"Jenny this has to stop." Steve said proud to have finally gotten the guts up to intrude on his sister.
Not only had she completely messed up high school, but she had also gotten fired from the shitty convenience store job she held. Sure she was depressed, but being depressed didn't mean you got a golden ticked for giving up on life.
"Stop acting like our dad." Jenny said still staring halfway onto the television, watching nothing in particular sitting under a flickery LED light.
"We don't have that, and..." Steve trailed off now the wind was out of his sails.
"I shouldn't have snapped at you." Jenny said even under her blanket covering most of her pale skin still recognizable as the easy going cheer leader she had once been.
Despite being depressed she still kept up a workout regimen. Steve kind of wondered, if she was really depressed, or if everything had just become disgusting her.
"No it's fine... Look this is hard for me I mean you are so much better than all of this." Steve said pointing at the room which was basically a broom closet.
"No." Jenny said shaking her hand reaching for a cigarette apparently unable to face him.
Steve just stood there eying her, Jenny wriggled her toes, and blew a smoke ring.
"Can you sit next to me?" She finally asked before French inhaling a good chunk of cigarette.
"What in bed?" Steve asked seriously wondering what the hell this was about.
"Do you see a couch? Talking doesn't make me feel any better." Jenny said trying to smile, failing.
"Fine." Steve said, and Jenny raised the blanket.
Their mom wasn't home, and they were siblings so it wasn't that weird. What was odd though was that the blanket smelled strongly of her, of a woman that was.
Jenny leaned her head on his shoulder still watching the TV intently taking an occasional drag.
"I missed this." Jenny then finally said putting out her cigarette.
Steve wanted to bolt, but the hard on in his pants hadn't gone away yet.
"Well you'd have a boyfriend, if you didn't you know... Sit here all day." Steve said feeling jealous of the fact that Jenny could potentially have anyone.
Hell all the girls he had picked up left soon after, citing that he was a terrible person, and saying he was literally fucking his sister. Jealousy made women do crazy shit.
"And?" Jenny asked putting a hand over his shoulder holding on tightly.
"You know that's a good thing... I mean people don't want to be alone all the time, look I'm half going crazy what with not having anyone. People think you are some weirdo creep, if you can't get women." Steve tried to explain, although the same probably didn't apply to women quite as much.
"You are my weirdo creep." Jenny said as, if that was all she needed.
"So are you like a lesbian, or asexual?" Steve asked wanting to know just what was going on with her.
"I tried, I really did Steve." Jenny said quietly putting a leg over his.
"What the hell does that mean?" Steve asked wondering how you could fail asexuality considering that his shit life had made him a honorary one.
"Do you really want to know?" Jenny asked lighting two cigarettes, and handing him one.
"I mean what is there to tell right? You did stuff with a girl, and didn't like it. I mean, it's weird if she didn't want it either, but... Uh, you know, lesbians probably don't mind doing things with girls." Steve said the discussion not exactly calming down his libido.
"Rapist cunts you mean... I told her there was one guy I really like, and nobody else really, but it wouldn't work out... Next thing I know she fills me up, and... You know I came, mostly because I was a afraid, and felt like a whore for weeks, and she kept calling.
Like: 'Since you already feel like filth, subserviently eat me out whore.' I didn't know you could cum, just because you were afraid, and violated. Humans are just... My entire body is trash." Jenny said crushing the end of her cigarette in the process.
"Wow that... Shit." Steve said that had done it, not hard anymore he tried to get up.
"Steve. Don't you fucking dare." Jenny said looking about ready to put her cigarette out in his eyeball.
"No I just... I guess it's too much. I'm scared for you." Steve said not wanting to the be guy to show his cock to sexually exploited women.
"Oh, boohoo. My problems are making you uncomfortable. Fuck even my therapist tried to gaslight me into thinking I was really into chicks." Jenny said after Steve stopped struggling.
"She probably didn't want to think about it. I mean, if there is no victim you don't have to be afraid, or something." Steve said trying to come up with something.
"See that's why I love you. You think people have a right to be trash." Jenny said somehow getting closer to him.
"Yeah I love you too sis." Steve said giving her a peck on the side of the head.
Jenny kissed his mouth holding his head tightly. Steve had trouble resisting it, he had always dreamed of someone kissing him, wanting him no holds barred, but this was fucked up. Broken somehow.
"Sorry." Jenny said after getting a bit of tongue too.
"Look you are probably just trying to reassert you sexuality, or whatever." Steve said taking a drag as Jenny straddled his crotch.
"Yeah..." Jenny said rubbing herself against his dick fiddling with his belt.
