This is the 6
th
installment of my High School Harem series. Sorry it took so long. For those of you still with me, you have my utmost appreciation. As usual, any and all feedback is welcome.
Now, I am aware that I may have lost some readers due to the direction I'm taking the story, and I apologize if you feel that I've ruined it for you. But this is the direction I'd always planned to take it. It's meant to show that despite how crappy the main character's family treated him, it turns out they're just as screwed up as he is. I mean, his dysfunction has to come from somewhere, right?
For the rest of you who weren't turned away by the direction I'm taking the story, I hope you enjoy. I'm certainly enjoying the writing process, and I enjoy reading you guys' feedback. There's still more to come, after all winter break has to end sometime, and when our main character does get back to school his world is only gonna get crazier.
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I'm a fucked up person.
I was at home for winter break. To be honest, it was weird being back home, that's not to say I wasn't having fun though. Hell, within the first 2 days I got a blowjob and sex from one of the most beautiful women I know. That woman was my mother, and that's where the weirdness came in. At first, I thought I could rationalize it, by saying we're just a man and a woman satisfying our needs. And I told myself that wasn't going to feel ashamed or guilty about it, after all, why should a guy feel guilty for satisfying his needs? But no matter how much I tried to convince myself, I still knew how wrong all this was. And the fact that I enjoyed it? Well, like I said, I'm a fucked up person. And my mom, who initiated all this, I wondered how fucked up that made her?
Over the next couple of days my mother and I could hardly be in the same room with one another without our lust and passion taking over; we were insatiable and almost quite literally inseparable. However, all good things must come to an end, temporarily at least. Because then Friday rolled around, the day my older sister would be flying home, and we couldn't very well let her see how we'd been spending the past couple of days. So mom and I both agreed we would need to stop for the time being, until we could figure something out. After all, just because we didn't have a problem with our arrangement, that didn't mean other people wouldn't.
On Friday morning, just before noon, I awoke to my phone ringing. As I stirred from my sleep I immediately noticed mom wasn't in bed with me. Without much time to wonder where she could be, I answered my ringing phone.
"Hey sweetie, good morning." mom's voice greeted me on the other end of the call.
"Oh, hey mom, I was wondering where you went." I replied, wiping the sleep from my eyes with my free hand.
"Something came up at work and I had to go to the school to take care of it." she said with a sigh.
"Is everything alright?" I asked.
"Everything's fine, just loads of paperwork. Though, I won't be home until rather late, so I need you to do me a favor."
"Sure mom, what is it?" I replied without thinking, though I could've guessed what her answer was going to be.
"Well, Ash's flight will land around 2 and I won't be able to make it to the airport to pick her up. So I need you to." mom said.
This was none too thrilling; I hadn't so much as spoken to Ash, my sister, in over a year.
"...Mom, are you sure about this? I mean, you know Ashley is not gonna be thrilled to see me." I asked.
"I know, but I wanted to wait to explain the truth to her in person. So, please just bear with it, for me honey?" mom replied.
"I don't even have a car to drive up there." I said, hoping this excuse would be my last bastion.
"Yeah, you do, sweetie. Did you not see? I left your car keys on the bedside table." mom said.
I glanced to the left and sure enough, there were my keys, right where mom said they were. Damn it, there's no way I'm getting out of this, I thought. While I appreciated finally having my car back, I dreaded having to pick up my sister.
"...okay, I'll do it..." I said, seeing there was no point in arguing.
"Thank you, honey. Just please bear with it until I can get home and I'll explain everything to Ash, I promise." mom said.
By the time our call ended it was just a few minutes past noon. Ashley's flight was due to land at 2, and the drive to the airport would be about 30 minutes, so I would need to shower and be ready to leave by 1:30. I went to the kitchen and fried up some eggs for breakfast. After eating, I put my dishes in the dishwasher then went upstairs to have a shower. When I finished showering I went to my room and got dressed, then I went down to mom's room to make sure none of my clothes were still in there. With all that taken care of I had just a few minutes before I needed to leave.
The drive to the airport took a little longer than 30 minutes so I ended up arriving around 2:15. So as if my sister didn't hate me enough, now I was late. Just wonderful, I thought. As I pulled up to the pick-up area I quickly noticed a girl standing with her luggage, I recognized her immediately, it was no doubt my sister. Here goes, I said with a sigh as I pulled the car up next to her.
"...oh... it's you.." my sister said with disdain upon seeing me.
Yep, that's about the greeting I expected.
"Hello to you too, sis, glad to see you haven't changed." I said sarcastically, to which Ash rolled her eyes in response.
We both shrugged off this little exchange and went about loading her bags into the trunk of my car. We departed the airport without another word and remained that silent the whole car ride home. But, you know, actions speak louder than words anyways, right? The whole car ride home, anytime I glanced over at my sister she would just give me these disgusted looks. I didn't say anything, I just bottled it up and tried to bear with it like mom had asked.
When we finally got to the house and got her bags inside, I went to the living room to watch TV while Ashley unpacked in her old room. After a while Ashley came downstairs to the living room, still looking at me with disdain.
"So, where is mom anyways? She was supposed to be the one picking me up, not
you
." she asked, the last part she said with exaggerated disgust.
It was obvious that she was trying to hurt my feelings, and she succeeded. But once again, I held it in, just telling myself that mom would be home to sort it out eventually.
"Something came up and she had to go into work, she said she'd be back this evening." I answered her.
"What'd you do this time? Kill a girl?" she asked sarcastically.
No, but I'm about to, I thought to myself. It was getting harder and harder to hold it in, but I just continued taking her verbal abuse in stride. Feeling my anger rise, I turned my head back to the TV to ignore her.
"Great, so I'm stuck at home alone with a rapist." she said coldly, turning around to walk back upstairs.
"At least I ain't a goddamned bitch." I said firmly and calm.
I regretted saying it right after the words left my mouth, I'd never called my sister a bitch before and I never thought I would. I knew I should've just let her walk away, but I couldn't help, I just had to go and open my big stupid mouth.
"Go fuck yourself, you pathetic loser, you make me sick." my sister shot back, clearly upset.
And that was it. That's when I finally reached my breaking point, she clearly wanted to piss me off and I was taking the bait.
"I've said it before, but fuck it, let's hear one last time just for the cheap seats. I did NOT rape that fucking girl!" I stood up from the couch and began yelling.
Ashley looked shocked, after all, she'd never so much as seen me raise my voice.
"I am so fucking sick of everyone accusing me of some bullshit that I never did! Fuck! Makes me so goddamned mad! Like I would ever fucking do something so fucked up!" I began pacing around the living room, yelling at the world pretty much.
That last part, it was priceless coming from a guy who'd spent the last few days banging his mom. The problem was, I was just that fucked up. But I wasn't in the mood to dwell on my hypocrisy.
"But nobody cares to hear my side of the story, not my so-called friends or even my own fucking family! You have any idea how bad it feels to know my own family hates me because of some bullshit lies that some cunts decided to make up! Even you, Ashley, my own sister, the one person who I thought for sure would have my back. You go around calling me vile shit like rapist without thinking twice about!" I continued ranting and pacing the room, seething with rage.
Ashley just stood frozen at the foot of the staircase, listening to my rant with a shocked expression on her face. I could see that tears were forming in her eyes, she looked genuinely horrified. Any other time I would've succumbed to my weakness for women's tears and began apologizing profusely, but this time I was just too angry.