*Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen and older. No underage characters are present in the story or put into suggestive situations. Thank you for reading and enjoy chapter two of this story.*
My head was swirling around like a drain swallowing up water in a sink. The AC was blasting out at seventy degrees, making me shiver slightly in my room. My mind was racing with thoughts about what had just happened a mere twenty feet away from where I lay. The seductive imagery of a woman, spreading her legs on a bed, before sinking in her fingers into a moist embrace. The taboo nature of her own imagination, which must have been about me, considering my name was moaned out as we both reached our climax. Finally, the aftermath of what I will do about it all. Do I find my sister sexy? Well, must be since the sticky residue in my hand is hard to ignore. Even after cleaning, can still feel a shadow hint of my own semen. Do I like my sister? That is a more complicated question. I have never dated anyone before, nor have I have had a large crush. The entire situation is, for lack of a better phrase, a shit show.
I sighed to myself, realizing during my self-isolation from the family, the moon had rose to a substantial height. I cursed at myself for not taking even a moment to try and eat something. I tried to leave my room, only to be stopped when my hand pulled the door open. Wolfie was walking towards her room, yawning with a bag of Doritos in her arm. When her eyes focused on me, she tilted her head slightly to the side, fixing her glasses that she wore on the daily due to her father's poor genetics. I forgot my emotions were still in high gear, meaning my facials were pretty telling of something is amiss.
"You cool, bro?" She did not wait for an answer, approaching me while opening the bag of chips with her hands. The same hands that were in something else hours prior. I found it a little gross, but also extremely intriguing over how it must taste. I shook my head, a little too much so, for thinking of those thoughts.
"I-I'm okay, Wolf. Just a little tired is all." I started to try and move past her, only for her to start walking backwards with me. She ate a chip without losing her gaze onto me.
"You are a terrible liar, Jamie. Whatever, just make sure you are awake tomorrow. You promised to test my game. Not just little mechanics anymore, the actual title." She ate another chip, making me look at her lips. They were slightly on the smaller side, as they barely were able to eat a full-size Dorito in one go.
"I know, Wolf. I will be ready for you." I slightly felt heat for some reason saying that. This whole ordeal is shifting my mindset in ways I do not think I need at this moment. "Night." I quickly finished the conversation, heading downstairs to hopefully clear my head over some dinner. Hearing her door close behind me provided me some relief, knowing I would not be tempted to look again. To be who I want to be, I must keep myself focused on my goals. Those goals don't include having sexual relations anytime soon. Especially with my own family at that.
Seems like a higher power isn't ready to give up on those type of goals though, as I turned the corner into the kitchen, only to be greeted by a sight of what usually is only romantic. However, due to the recent events that have preceded this moment, it is oddly erotic to me. My mother was sat up onto the counter, her legs wrapped around Isabella who stood in front of her. Her hands wrapped around the back of Bell, with Bell's hands doing the same, pulling them close as they can be. Tiny, muffled moans can be heard, alongside noises that say they were in the middle of a make-out session. Their lips locked on and off, allowing mother's tongue to enter Bell's mouth slowly, enjoying the taste of her saliva. Despite all their clothes being on, the whole thing felt sexually charged to the point of if one started stripping, the floor would be covered in their clothes. Before they notice me, I had to make a move that would make me not seem like a perverted son. I swiftly turned on all the lights, causing the kitchen to brighten up like a party being shut down. Their eyes flickered for a moment, before turning to me.
"James!" Isabella backed up from Marci, causing a big sigh to escape mother's slightly moist lips.
"You couldn't wait like, another ten minutes for a glass of water?" Marci hopped off the counter after saying that, stretching her back out.
"I still haven't eaten, mom. Think that matters more to me than your love life." My voice was cold, hoping to gloss over the fact I was watching for a little bit longer than a few seconds.
"Well, turn off the lights when you're done." With that closing remark, she grabbed Isabella's hand, dragging her into the bedroom to assumingly have sex. It pained me to even think this, but a part of me wanted to not turn on the lights. To be able to see where it would have led to if my arrival was just a bit delayed. In a hazy state, I made myself some ramen with sausage, a rather common dish my mom used to feed me when I was growing up. Cook the ramen, cut up the sausage, cook it in a separate pan, then after adding your seasoning to the ramen, you mix in the sausage. Growing up poor will sometimes shift your perspective on what comfort food is. Sometimes this meal can be even tastier than a steak if you're hungry enough. Although, after an experimental meal I tried because I watched the movie
Parasite
, I realized how great steak can be in ramen as well. After cleaning up after myself, I took my food to my room. Wolfie's door was closed so I didn't have to worry about unavoidable peaking.
I sat at my desk, turning on a YouTube video about upcoming video game releases, before eating my food. Video games is the one thing me and Wolfie bond over. Though, guess you can say it inspired her more. She always wanted to build video games from scratch, which is beyond my ability. I know a few things here and there, but she would outclass me when it comes to that kind of subject. Least we have that subject to talk about though. Autumn, on the other hand, has nothing to even talk about with us. A family of geeks yet she decides to be the black sheep of the house, focusing on what I would describe as Valley Girl shit. Don't misinterpret me though, as I do love my sisters. In fact, I love my whole family. I guess now that love is a little different though for Wolfie.
I sighed to myself, wondering what I would do with these awakened thoughts that won't seem to slow down. If I was just a tad more unfocused, I wouldn't have been able to hear my window, which was currently being pelted at with rocks. I rushed over to the window, moving the blinds so whoever was doing that could see I had noticed their annoying attempt to get my attention. Sure enough, my sister Autumn was in the lawn, pointing to the door which was locked. I started talking to myself, only to try and rationalize how dumb my sister was. "Makes me bring home her bag without taking out the key. Goddamn Autumn, at least try to be smarter than the average dog." I quietly tiptoed past Wolfie's room, before doing the same past mother's room. Safely making it to the front door, I gently turned the lock, allowing my sister to enter the house. She rubbed her shoulders, probably due to the chilly night air, before stopping in the living room.
"Took you long enough, asshole. Trying to make me catch hypothermia?" She pointed towards the window.
"You mean, in fifty-degree weather? Hypothermia? In fifty degrees? Really?"
Too quick for me to notice, she got up into my face. Her breath reeked of alcohol and low self-esteem issues. "Don't talk down to me, James! You know I hate when you do that!"
I put a finger to her lips. "Keep. Your. Voice. Down. They are right fucking there." I used the same pointed finger to make her gaze shift over to our mom's bedroom.
"Shit." She sighed, for some reason not backing away from me. That was when I noticed something. Her lip gloss was slightly smeared across her lush full lips. A tear trail went down her cheek, only to stop halfway down her soft skin. The blush that was so natural seemed fake in this moment, unable to blend with the sadness that arose in her face. "Jamie..."
She called me out of my daze, making me put a hand on both sides of her shoulders. "What happened to you?"
She wiped her eyes slowly, before looking into mine. The brown color seemed so vibrant for such a dark tone. "I messed up, with this boy I liked."
"Boy?" This made me wonder who that lucky man could be. Autumn is known for turning down men left and right, so whoever it is must be a special nutcase.
"Aiko went with me to go shopping, only to be stopped by Robert and his friends."
"I'm sorry, you like Robert?" I couldn't help but laugh. It came out way to loudly for comfort, but I couldn't help myself. "You like the man who single handedly got three different girls pregnant? At Westwood? Before dropping out and becoming a male stripper? Him?"
