last week, 2:30 pm
“What a dump,” Benjamin lets out dejectedly, standing in front of the doorway, looking into the room which would be their new home.
“We’ve certainly had better,” Holly says.
“Why do we have to live here again?” he asks.
“It’s the only thing we could find before that asshole was gonna evict us... thankfully Mary Beth could at least vouch for us to stay a month without a deposit.”
“Mary Beth,” he repeats.
“Look at it this way,” she smiles. “It’s just temporary.”
“Until what?”
“Until the next place,” she says. “Until the next place.”
Benjamin sighs, then leaves to walk around the place as his mother starts unpacking. Their family had seen hard times before, but this was one of their lowest moments. They had been forced out of their home by their predator landlord to move into this one-room studio in an old converted motel – a two-story walk-up apartment with open hallways and a common area in the center. Three rooms were occupied on the second floor – theirs, Mary Beth’s, and some beauty school student. The whole first floor was abandoned for some unexplained reason.
The place didn’t even have its own bathroom or real closets, or even a proper kitchen – just a sink and a plugged-in stovetop. Somehow they were able to fit in their two pullout couches on which to sleep, one of which he would have to share with his sister in a few days when she comes back home for the summer.
He walks downstairs and around the back to check out the pool, when he hears a splash.
Out of the water emerges a vision, like some fantasy water goddess – the ideal female form with dark brown skin, sealed tightly in a red one-piece bathing suit. She faces away from him, revealing her smooth back and her full, tight behind. Droplets fall from the finger curls of her black hair, which she pulls back to reveal the definition in her strong shoulders and arms, like a natural swimmer’s. Slowly, she twirls around. Her lips, full and rich like plums, open into a smile; her cheeks plumpen without blemish; water drips down her neck, over her chest, glistening in the afternoon sun, over her alluring breasts, nipples subtly hinted at through the lycra; she folds her arms in front of herself, as if actually modest of their perfection; just above the water line, her thick, graceful thighs stand open, her groin faintly concealed by the rippling water, like a mirage.
Her eyes soften and her smile brightens. “I thought I felt someone watching me,” she says playfully.
“I- I wasn’t,” he tries to say, but her smile burns away his fear. He laughs. “I guess I was.”
“You just move in?”
“Yeah,” he says, falling more in love with each word she says to him.
“I’m glad,” she smiles more brightly than before, her white teeth dazzling him. “I think we’re next-door neighbors... How old are you?” she asks.
“Um, eighteen,” he replies, kicking himself for not lying.
“Cool,” she nods. “Same.”
He finally smiles without timidity. “I’m Benjamin,” he is able to say.
“Hi Benjamin,” she waves with one arm still across her wet chest. “Callie.”
***
today, 9:02 am
“Hey, you wanna play Twister?” Ben looked up to see his sister toss a white Twister box at his head, which he was able to block with his arm.
“You’re so fucked up,” he spat at her. “Y’know, I would’ve left the room if it was you.”
“Pfft,” she said with a dismissive wave, then crashed on the sofa next to him, laying down. She wore a yoga top and white pajama shorts, revealing firm, athletic legs. Her silky brown hair fell about the roundings of her chest. “Whatever, you totally would’ve stayed, you perv... I’m so hot.”
“God, what is wrong with you?” he asked.
“What is wrong with you?” she threw back at him. “You’ve still got a boner.”
Ben blushed again. “No, I don’t,” he muttered.
“Getting turned on by your own mom... ‘oooh, oh yeah mom, yeah... spank my infected cock...’” she mocked, gesturing with her hand.
“No, I don’t!”
“Prove it then,” she said, then reached over and tugged at the towel. He caught it in time but his cock sprung upward under the terry cloth. Selena giggled.
He glowered. “Seriously, what is wrong with you?” he repeated, angrily this time.
“God, chill out,” she said. “You must be so backed up.”
“Would you just drop it?”
“I wish that I could,” she said with annoyance. “We don’t have any TV or internet, my phone doesn’t work in this shithole, and my brother is sitting next to me sporting nothing but a towel and a massive erection.” Her use of the word ‘massive’ rattled him into silence.
“It’s too distracting,” she continued. “Seriously, can you just, like, get rid of it?”
“Shut up.”
“It’s not gonna go away by itself.”
“Shut up!”
“Just get rid of it.” Her tone was getting different, stranger.
“I... it’s not that simple.”
Her expression changed to something he could almost confuse for kind. “Can you not jerk off with that... condition?”
“I dunno,” he mumbled. “It kinda hurts still.”
“You should try,” she encouraged.
“Maybe later,” he shrugged.
“Just do it now,” she said nonchalantly. “I won’t watch.”
“No!” he said.
“Under the towel,” she said as she rolled toward him and smiled, patting his leg. “I won’t watch.”
“No,” he said again. “It’s too weird.”
“C’mon,” she cooed. “You know you want to.”
“I, I don’t.”
“Your hands are shaking... you’re nervous,” she smiled. “That means you want to do it.”
“I’m just so frustrated and confused right now,” he said with vulnerability.
“I know,” she replied, stroking his leg.
“The last couple days have been... “ he paused.
“Humiliating,” she completed for him. He looked at her. “Mom told me about the doctor’s.”
“She did?” His cock swelled even more at the mention of it, making him wince.
“Sounds like a nightmare, an honest-to-god nightmare,” Selena chuckled, still stroking his thigh. “God, and then all this with mom... And you... you haven’t been able to release since then either, have you?”
He shook his head.
“Just get rid of it,” she whispered. “I won’t watch.”
He exhaled audibly, looking up. He turned back to his sister, who was picking at her nails. His cock was twitching, pulsating, driving him nuts. He then inhaled and held his breath. In an intoxicated stupor, Ben surprised himself by slowly sliding his right hand under his towel.
Selena noticed. She rolled onto her back, then to her other side, away from him. He looked over at her – her shorts rode up her crack, outlining her shapely round ass and showing off the back of her lovely tan thighs. He began to rub himself, gently at first, to gauge the pain; the cream seemed to already alleviate the discomfort, so he stroked it faster, shaking the rickety couch.
“Oh my god, you’re actually doing it,” she whispered over her shoulder.
“Shh,” he replied.
“Are you... close?”
