With my face buried into the blankets of my stage-bed, I was able to pretend my life wasn't completely crashing down around me for at least a moment longer. Who knows, maybe this would go well, I mused. I almost snorted out loud at that; like hell it would.
Not only have I been caught making porn - a life ending moment on its own - but the person who caught me was my own flesh-and-blood brother! I could hear him right now, shuffling uncomfortably on the carpet as I laid here, not knowing what to do. Served him right to feel even a fraction as uncomfortable as I did.
Something he said was bothering me, though. Why exactly did I leave the door unlocked the last couple days? Even before he lived here, I was cautious enough to keep it locked at all times. The key never left my person, and the only time it was unlocked was when I was stepping through the door itself. So why did I suddenly get soft about it?
A knot twisted in my gut. Did I... Did I want to get caught? The thought of Jake walking in with his dorky smile certainly wasn't unappealing, and I guess of all the family we had he'd be the most understanding...
Actually, 'most understanding' was an understatement. If mom and dad ever found out about this, I'd be dead to them. They'd likely come here, tear my life apart, and send me to some scared straight program showing me how horrible the lives of sex workers are. Jake... Well, Jake didn't seem to care, at least not yet anyway.
I sat up on the bed and looked at him. He was distracted for a moment, looking around the room. I let him take his moment, just as he gave me mine, while I gingerly pulled my top closed around me better. Sitting here like this, I was almost decent yet still painfully aware of just how much was on display for him.
I cleared my throat softly once he looked at me again, and he put on a sheepish smile. It reminded me of all the years we spent growing up, and how he'd do something that was kind of silly - and usually stupid - and then give me this smile. I couldn't help but to smile back, the power of nostalgia filling my heart too fully to handle.
We still had to get down to business, though. I had to salvage this, make sure things weren't going to get worse from here.
"Look," I led into it gently, watching him carefully. "I guess you figured it out. But... don't ever call me that name again, ok?"
He tilted his head, blinking a couple times. "That's... that's the first thing you have to say about it?"
I laughed a little, putting my palm to my face. He had a funny way of disarming me, making me unable to stay mad at him. "What do you want me to say? 'Yes. I, your sister, make porn.' Are you happy?" He shrugged, looking at the floor and then back to me. He shuffled uncomfortably, adjusting his position. My eyes glanced down, realizing the problem.
