. Because not only am I significantly fucked up, I'm a bit of an idiot as well. I find it funny how I start out with the best of intentions in mind, but I seem to always find some way to fuck it up. Okay, so maybe I do think, I just don't heed myself, until it's too late that is. Noble in thought, weak in action. For example, I knew I should've never come back home.
When I did fall asleep, it wasn't for long and was restless. I woke up around 8 in the morning and all told I'd only gotten around 4 hours of restless sleep. I sat up in my bed, feeling much the same way I'd felt before going to sleep. I had to piss, but I was afraid to leave my room and risk running into Ashley. However my need to urinate overrode my fear, so I got up and made my way to the door. I listened for a moment and didn't hear anything out in the hall. I quietly and carefully opened my door to peek out, I let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that Ash's door was shut and the light off which I took to mean she hadn't woken up yet, so I silently crossed the hall into the bathroom to relieve myself. Afterwards, I snuck back into my room and shut the door behind me. I let out another sigh of relief, I was in the clear once again. How pathetic, I thought, scared of my own sister.
I couldn't hide in my bedroom the whole day, I knew eventually I'd have to come out and face my sister. She would want answers and there was no way she'd wait for very long. My first instinct was to run, hop in my car and just get the hell out of there. Or I could man up and face my problems, take responsibility for my actions. I had a tough decision to make and I weighed my options. However, just as I began to list pros and cons, my decision was made for me. I heard several knocks on my door along with my sister's voice calling out.
"Hey, Alan, you in there? Open up!" Ash called.
Well, fuck...
"Come in." I said, resigned.
There was no escape, there seldom was when I found myself in these situations. You'd think I would've learned that by now.
The door open and in walked my sister. My mind immediately went into overdrive trying to read the situation. She didn't look angry, so that's a plus, but she didn't exactly look happy either. Ashley just walked over towards me and stood at the foot of my bed. She looked calm, cool, and collected; meanwhile I was practically panicking. Clearly she was more prepared for this than I was. The whole world seemed to stop turning and everything fell silent as she looked me dead in the eyes. The air was so thick with tension that not even a knife could cut it, though I must've been the only one who sensed it because again my sister just looked weirdly relaxed, which I suppose was even scarier. It was almost as if we were locked in a staring contest, waiting to see which of us would break first, luckily I was very good at not saying anything. But it was excruciating nonetheless.
"So..." my sister finally started, breaking the painful silence.
I perked up as she spoke, still fearing what she might say.
"I guess you forgot to mention you'd hooked up with the headmistress too..." she said, still calm as ever.
There it was, she wasted no time. Though, her choice of words did strike me as a little odd.
"I'm sorry, sis. I don't know what I was thinking. She just started seducing me and I couldn't help it. It's like I couldn't control my own body." I said, trying desperately to justify it.
"Relax, bro. I'm hardly mad at you and I'm not judging you either. I mean, let's be honest, mom is pretty fucking hot. And she eats pussy like nobody's business." Ashley said with a smile.
Wait a minute, what the fuck? This was so not the interaction I was expecting. And that last comment she made, what the hell did that mean? Our mom eats pussy? What?
A million questions rattled around through my brain.
"Oh come on, what's with the weird look? I swear lil bro, you act like you're the only one in the world who does fucked up shit. I've been hooking up with mom pretty much anytime I come home from college. And I certainly don't spend as much time beating myself up over it like you do, you gotta stop with this whole martyr thing you got going on, lil bro. Life's too short for that shit." Ashley began speaking as she sat down on the edge of my bed.
I was shocked, but I still listened intently.
"While I'm on the topic, another thing that didn't sit right with me, you were just so quick to forgive me for treating you like shit for so long. I'm guessing you partially felt that you deserved it? Because you're a little fucked up? So what, who isn't? From what I hear, you forgave mom just as easily. Bro, we treated you like you were some kind of monster because you were falsely accused of raping that girl. Now, I'm not saying I'm not thankful for your forgiveness, but you need to understand that you did not deserve that. Yeah, hooking up with your mother is wrong, but it's hardly anywhere near as bad as rape." Ashley continued.
Ashley finished her little speech and offered a reassuring smile to let me know she was sincere. Honestly, I didn't know what shocked me more: That she'd apparently been with mom as well? Or that she was able to see right through me so easily?
