"Fuuuuck," Harrison moaned as he slowly became aware of his own consciousness. His eyes were glued shut with dried bits of crust, his mouth was as dry as a desert, and his entire body felt like it had been pushed out of a three story window onto a pile of scrap metal. His right arm was completely numb from how he had been awkwardly sleeping on top of it. He shifted himself to his back and felt a painful tingling sensation in his arm as the feeling slowly started to return to it. He spent the next couple of minutes just laying there, waiting for the dense fog to lift from his aching head.
Once he finally felt like he had some sort of control over his body and mind, he started to wipe away the gunk from his eyes until he could finally open them. When he did, it took several moments for him to realize that he had no idea where he was. He knew he was laying in a bed, but the ceiling above him wasn't the least bit familiar to him. He turned his head towards the right and took in the room around him. It was a very large open room with a stairwell that went up and out of sight behind a wall. The room had a small kitchen area, a toilet and shower that stood partially hidden behind a curtain, a single sofa that pointed at a television, and otherwise just a bunch of junk lying around in various places.
The room was pretty well lit with what appeared to be natural daylight. He looked up at the tops of the cement walls and saw the source of the light, which was a horizontal line of frosted windows that wrapped around most of the room, allowing in a surprisingly decent amount of sunshine. "Am I in a basement?" he wondered aloud to himself, hearing how hoarse his voice sounded in the process.
Something caught Harrison's eye suddenly that seemed peculiar and out of place. A large plastic tube had been installed at some point in the little kitchen. It hung vertically and was attached to the ceiling, hovering directly above an empty surface on the counter. Written down the side of the tube in big red letters was the word "REWARDS".
Other than that, and the random junk that was spread throughout the room, it seemed to be a relatively clean and cozy space.
"Gluh," a voice suddenly mumbled from beside Harrison, causing him to jump. He looked to his left and saw the back of a head that seemed to belong to a female with long, brown hair. She, like him, appeared to be having a difficult time coming out of what must have been a very deep sleep.
"Well, well, well," Harrison said quietly with a smile, very pleased to see that he wasn't alone. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't remember much about the night before, other than that he was definitely drinking in a bar surrounded by plenty of gorgeous ladies. Apparently he had hooked up with one of them last night and she had taken him home to her...fully furnished basement?
He supposed he had heard of places that existed where people rented out their basements to tenants, they just didn't have anything like that where he was from. This girl was probably a college student or something and was getting to live in some family's basement for pretty cheap, he figured.
In reality, he found himself not really caring so much about those details in the moment. He studied what little of the girl he could see, which was just the back of her head and a little bit of her shoulders, the rest of her being covered by the blanket. She appeared to be wearing a white tank top. Her skin looked very smooth and flawless, tempting him to trace his fingers softly where it was exposed to him. He held back though. Even though they had clearly hooked up the night before, he figured that since he didn't even remember this girl's name or what she looked like, it would probably be a violation on his part to suddenly just start touching her.
He took a moment to assess his own situation and noticed that he was not wearing a shirt. He felt underneath the blanket and found that he was wearing underwear and a pair of loose fitting athletic shorts that felt as if they were a couple of sizes too big for him. He wasn't sure where he had gotten the athletic shorts from, as he had definitely not been wearing them the night before at the bar, but once again quickly decided to stop caring about that particular little detail and focus on the hot girl beside him.
She seemed to have fallen back asleep after the inaudible little noise she had made moments before. Feeling only a little bit bad about it, he carefully lifted the blanket up just enough to where he could see underneath it. "Noice," he whispered to himself as he saw that this girl wore nothing but a snug fitting white camisole and a tight pair of powder blue underwear that only seemed to cover barely more than half of her round little butt.
He thought briefly about putting his hand on her hip and snuggling up behind her, but once again decided that he'd be crossing a boundary by doing that. He did, however, scoot himself over towards her just slightly so that he could feel her warmth beside him. He turned his face towards her hair and inhaled, feeling a pleasant tingling course through his body as her feminine scent filled his nostrils. It was a strange sensation, but she smelled very familiar to him, and he couldn't pinpoint why.
"Emp zonk!" she said suddenly, this time lifting her head off of her pillow and staring at the wall in front of her.
"Hey, good morning," Harrison said softly, placing his hand lightly on the girl's shoulder as he turned to face her. The girl swiftly whipped her head around to look at him, and in that moment Harrison suddenly found himself face to face with his sister.
"What the fuck!" he shouted as he quickly got out of the bed, clumsily falling on the floor in the process.
"Harrison, what the hell!?" his sister cried out as she looked around the room.
"Wendy, what are you doing here?" Harrison said in a panic, trying desperately not to think about the fact that he had just checked out his little sister's butt.
"What am I doing here?" she replied as she studied the room. "What are either of us doing here, Harrison? Where the hell are we?"
"I don't know! I thought this was your place!"
Wendy paused and stared at her brother like he was an idiot. "Why the fuck would you think this was my place? How does that make any sense? You know where I live!"
"That was before I knew who you were! I...I thought I was laying in bed with some other girl who wasn't my sister, obviously, and that she and I had gotten drunk and hooked up last night and she brought me back to her place, but..." Harrison's words trailed off as he tried to remember any detail at all about the night before.
"But what?" Wendy took in her surroundings the best that she could, but having just woken up in a strange bed with her brother was making her feel very vulnerable and flustered, so she was having a hard time focusing. She also was having a tough time recalling any details about the previous night. Her short term memory was all in a haze at the moment.
"Wendy, where the hell are we?" Harrison asked as he looked around the room.
"I don't know! That's what I just asked, doofus!"
The two of them just sat still for a moment, Harrison on the floor and Wendy in the bed, and continued to search for some sign of familiarity. "Why don't we have a look around and try to figure this out," Harrison suggested after a long moment of them just sitting there.
"Okay," Wendy replied, pulling back the covers and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Eek!" she shrieked as she suddenly realized that she was bottomless except for a very small, very unfamiliar pair of light blue panties. She quickly grabbed the blanket and threw it over her legs once more. "Harrison, why the hell were we in bed together?" she moaned, her voice breaking partially from dehydration, and partially from her simply feeling overwhelmed and confused. "And why am I just wearing underwear and this little shirt? And where is your shirt?" Wendy looked back an forth between herself and her brother, a horrifying thought crossing her mind as she did. "Harrison, we didn't-"
"Don't even go there, Wendy," Harrison said, cutting her off. He knew what she was thinking, as it had briefly crossed his mind, too.
"Because that would be, like, the worst thing in the world, you know?"
"Oh believe me, I know. But nothing happened. It's not like we're naked or anything. So like I said, let's just not go there."
"But what the hell IS going on, Harrison!?"
Seeing the look of panic on his sister's face shifted Harrison straight into big brother mode. "Wendy, you know just as much about this situation as I do," he said calmly as he finally stood up off the floor. "Let's just focus on one thing at a time, okay? How about we just get ourselves dressed, and once we do that, we'll get the hell out of here, okay?"
Wendy nodded, thankful towards Harrison for taking the lead and easing her mind a bit.
"Do you see our clothes anywhere?" Harrison asked as he looked under and around the bed.
"No."
"Well can you get up and help me look?"
"I don't want you to see me in my underwear, Harrison! Hell, it's not even my underwear to begin with!"
Harrison looked at her. "What do you mean it's not your underwear?" he asked.
"I mean just that. It is literally not my underwear."
"Are you sure?"
"I know what my underwear looks like, Harrison, and this ain't it!"
"Well how the fuck did that happen!?"
"I don't know! I'm trying not to think about it too hard, because that's gonna make me hyperventilate!"
"Well...could you just wrap the bed sheet around your waist for now so you can help me look for our clothes?"
"Ugh, fine," Wendy said as she did just that. They spent the next several minutes searching the room everywhere for any sign of their clothes.
"There aren't even any clothes in this room at all, let alone ours," Harrison said as he looked around the room perplexed. "No dresser, no closet, nothing."
"Well it's a basement. Why would there be?" Wendy asked.
"It's a basement with a bathroom and a kitchen and a living area. Clearly this is someone's living space, but they don't have any clothes here? Seems strange."
"So what the fuck, we just have to walk out of here wearing what we've got on?"
"Guess so," Harrison resigned. They both looked over at the stairwell that went up and out of sight behind a wall and slowly made their way over to it. When they got to the bottom of it, they looked up and saw a large, metal door at the top. Harrison slowly began walking up the steps, Wendy trailing close behind him, keeping the sheet pulled tight around her waist.
"It's hard to see up here," Harrison said once he got to the top of the stairs. The windows did not extend to the part of the wall with the stairs on it, so there was very little light for them at that point. "I can't find the door handle." They spent the next couple of minutes feeling all around the metal door, neither of them able to find any kind of handle or knob. The whole door was just one large hunk of metal.
"Let's try pushing on it," Wendy suggested. Together they pushed gently on the door, first trying one side and then the other. It didn't budge. Again and again they tried, each time putting more and more force behind their bodies until they were trying with all their might to make the door open, but it didn't move.
"Did you see any other ways out of here when you were looking around for our clothes?" Harrison asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice as he spoke.
"I didn't," Wendy replied, her voice beginning to really crack.
