But as I get into the beat of my homework, I get disrupted by the screeching of tires of my sister’s car parking in the driveway. That girl is a fucking maniac behind the wheel. It is a miracle she never got into any accident. I remember that the last time I went on a ride with her, she almost ended both of our lives.
The door of the house opens with a bang and I hear two giggling girls come up the stairs. My sister Clara and her friend Rohan both go in her bedroom. I wince, then resume my homework. The next question is about the entropy of a reaction of hydration and type in a new formula as Linkin Park’s Numb starts playing. I know I am slaying my homework, which will help keep my grades up. I got some difficulty with organic chemistry, so I have to compensate somewhere else.
But as I try to concentrate, I get disturbed by a weird smell. I remove my headphones and stand up to sniff the air. I get disgusted by the odor of cat piss, even though I realize soon enough that it is actually marijuana. I shake my head in disbelief, knowing full well my parents wouldn’t agree with my sister and her friend smoking weed. They would kill them, and even me if they learned I didn’t do anything to stop them.
I am no snitch, but our parents will be home in an hour and so, and I know that my sister can sometimes get carried away, so I have to warn her, though she is the big sister, at 21, and I am the little brother, at 19. Gotta act responsibly sometimes…
Some call Clara a hippy. She’s a joyful person, always smiling and being optimistic. She loves nature, travelling and helping people in need. Just last year, she hiked with her backpack in the mountains of Columbia and visited small villages with poor people, helped them build infrastructures for water. I admire her for that, but I tend to dislike the other side of her personality: she rejects all forms of authority and sometimes act like a bitch. She calls most laws stupid and loves doing things our parents hate. I am pretty certain that she smokes and takes drugs only to piss our parents. She is convinced that, someday, she will change the world.
I open the door to her room, more disappointed than angry, ready to tell her to at least smoke her joints outside, but the words don’t want to come out of my mouth. I stand still, blink my eyes, completely shocked, but what I am presented with. Clara and Rohan are both sitting on her bed, only wearing bras and panties, with a joint in their hand. The room is thick with smoke and smells like hell. Their eyes are only half opened, as they look at me with large smiles.
“You here ’cause you wanna share, lil bro?” says my sister with a slurry voice. She clearly is not well and I have to leave the room quickly.
“No thanks you, sorry for interrupting,” I answer before closing the door and leaning my back against a wall. My breath is short. I should have told them what I came there to say… But I got too distraught. I saw my fucking sister and her friend in UNDERWEARS. It might not mean too much for most people, but Clara and Rohan are FUCKING HOT. My sister is tall, has a thick bush of red hair and a face covered with freckles, sports round C-cup tits and possesses a large ass that could make a man dream. Rohan is as tall, but with long wavy brown hair, a perfect heart-shaped face, B-cup tits, a thinner waist and slender shaven legs that could have been on the cover of a magazine.
I go back in my room, still in disbelief of what I just saw. I still can’t get over it and still am totally feeling guilty about it. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about my sister’s friend, even less so my own sister, but my brain can’t help it. It tries to picture the two girls completely naked and I need to put my headphones back on in order to think about something else. Imagine Dragon’s Natural calms me down and I go back to my homework. What formula was I looking for again? Oh yeah, Clausius-Clapeyron equation… I look for the pressure values I am given, but my brain doesn’t work properly. Invasive thoughts flash me constantly and I can’t make them go away.
In order to appease my desperately horny brain, I open a private tab on google chrome and browse some porn on various websites. I settle for a video of a tiny asian girl, whose name I unfortunately can’t find, getting rammed by a black dude with an enormous cock. I take my much-less-impressive dick out and start to jack off. I takes me two other videos after that to reach my climax and I spill my cum in a tissue. I roll the tissue in a small sticky ball and throw it on the top of my dresser, since I don’t have a trash can in my bedroom and since I am now too tapped out to actually get up and walk to the bathroom where I would find one.
I get my dick back into my pants, close my private tabs and stare emptily at my thermodynamics homework. I am not thrilled to get back to work, but I have to. Thankfully, I am now able to think more properly and I manage to make actual progression. Two questions later and there is only the last one left, which of course has to be the most difficult one. I take a deep breath and read the gigantic paragraph I am presented with. There’s so much information in there, I am not even sure that everything is relevant.
“Still doin’ that dumb homework?” a voice behind me asks.
Taken by surprise, I drop my pencil and my headphones and nearly drop off my chair. My heart thumps in my chess as I see my Clara in my room, hands on her hips, staring at me with a smug look I don’t really like. “You should have knocked, you asshole,” I pant out. At my great annoyance, she bursts out laughing. I guess I didn’t knock myself earlier, uh? That will teach me, I think.
“Sorry, bro, Roghan and I were talking ’bout you, since you came to visit us,” said Clara, waving her hand around for no reason. “We wondered if you wanted some pot, but you ran out… You still can come, if ya want… We got some left. You sure you don’t wanna have a bit of fun?”
I shake my head. I barely drink alcohol and drugs scare me even more. It’s not the kind of shit I want to be doing. Clara can have all the stash if she wants. But she’s just there, looking around in my room, touching stuff she has no business touching. And the worst fucking part is that she didn’t put on any more clothes. She is still in her bra and panties, and I try my fucking hardest not to stare at her.
“Yo, too bad,” she says. “We really hoped you would join us… Rohan, especially, seemed interested in talking to you… She fancies you, ya know? I don’t know why, but I don’t judge her. She my friend, after all.”