The three kids watched the car slowly drive off, pass the corner and down the road until it quickly left their sight.
And with that, Jean-Luc le Coq was alone and on his own. He ran a hand through his short, dark brown hair, already feeling exasperated.
That's right, he wasn't on his own, he was with his two annoying big sisters who happened to be standing next to him. He looked them over; Mickey was getting ready for her morning jog but was already distracted by her phone, quickly texting one of her friends before taking off. Damn she was fine; she had short, strawberry blonde hair, pale skin and freckles, with a round face and bright, emerald green eyes. Her body was toned and lean but she still had her fair share of curves, with a decent little booty and nice, DD cup breasts. Her white jogging bra and tight jogging shorts almost gave the impression that she wasn't wearing anything, but even in the warm summer morning air, her slight abs were evident. At 5'8", she stood a good 3 inches taller than Jean-Luc. She was 20 to his 18.
Jean-Luc then looked over at his other sister, the 23 year old Kyle. Standing at a solid 5'9", Kyle had a somewhat intimidating look. She had a leaner, more cut face that only accentuated her finely feminine features. Her lips were full and her brows lovely, and she had striking, dark gray eyes. Her hair fell to her waist, straight and with a gleaming chestnut color that was cut with streaks of deep black that had been freshly dyed-a good look. She was wearing red yoga pants that tightly hugged her body as well as a light and loose, longsleeve shirt that was patterned with Van Gogh's starry night on it's front. Her ass and hips were full and she also had plump, DD cup tits as well. Between the three of them, Kyle seemed to be the most forlorn as their parents left, though she quickly pepped herself up.
And now, Jean-Luc had to share the house with the both of them. For three months. Oh, sure, to the average passer-by they may have indeed looked lovely enough, but looks could most certainly be deceiving.
"Well, I'm going for my run," Mickey said with her surpisingly melodic voice, as she began a quick jog in place, putting her phone in her fanny pack. "Still got that run through the park coming up soon."
"Okay," Kyle spoke to her sister in her own uniquely course but still clearly young and feminine voice. "There will be breakfast for you when you come back, Michaela!"
"Thanks. Although, the shrimp here still needs to join me for a run," she while eying Jean-Luc with a somewhat hungry look; her workouts were intense and while Jean-Luc wasn't not in somewhat good shape, Mickey's workouts were far too intense for him. She knew this, and knew that most of the time, Jean-Luc would have preferred to just actually die.
After Mickey took off, Kyle went inside, with Jean-Luc shortly following after her. Standing behind her, he found himself openly checking out his eldest sister's big booty. After 18 years of only barely being able to get his when he could (which wasn't very often-probably in no part due to his shorter stature and dour attitude), he had no qualms about checking out his big sister from behind. In fact, both of his big sisters were totally banging, but that still didn't change the fact that he was dreading spending three whole months of summer with them. He wondered how long it would be until the blaming or arguing would begin. For you see, Mickey was too intense and Kyle was too air-headed.
"How's work been?," Kyle asked.
"Uh, good," Jean-Luc said as amiably as he could, but it was a lie; he worked at an overrated cafe, The Sweetest Sin, as a closer. While it wasn't the worst place to work, he had been doing it for awhile now, long enough to hate everything about that stupid restaurant. And between the three of them, he was the only one working, which did nothing but piss him off. As far as he was concerned, his two big sisters might as well be bums, for all he cared. He quietly grumbled to himself.
"Will you be working there today?
"Yeah," he sighed.
"Well then," Kyle said, fairly cheerfully. "You know how much I love cooking. So sit down and let me cook a big breakfast for you."
And so, Kyle then got to work in the kitchen doing her best to keep track of the big breakfast she wanted to make for her brother. But the food ended up taking longer to make then she had originally thought, and so Jean-Luc had to leave for work early, having to settle with nothing but a dry Clif bar. Fucking nast. Typical Kyle.
At work, his boss, a big bald guy with a harsh mustache named Philbert, was an extra dick today.
"Jean-Luc!" Philbert shouted from his office, a dingy corner in the back that reeked of sweat and messy food that had long since hidden itself in deep hiding spots. Jean-Luc shuffled in to the room to talk to him, not quite 'dreading the worst,' but definitely wishing he was almost anywhere else in the world.
"Yes, boss?" Jean-Luc asked as honestly as he could.
"What the fuck happened yesterday? Why weren't the fucking chairs brought up on top of the fucking tables, ya fuck?" Oh yeah, Philbert was from LA and fancied himself like a character from an old Tarantino movie, especially in the way he talked to his employees.
"Boss, I called you Yesterday; I started suffering from some bad food poisoning, from a muffin I ate earlier."
"A fucking muffin? Really? That's no fucking excuse!"
"But boss, I called you about it while I was wretching on the floor; you said I could go home as soon as I felt better."
Philbert frowned, as he started to remember. "Fine. Sorry, I've been so busy as of late, I forgot. But still, you need to show a bit more pep in your step. Your uncheerful presence is starting to bring everyone down!"
"Yes boss, I understand." After that, Jean-Luc was allowed to go back to his work, sweeping out from under scattered tables. He was immensely pissed off; the bad muffin he had eaten had come from a box of storebought pastries that Philbert himself had brought in to work, but for whatever stupid and lucky reason, hadn't eaten. But actually, everyone who had one had gotten sick from them; but as the closer, Jean-Luc was the only one who had gotten sick at work. Of fucking course. Whatever.
A few minutes later, Jean-Luc was sweeping in the back kitchen, when he saw someone approaching him. It was 'Neck,' real name Ned, but as he was fat and bearded, well, the reasoning for the nickname was apparent. Apparently, he was on his 5 or some shit.
"Dude, have you banged anyone yet this year?," he asked Jean-Luc.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I've been working. Now, leave me alone you fat fuck."
"Ah, don't be like that Jean-Luc; I just asked because your last name is le Coq after all.
"I'm not the only one you know, there are le Coqs all over Bonville. Hell, I probably have cousins I ain't even met yet. You're from here, Neck, you should know this-the town founder being an exile during the Napoleonic wars or what not. Spread his seed all over ye olde Bonville-great story. Wait, you know what, I don't have time for this, what the fuck do you want?"
"I was just asking because I found some good torrent sites that offer lots of sex games. You should play some."
"I... Neck, can we talk about this later?"
"Oh dude, what about your sisters?" At this, Jean-Luc suddenly paid Neck attention, wondering if had indeed just heard that.
"I beg your pardon?"
