"I am going to fucking kill you!" Darling said.
Standing in a bedroom that was not hers, the nineteen-year-old girl pointed the cellphone's screen at Scott Norman. She pressed her thumb against the phone's power button.
Scott Norman was an eighteen-year-old asshole.
"This phone doesn't even work, you son of a bitch," Darling said. Scott ran a hand through his reddish-brown hair, then he sat on his bed. "The deal is off. I'm not going to be having sex with some weirdo who accepts sex as payment."
"But you were," Scott said, leaning toward Darling a bit. Darling's hands came to her hips, and she shook her head. Her brown eyes wandered. As her dark brown hair remained cloaked in light, she gazed at the John F. Kennedy poster on the wall. Scott followed Darling's gaze. "Yeah, Big Ken is my hero. And you can be my hero, too. Just listen to me. I swear to God that the phone isn't broken. I just bought it last week. Look, it's not like I even needed a new phone anyway. But I can get another one tomorrow. I'm pretty sure it will work. Fuck me today and you will have a new phone tomorrow. How does that sound?"
The girl in the room knew that Scott was a liar.
Darling smiled.
After leaving Scott with sore-because-they-got-kicked testicles, Darling went home.
She still had the broken phone.
Unbeknownst to Darling, a fly made its way into the house. Then the girl shut the door.
Darling took off her shoes, removed her socks.
Seated on the sofa was June. The girl had turned eighteen years old the day before. The barefooted teen gave Darling a wave with her free hand. The other hand held the television's remote control.
"Hey, big sis," June said. She moved her brown-eyed gaze to the television's glowing screen. Darling pulled the useless cellphone out the pocket of her blue jeans. She stroked its blank screen with her left thumb. "Is that a new phone? It doesn't look like the one I usually see you with."
Yes. It was not the phone that was currently inside Darling's bedroom. The phone in Darling's hand was as worthless as Scott.
Fuck that fucking JFK worshipper.
Fuck him.
Darling had managed to kick Scott in the balls, yeah, but she hadn't been able to get a working phone from him. Regardless of that fact, Darling had taken the broken phone with her. For some strange reason, the busty nineteen-year-old felt the strong urge to keep the phone as safe as possible.
It was just a broken phone. But Darling preferred to keep it safe and well, as if it were her own younger sister.
Odd.
"It's a broken phone, June," Darling said. There was another sofa in the living room. And Darling moved her attention to it. Without bothering to toss the broken phone, the big-titted teen headed close to the sofa. She rested the phone against it. "It's a big disappointment, but I want to keep it. For some reason. I can't explain why."
Darling took a step back. It would be nice to sit next to her little sister.
"Fuck your sister," a voice said, emerging from the phone.
The phone's screen stayed blank.
"Did you hear what it just fucking said?!" Darling said, speaking as her heart pounded in her chest. She took a breath that shook hard. "June, you heard that, right?!"
"Hear what?" June said.
Darling turned to face June, who stayed seated on the sofa. A red soda can remained on the coffee table. It was open. As gunshots erupted from whatever movie or show June was watching, Darling furrowed her dark brown eyebrows. Then she pointed a finger at the cellphone, which was supposed to be broken.
"The phone!" she said. "The phone said... something."
"'Something' isn't really a scary word, Darling," June said. She showed her white teeth in a carefree smile, trying to cheer up her bustier sister. June patted the spot next to her. "Sit next to me, big sis. Just relax a bit. You're scared, like a guy who called women 'females' on Twitter and is expecting backlash. Calm down."
"This isn't a joke, June," Darling said as her younger sister set the remote control down. "I heard a voice. And it came out of that phone."
June lifted the soda can off the coffee table.
"The phone is haunted," Darling said. "Or something."
Her younger sister laughed, shook. As the red can in June's hand trembled, the dark contents of her soda emerged from the opening in the can's lid. Soda spilled onto June's gray shirt.
Good.
June had made fun of Darling's terror.
She deserved to have soda ruining her shirt.
"Goddammit!" June said, talking as dark soda ruined her shirt. She slammed her soda can onto the coffee table's hard surface. "Darling, can you be a good sport? Don't make fun of my breasts, please. Because you're going to see them. I'm not... wearing a bra. And I'm obviously not as well-endowed as you."
Seeing June spill soda on her shirt on accident had drained Darling's earlier anger and fear.
"They're just tits, sis," Darling said. "Me, you, and Mom have them. It's no big deal. And if you want a new shirt, I'll just let you have one of mine. It's all right."
June stood. The younger sister was about to take off her shirt. She was about to show her sibling those breasts of hers. Darling swallowed. Her heart hammered within her chest.
Why the hell was she so excited?
"You're a good sister," June said. Then she took off her wet shirt. "This is awkward."
"They're f..." Darling said, aiming her eyes at June's tits. Her nipples were brown. Just like her older sister's. "It's fine, I mean."
June started walking. Her tits jiggled as she moved. Darling forced herself to look away, but it had come with a lot of difficulty.
"What are you going to do?" Darling said.
"I'm going to throw away this goddamn shirt, of course," June said, then she retreated into the kitchen. "You should really sit down, though! I'm topless, but that doesn't mean I can't watch some top quality television!"
At least June's bad jokes made the universe seem less like a bad place. Still, seeing June's bare breasts had made a strange lust slither its way into Darling's slim but busty body.
June had suggested that Darling sit, so Darling sat.
As she stayed seated on the sofa, Darling moved her focus to the red soda can that had blessed her. Thanks to the dark soda, Darling had seen two wonderful things.
Darling was interested in her sister's breasts.
Was the busty girl close to becoming like those weirdos who read erotic stories featuring incest?
When June returned to her seat, she said, "I'm sorry for laughing a few minutes ago."
Darling shook her head, tried hard to keep her focus on the television and not her little sister's breasts.
It was supposed to be easy to keep your focus off a relative's boobs.
