doing?" Lily's voice interrupted my thoughts—the thoughts that were
only about her; everything was about her.
I put my hand back on my lap right away. I was sitting on the couch in the living room
pretending to be watching TV, but the truth was: I was only busy having lustful thoughts
about my sister. "Nothing much." I stayed focused on the big flat screen.
"I'm bored. Do you want to watch a movie with me?"
"Sure." I readjusted myself on the couch and made room for her, since it was the best
place in the living room to watch TV.
"Cool! What do you want to watch?" she asked, and I had to look up at her. It would
have been too rude of me to continue to avoid looking at her while she was talking to me.
"Whatever you want." I offered her a small smile.
"Okay. Just remember you said that," she chuckled lightly, and I just smiled. I knew
she'd put on some chick movie, but I didn't want to argue with her.
Arguing meant I'd have to look at her, and I'd always end up in the bathroom, grabbing
the shit out of my dick… Yeah, of course I liked the feeling of the orgasms, but I hated the
thoughts that helped me to get off—thoughts of my sister.
"Ta da!" she sang once the title of the movie appeared on the screen.
"Oh, c'mon!"
"I warned you, so suck it up!" She stuck her tongue out at me.
I turned my eyes away from her immediately, then took one of the small pillows that
Mom had put all over the couches, chairs, and even the floor, and I put it on my lap to hide
my instant hard-on, doing my best not to let out a moan at the sight of that rosy tongue of
hers.
It wasn't just the sight of her tongue that caused my wood; it was the damn thought
about what could I do with it and—
Stop it, Adrian! Just fucking stop it!
I don’t know how much time I spent on that couch, drowning in my thoughts. I almost
came in my pants a couple of times at the sound of her sighs.
"Even though I love this movie so much, I still hate how it ends," she said, sighing
again.
"Yeah, Romeo… He killed his love with his stupidity." I stared at the screen, trying to
do anything other than drool all over my sister, and I saw her shaking her head in sorrow out
of the corner of my eye.
"I envy him though," I continued.
"Why is that?"
"His powerful will to actually commit suicide," I whispered.
Her head shot to my direction. "You envy him because he was strong enough to kill
himself?"
"Yeah…"
"Adrian, what are you saying?"
"I … uh … I thought about it befo—" Before I could finish, I felt a sting on the back
of my head. She’d smacked me.
"Ouch!" I whined as I rubbed the back of my head. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Don't you freaking dare say or even think about that again. Do you freaking hear me?"
she said through clenched teeth, pointing her finger at my face.
I wanted to answer, but before I could say anything, I saw her eyes glistening with
unshed tears.
What the fuck did I say?
"Hey!" I reached for her hand to comfort her, but she shrugged it away roughly and ran
to her room. I ran after her right away and was barely able to catch the door before she
closed it right in my face. She threw herself on the bed and buried her head in her pillow,
both ignoring my presence and delivering the message that it wasn't appreciated.
I didn't know any other way to comfort her except to lay beside her on the bed, and I
didn't want to do that, of course. Nevertheless, I took a deep breath and got into the bed
with her. I reached for her hidden face to remove a lock of hair away from it, but she
shrugged my hand away angrily. That was not her typical avoidance of my touch. No, that
reaction was full of anger.
I sighed and then tried again. This time, thankfully, she didn't shrug my hand away,
though, in a way, I wished she had. I saw her tears then.
"Hey, Lily, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"None of your business!"
"Hey, c'mon. What did I say?" I asked in confusion, causing her to sit up and