A dark feathered bird landed silently on the wooden porch if front of the house. It twisted it's head, faithfully mimicking the curious expressions of people who were passing by the front entrance a few days ago, wondering why a bunch of teens were cursing and sweating in the heat attempting to fix the even more thought-provoking hole in the window. To be expected as the sun was still hidden behind the green leaves on the horizon, neither the snoopy neighbors, nor the teens were anywhere in sight. "Hurry-up-Mike, drilled by his enraged company, must've fixed the extra entrance rather quickly." - the bird thought to itself, referring to him by what it thought was his nickname.
After briefly admiring it's dreadful outfit, the crow stretched it's wings and disappeared before the first ray of the sun lightened up the room on the first floor. At this moment only the bird, as it glided through the rapidly warming up air, could see the big wooden bed frame covered by enormous amounts of fluffy pillows and cozy blankets. No one, even the spying bird, could see the 20 year old girl lying somewhere under them.
Despite the inviting embrace of the velvet materials and early hour, the green eyes were wide open, staring blindly at the ceiling. Here eyes were wandering mindlessly, as she gave up long time ago on finding something out of the ordinary. Soon enough, the paint on the walls didn't stimulate her brain enough to remain in that vegetating state and the slim figure started to emerge from the bed, stretching and yawing uncontrollably.
When her feet finally touched the chilly panels, Alex could hear a resigned gasp escape her parted lips, as she hung her head in a resigned gesture. Since the incident, it was a repeating occurrence for her to wake up in this state.
Mike's daily visits didn't go unnoticed to Alex, who was usually locked inside her room for the first few days following the Eve's spectacle, and a passive listener to his advances towards her sister, who was lately spending comparable amount of time inside. It wouldn't affect Alex at all, except she would sleep the less, the more successful Isa's boyfriend was with his flirting. To her surprise, they both seemed to fend off the awkwardness that she felt was between all of them exceptionally quickly.
Despite the low energy levels, sexual acts of her older sister had also another side effect on Alex. Whenever the loud moans would disturb the bliss silence in her bedroom, her brain would respond with projecting some naughty pictures, representing possible scenarios unfolding in the adjacent room. For some supernatural reasons unknown to the 20 year old tossing in the bed, her hand would always somehow land between her legs and her own climax would verbalize itself alongside Isa's mid-orgasm screams.
Sleep deprivation and wrist pains weren't the main reason of Alex's cloudy mood. The actual cause was her boyfriend, who didn't seem to share Mike's enthusiasm and would deliberately ignore her calls and invites. At first worried about him, lately angry and now just sad, Alex had decided to distance herself and give him some space to breathe. After all, she herself needed some distance, not necessary from Tom, but her sister, whose presence was lately strangely affecting her libido and body temperature. She knew the reason why and she was scared Isa might put two and two together.
To utter disbelieve of Alex, who was now in the middle of her routine consisting of choosing her attire, hair style and jewelry for the day, Isa was the first to break the unwritten pact of "not bringing up what had happened" and she did so just yesterday. What Alex feared would inevitably lead to tears, screams and horror, turned out to be a rather refreshing and purifying conversation. Her sister explained to her there was nothing to worry about and reassured her everything between them is fine. She also mentioned her "she doesn't regret anything". "Anything" was the key word Alex would dwell on since then.
Repeating the dialogue in her head for the hundredth time, she packed up her workout bag. Despite comforting herself with another barrage of cussing, she could feel a crippling fear low in her tummy. But she already agreed to go and there was no going back now. She always thought her sister was the fainthearted one, but she wasn't so certain anymore.
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"Do I really have to?" - Mike whined, still fighting against the well known force dragging him by his numb arm. The well known force was standing by the frame of what Mike wanted to think of as their bed and what Mike knew was her bed. The bed he was now being abruptly kicked of off.
"Just move already! You are drooling all over my pillows." - an irritated pitch lingered around his ear, telling him he had to change his approach.
"How can I not, when you are looking so tasty in that outfit?" - Mike yet again surprised himself with hit cheesy lines that would come up to him with doubled force in the mornings. Isa didn't seem to share his admiration, summing it up with a resigned sigh and almost undetectable sign of amusement.
"I'm still kinda shocked your sister agreed to it, you know." - Mike was finally vertical, but Isa knew it weren't her requests that dragged him out of bed. The actual reason was tightly wrapped by her black leggings and, as of recent, Mike's lazily roaming hands.
"Well, we can't pretend we don't know each other just because of what had happened. Can we? I really do think some group workout will do her good. She is always a few degrees happier after workout... shower. - Isa responded, doing a decent job of ignoring her boyfriend's intentions, focusing on choosing the shade of her lipstick. Wearing makeup to the gym - another part of her routine Mike didn't understand.
"Well the last group workout didn't go so well, at least according to her current relations with To..."
"If you really want to go with us, you should stop talking right now, and start dressing." - Isa cut him off, giving him a meaningful stare. He seamed to be bright enough to pick up on the clue and soon enough he was silently preparing himself for his upcoming workout. A pair of shorts and a tank top from the floor should do just fine.
Given the complexity of his morning routine, Mike was waiting for both of them for a few good minutes, before the screech of the front door brought a smile back to his face, reassuring him the choice of teaming up with them he made this morning was indeed one of his best.
