Steven
Once away from Kitten and in my room, I downed the rest of the whiskey, about a half pint I figured, enough to keep my parasite in the driver's seat. Leaning against my kitchenette counter, I remembered how it wasn't that long ago that I didn't even like the taste of alcohol. Less than five minutes later, I was in the shower with a cold beer and other things on my mind.
"Oh my fuck, you used Martina and Lacey every which way but Sunday."
"I figured I'd let them do Sunday with each other."
"I couldn't believe Kitten."
"Why? She's just like we are."
"I know, that's what I couldn't believe."
Look, you might wanna start thinking about that. What you used to see as extreme is pretty realistic for us, given our sex drive and what we like."
"What
you
like."
"You liked watching her get ganged as much as I did."
"Fuck... I hope she's okay with it once she sobers up."
"I got a feeling she will be one way or another."
"How's that?"
"Just a hunch. You know, she's more mine than yours when she's drinking."
"That's stupid."
"Not at all. If both you and Kitten quit drinking, you and all your almighty morals and inhibitions would be back in charge, same as her. Neither of you would know what to do with each other because the real attraction is between me and your other cousin. See?"
" ... Yes..."
"In fact, you two would probably never even see each other again over what happened at the hotel."
" ... So, what's your fuckin' point?" I asked myself.
"Nothing, I'm just saying."
"Well, I'm just saying,
shut
up
."
"What's your problem? Thanks to me, we got both Mum and Kitten dealt with. I'd think you'd be happy, but if you're just gonna bitch about it, allow me to point out that it took me less than twelve hours to do it after it took you... how many days to do exactly nothing?"
"If you think either Mum or Kitten are
dealt
with, you'd best think again."
"Tell me it isn't two giant strides in the right direction," my parasite challenged in reply. "Furthermore, I've satisfied Ashleigh's demands. Kitten is now aware of her nature, and now our long lost and mysterious aunt no longer has any excuse for keeping us in the dark about what she knows. If I were you, I'd be expecting another family meeting soon."
" ... I'll give you that."
"Damned right."
"Just keep in mind that sometimes giant strides come at a cost," I grimly reminded. "In particular, I'm wondering how long it'll be before Kitten finds out how she got kick-started, then puts two and two together to figure out how it could have happened to me."
"Let Ashleigh explain it."
"That won't change her reaction."
"Look, you need to accept that sometimes there's just nothing you can do and have some faith that you'll be able to deal and that things will work out. Trust me, alright?"
"Can we just go to bed?" I wearily sighed.
"I wanna stay in here a little longer. So nice and warm."
"Just till the beer's gone, then bed."
"Deal."
I said no more about it, thinking instead of a new and uncertain future with Kitten. The four of us. Six, if you count Mum. Good god.
This was more or less the thought in mind when I distractedly walked into my bedroom after I'd dried off, towel wrapped around my waist and screaming,
"Baaaaaa-fuuuuuckk!!"
when I was greeted by the unexpected sight of Kitten in my bed. Stanley the cat, who'd been curled up between her tits as she pet him, bolted in a frenzied panic as she jumped a foot and screamed in return. This is when I realized that, in fact, it wasn't Kitten, but Sheila, causing me to yell again.
"What the
fuck!?"
I begged when we were done, holding on to the doorframe as she lay with her hand covering her eyes, chest heaving with the fright I'd given her.
Once she was over it, she explained in a patient, level voice, "I thought I'd surprise you."
"Wh- Well, how'd you even get in?" I demanded, trying to catch my breath.
"I picked the lock and, oh my god, you're as paranoid as your
mother!"
"Picked-? ... Jesus, what do you mean you picked my lock? Who... who
does
that?"
"I do. And how else was I going to get in after you
locked
it?"
At this, she removed her hand from her eyes and looked at me as though I ought to know better. Sitting up, the sheets fell away to reveal the low cut, skimpy white lace nightie she wore. 'She looked awesome' was a blinding understatement, even with her black eye, but to break into my apartment? Really?
"O-kay," I allowed as she reached for a glass of white wine on my nightstand. "So, what's happening?"
"Nothing, I just thought we'd hang out and talk about the meeting. Where've you been anyway?"
Dropping to a seat on the foot of the bed with my back to her, I wondered what Kitten would think if she knew about this little visit as I rubbed my eyes and replied, "Out proving a point. What's been going on here? Apart from you breaking into my apartment, I mean."
"Oh, stop it, I didn't even snoop around. I like you, remember? (Giggle!)"
"Oh boy."
"Like I said, I just wanted to hang out and chat. And... maybe some sex?"
"Just because Ashleigh told Mum and Kitten that was okay doesn't totally mean it's okay, y'know."
"As far as I'm concerned, it was okay before she said that. Hell, if Kathy can have you, I sure as hell can. I still can't believe what a hypocritical bitch she's being."
"How do you feel about Kitten?"
"You mean since the fight, or the meeting?" Sheila asked.
I turned around, putting my feet up to sit Indian style on the bed as I answered, "Both. You two seemed to get pretty friendly."
"Don't mistake that for anything it isn't, kid. I'm a sexual deviant and so is she, that's it. As for the fight, I won."
"She told me you said you'd make me forget all about her."
" ... Uh, well I kinda did say that," she admitted with a quiet, sorry smile of deceptive innocence. "I was only trying to get her going,"
"Well... I'm getting closer to her. Quite close, actually."