It's been a month since my cousin Ian moved in with us and frankly, im ready for him to be gone.
He just came back for serving a sentence for selling drugs and since we're his only living relatives, the parole board chose to release him into our care.
You'd think he'd ay least try to keep up the illusion that he's reformed but he can't seem to give two fucks. At least not at home. He smokes, drinks, snorts and the worst of them all, fucks like he hasn't been gone literal years.
Which is why the scene in my living room after cheer practice isn't very shocking. There's a group of guys and girls, lazing around surrounded by bongs and beer bottles with a thick cloud of smoke.
Despite all this, it's the loud ass music that sets me off. I'm almost dome with high school and with my SATs and homecoming coming up I've been swamped with cheer practice after cheer practice. Study session after study session. And this music isn't right for that.
I storm upstairs and am halfway into my bedroom door when I stop short staring intently at the movement on my bed. What the fuck? My anger boils in me and I let out a shriek before slamming my door shut.
I'm on a warpath as I move down the hall to the room Ian's been staying in, ready to chew his ass out for faring to throw a party in my fucking house while my fucking parents are on a goddamn anniversary cruise and allowing some drugged up shits to infest my bed with whatever STDs they've got.
I barge into his room without a care in the world already yelling a "How fucking dare you-" when I see it. Its Ian. Not dead as I'd love him to be though. It's Ian..behind a man. Thrusting. My mouth gapes wide open and I stop for the second time today in the doorway.
His head snaps in my direction and he stills. For a second we're staring at each other and then he completely disregards my presence, choosing to turn back to the guy and shove his face further into the pillow and starting to thrust again.
I can't help but watch the way his hips pull back, only to shove back in with so much force and I feel a slight tingle as I do. The guy let's out a groan that let's me know he's enjoying the ass fuck and that snaps me out of the trance I'm in, leading to me rushing out of there and slamming the door.
With my room and the living room occupied, the last resort would be my parents room but the door's locked when I try it so instead I find my way into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me.
I try to study on the floor but the goddamn loud music is giving me a fucking headache and I can't concentrate so I hop in the shower to try to cool down, thinking about how my cousin is gay. I thought id heard him fuck some girls some nights but maybe i was just horny and living vicariously through him.
At some point, the music got turned down and by the time I'm done, it's out entirely. I guess the party is over. I deliberate putting on my sweaty uniform again but figure if the party is done my room must be empty so I take the chance and walk out with my backpack covered only by a towel.
Thankfully the couple that were there before are gone but in their place is a wet spot on my bed. Eww. I put on a big t-shirt and run downstairs to the now empty living room to get some of the rubber gloves we use in the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later and my fresh sheets are on while the old ones are in the hot cycle downstairs and I finally have the quiet to read. I put my phone on DND and open the textbook but halfway through the page, my door is pushed open so hard it smacks the wall.
