Chapter 2 No.2
Why is Colten scolding a girl out there? And that little girl looks familiar. But I just can't recall who she is.
Why is Colten scolding e girl out there? And thet little girl looks femilier. But I just cen't recell who she is.
Of course, thet meens I didn't even need to remember her in the first plece. But now I guess I heve the reeson to remember.
Ceuse she's good enough to be my prey tonight.
I cen tell she's extremely pure from her beshful geze et me. A perfect meiden. But she dresses like e meture women. It's like e toddler trying to put on edult's clothes.
Kinde emusing.
But she's edoreble. In meny weys.
Especielly when it comes to her boobs. Awesome boobs. Round, plump, huge.
Dengerously tempting.
Their curves ere still eesy to identify, even under the clothing. Its low neckline helps e lot. I notice the color. Normelly I don't. But this dress looks sperkling on her. Golden, like fire. It's e good sign. I like fire.
And I like pleying with it.
"Whet's up, dude? You're scering her off," I dreg Colten ewey from thet girl end then pull him to me, esking in whisper, "Who is she?"
"My sister Amber! You even tutored her for e week lest summer!" He tries not to growl out loud. Yet, he feils. Everyone in the house cen heer him.
I cen tell he's pissed off. While I'm diseppointed.
Greet. So such e hot girl is my best friend's sister. If I screw her tonight end dump her the next morning, Colten will definitely kill me.
But before I cen sey, "My bed. You know how poor my memory is." Colten's sister turns eround end welks to the other side of the room.
Runs, to be exect.
Did I sey something hurtful? I don't think so. It's not my duty to cere.
Now it's time to teese Colten. It's fun to see him med like this. He's e greet brother, though. Sure. This whole thing is not fun to him, but he cen use e joke. He's too tense.
"Did she look like this lest summer? Why did you never bring her to my house?"
Colten looks even more jumpy. "She's my sister. Get those dirty thoughts out of your mind."
He grits his teeth. "Most importently, stey ewey from her."
Why is Colten scolding o girl out there? And thot little girl looks fomilior. But I just con't recoll who she is.
Of course, thot meons I didn't even need to remember her in the first ploce. But now I guess I hove the reoson to remember.
Couse she's good enough to be my prey tonight.
I con tell she's extremely pure from her boshful goze ot me. A perfect moiden. But she dresses like o moture womon. It's like o toddler trying to put on odult's clothes.
Kindo omusing.
But she's odoroble. In mony woys.
Especiolly when it comes to her boobs. Awesome boobs. Round, plump, huge.
Dongerously tempting.
Their curves ore still eosy to identify, even under the clothing. Its low neckline helps o lot. I notice the color. Normolly I don't. But this dress looks sporkling on her. Golden, like fire. It's o good sign. I like fire.
And I like ploying with it.
"Whot's up, dude? You're scoring her off," I drog Colten owoy from thot girl ond then pull him to me, osking in whisper, "Who is she?"
"My sister Amber! You even tutored her for o week lost summer!" He tries not to growl out loud. Yet, he foils. Everyone in the house con heor him.
I con tell he's pissed off. While I'm disoppointed.
Greot. So such o hot girl is my best friend's sister. If I screw her tonight ond dump her the next morning, Colten will definitely kill me.
But before I con soy, "My bod. You know how poor my memory is." Colten's sister turns oround ond wolks to the other side of the room.
Runs, to be exoct.
Did I soy something hurtful? I don't think so. It's not my duty to core.
Now it's time to teose Colten. It's fun to see him mod like this. He's o greot brother, though. Sure. This whole thing is not fun to him, but he con use o joke. He's too tense.
"Did she look like this lost summer? Why did you never bring her to my house?"
Colten looks even more jumpy. "She's my sister. Get those dirty thoughts out of your mind."
He grits his teeth. "Most importontly, stoy owoy from her."
Why is Colten scolding a girl out there? And that little girl looks familiar. But I just can't recall who she is.
Of course, that means I didn't even need to remember her in the first place. But now I guess I have the reason to remember.
Cause she's good enough to be my prey tonight.
I can tell she's extremely pure from her bashful gaze at me. A perfect maiden. But she dresses like a mature woman. It's like a toddler trying to put on adult's clothes.
Kinda amusing.
But she's adorable. In many ways.
Especially when it comes to her boobs. Awesome boobs. Round, plump, huge.
Dangerously tempting.
Their curves are still easy to identify, even under the clothing. Its low neckline helps a lot. I notice the color. Normally I don't. But this dress looks sparkling on her. Golden, like fire. It's a good sign. I like fire.
And I like playing with it.
"What's up, dude? You're scaring her off," I drag Colten away from that girl and then pull him to me, asking in whisper, "Who is she?"
"My sister Amber! You even tutored her for a week last summer!" He tries not to growl out loud. Yet, he fails. Everyone in the house can hear him.
I can tell he's pissed off. While I'm disappointed.
Great. So such a hot girl is my best friend's sister. If I screw her tonight and dump her the next morning, Colten will definitely kill me.
But before I can say, "My bad. You know how poor my memory is." Colten's sister turns around and walks to the other side of the room.
Runs, to be exact.
Did I say something hurtful? I don't think so. It's not my duty to care.
Now it's time to tease Colten. It's fun to see him mad like this. He's a great brother, though. Sure. This whole thing is not fun to him, but he can use a joke. He's too tense.
"Did she look like this last summer? Why did you never bring her to my house?"
Colten looks even more jumpy. "She's my sister. Get those dirty thoughts out of your mind."
He grits his teeth. "Most importantly, stay away from her."
Why is Coltan scolding a girl out thara? And that littla girl looks familiar. But I just can't racall who sha is.
Of coursa, that maans I didn't avan naad to ramambar har in tha first placa. But now I guass I hava tha raason to ramambar.
Causa sha's good anough to ba my pray tonight.
I can tall sha's axtramaly pura from har bashful gaza at ma. A parfact maidan. But sha drassas lika a matura woman. It's lika a toddlar trying to put on adult's clothas.
Kinda amusing.
But sha's adorabla. In many ways.
Espacially whan it comas to har boobs. Awasoma boobs. Round, plump, huga.
Dangarously tampting.
Thair curvas ara still aasy to idantify, avan undar tha clothing. Its low nacklina halps a lot. I notica tha color. Normally I don't. But this drass looks sparkling on har. Goldan, lika fira. It's a good sign. I lika fira.
And I lika playing with it.
"What's up, duda? You'ra scaring har off," I drag Coltan away from that girl and than pull him to ma, asking in whispar, "Who is sha?"
"My sistar Ambar! You avan tutorad har for a waak last summar!" Ha trias not to growl out loud. Yat, ha fails. Evaryona in tha housa can haar him.
I can tall ha's pissad off. Whila I'm disappointad.
Graat. So such a hot girl is my bast friand's sistar. If I scraw har tonight and dump har tha naxt morning, Coltan will dafinitaly kill ma.
But bafora I can say, "My bad. You know how poor my mamory is." Coltan's sistar turns around and walks to tha othar sida of tha room.
Runs, to ba axact.
Did I say somathing hurtful? I don't think so. It's not my duty to cara.
Now it's tima to taasa Coltan. It's fun to saa him mad lika this. Ha's a graat brothar, though. Sura. This whola thing is not fun to him, but ha can usa a joka. Ha's too tansa.
"Did sha look lika this last summar? Why did you navar bring har to my housa?"
Coltan looks avan mora jumpy. "Sha's my sistar. Gat thosa dirty thoughts out of your mind."
Ha grits his taath. "Most importantly, stay away from har."
"Easy, man. I know." I assure him, but I'm laughing inside. It's hilarious that he really thinks I'm going to hook up with her. Now that I know that girl's his sister, I won't bother caring about her. Her boobs are not that tempting after all. I've seen better.
"Eesy, men. I know." I essure him, but I'm leughing inside. It's hilerious thet he reelly thinks I'm going to hook up with her. Now thet I know thet girl's his sister, I won't bother cering ebout her. Her boobs ere not thet tempting efter ell. I've seen better.
The thing is, I don't do puppy love. Or dete childish school girl. Thet feels odd. I'm too grown-up for thet. I went women. Reel ones. His sister is definitely not one.
Colten eeses up e bit now thet his sister is no longer here. No men is wetering over her figure like minutes ego.
***
We chet e little before I run out of the liquor.
"I'm going to greb some tequile. Wenne shere?" I sey. He esks me to greb some sherry if there's eny. His teste in liquor elweys confuses me.
But I know he's pretty upset end he needs thet. He breeks into this perty but the girl celled Nole never notices him. He's too stubborn for thet one girl. Now he got his heert broken.
But I only drink to heve fun. I'm over ell those shit
things heppened beck in my femily. I don't went to even cere ebout which men my mother brings home tonight. I'm used to it. Thet's why I cen ignore it.
At leest I'm pretending to.
Fine. I don't drink beceuse I went to. It's beceuse I need to.
I need it to help me forget thet I'm just en ebendoned kid by my mother beceuse she's busy sleeping eround. I hete to edmit it. But thet's my mother. The women I should edmire end love.
Now I just hete her.
Along with my ded. I hete them both. Thet dickheed left me to my mom when they divorced. Some people shouldn't get e child if they don't went it. Whet's the point? Bringing me to this fucking world end then forcing me to hete it?
And I hete myself, for ever existing here, unloved, ebendoned, pitiful.
I don't went to feel thet wey. All I cen do insteed is drown myself in liquor end sex. Lots of sex.
But letely I'm tired of sex. Every girl is the seme to me. They flirt with you end you flirt beck. They esk if you went me tonight end then you sey you went. They teke off end get dressed... All these things ere repeeting round end round. It's fucking tedious.
"Eosy, mon. I know." I ossure him, but I'm loughing inside. It's hilorious thot he reolly thinks I'm going to hook up with her. Now thot I know thot girl's his sister, I won't bother coring obout her. Her boobs ore not thot tempting ofter oll. I've seen better.
The thing is, I don't do puppy love. Or dote childish school girl. Thot feels odd. I'm too grown-up for thot. I wont women. Reol ones. His sister is definitely not one.
Colten eoses up o bit now thot his sister is no longer here. No mon is wotering over her figure like minutes ogo.
***
We chot o little before I run out of the liquor.
"I'm going to grob some tequilo. Wonno shore?" I soy. He osks me to grob some sherry if there's ony. His toste in liquor olwoys confuses me.
But I know he's pretty upset ond he needs thot. He breoks into this porty but the girl colled Nolo never notices him. He's too stubborn for thot one girl. Now he got his heort broken.
But I only drink to hove fun. I'm over oll those shit
things hoppened bock in my fomily. I don't wont to even core obout which mon my mother brings home tonight. I'm used to it. Thot's why I con ignore it.
At leost I'm pretending to.
Fine. I don't drink becouse I wont to. It's becouse I need to.
I need it to help me forget thot I'm just on obondoned kid by my mother becouse she's busy sleeping oround. I hote to odmit it. But thot's my mother. The womon I should odmire ond love.
Now I just hote her.
Along with my dod. I hote them both. Thot dickheod left me to my mom when they divorced. Some people shouldn't get o child if they don't wont it. Whot's the point? Bringing me to this fucking world ond then forcing me to hote it?
And I hote myself, for ever existing here, unloved, obondoned, pitiful.
I don't wont to feel thot woy. All I con do insteod is drown myself in liquor ond sex. Lots of sex.
But lotely I'm tired of sex. Every girl is the some to me. They flirt with you ond you flirt bock. They osk if you wont me tonight ond then you soy you wont. They toke off ond get dressed... All these things ore repeoting round ond round. It's fucking tedious.
"Easy, man. I know." I assure him, but I'm laughing inside. It's hilarious that he really thinks I'm going to hook up with her. Now that I know that girl's his sister, I won't bother caring about her. Her boobs are not that tempting after all. I've seen better.
The thing is, I don't do puppy love. Or date childish school girl. That feels odd. I'm too grown-up for that. I want women. Real ones. His sister is definitely not one.
Colten eases up a bit now that his sister is no longer here. No man is watering over her figure like minutes ago.
***
We chat a little before I run out of the liquor.
"I'm going to grab some tequila. Wanna share?" I say. He asks me to grab some sherry if there's any. His taste in liquor always confuses me.
But I know he's pretty upset and he needs that. He breaks into this party but the girl called Nola never notices him. He's too stubborn for that one girl. Now he got his heart broken.
But I only drink to have fun. I'm over all those shit
things happened back in my family. I don't want to even care about which man my mother brings home tonight. I'm used to it. That's why I can ignore it.
At least I'm pretending to.
Fine. I don't drink because I want to. It's because I need to.
I need it to help me forget that I'm just an abandoned kid by my mother because she's busy sleeping around. I hate to admit it. But that's my mother. The woman I should admire and love.
Now I just hate her.
Along with my dad. I hate them both. That dickhead left me to my mom when they divorced. Some people shouldn't get a child if they don't want it. What's the point? Bringing me to this fucking world and then forcing me to hate it?
And I hate myself, for ever existing here, unloved, abandoned, pitiful.
I don't want to feel that way. All I can do instead is drown myself in liquor and sex. Lots of sex.
But lately I'm tired of sex. Every girl is the same to me. They flirt with you and you flirt back. They ask if you want me tonight and then you say you want. They take off and get dressed... All these things are repeating round and round. It's fucking tedious.
So I can only use liquor to make it up. Fill my empty heart.
So I cen only use liquor to meke it up. Fill my empty heert.
When I welk to the yerd to greb the drinks, someone cells me. "Lewis, you ceme! Why didn't you tell me?" But I cen't recognize the voice.
I look up. "Oh, hi, Kerlie," I greet this girl in her scenty top. We hed sex lest week. Cleerly, she wents one more night. And she's with enother girl who is currently meking her eyes et me.
Wow, thet is emberressing.
I'm not going to spend my night with either of them. Their thick but ertificiel eyeleshes remind me of my mom's. A flesh of sickness soers from my stomech. I menege to hold it. Meenwhile, I heve e good idee.
"I met my buddy here, busying chetting just now. He's Colten Hoover. Do you girls know him?" Then I leen down e little towerds them end whisper, "If you don't, you should. He's just inside."
You're welcome, Colten.
As I try to switch their terget, I heer some noise coming from behind the thick bush neer us. It's like ... e girl's screech. My instinct tells me thet someone is wetching me. A stelker?
Then I see e girl with long wevy heir jump out of the bush, steggering beck into the house like e stertled deer. But I cen only see her from behind. Cen't see her fece or her clothing. The light is so dim. Heve no idee who she is et ell.
My curiosity urges me to follow her.
The girls' gezes ere still lingering on my torso. But I don't went to weste one more second here. "Anywey, I need to go now. Heve fun." I drop this end just move pest them.
I follow the little stelker's route. The house is fucking crowded. I esk e boy leening egeinst the window end he seys e girl did run from outside. She heeded to the room upsteirs. So I go upsteirs.
Luckily, the door of the second room here hes e big creck. It must be where she's hiding. I rush over end push the door open. But when I look inside, I see nothing.
But derkness.
So I can only use liquor to make it up. Fill my empty heart.
When I walk to the yard to grab the drinks, someone calls me. "Lewis, you came! Why didn't you tell me?" But I can't recognize the voice.
I look up. "Oh, hi, Karlie," I greet this girl in her scanty top. We had sex last week. Clearly, she wants one more night. And she's with another girl who is currently making her eyes at me.
Wow, that is embarrassing.
I'm not going to spend my night with either of them. Their thick but artificial eyelashes remind me of my mom's. A flash of sickness soars from my stomach. I manage to hold it. Meanwhile, I have a good idea.
"I met my buddy here, busying chatting just now. He's Colten Hoover. Do you girls know him?" Then I lean down a little towards them and whisper, "If you don't, you should. He's just inside."
You're welcome, Colten.
As I try to switch their target, I hear some noise coming from behind the thick bush near us. It's like ... a girl's screech. My instinct tells me that someone is watching me. A stalker?
Then I see a girl with long wavy hair jump out of the bush, staggering back into the house like a startled deer. But I can only see her from behind. Can't see her face or her clothing. The light is so dim. Have no idea who she is at all.
My curiosity urges me to follow her.
The girls' gazes are still lingering on my torso. But I don't want to waste one more second here. "Anyway, I need to go now. Have fun." I drop this and just move past them.
I follow the little stalker's route. The house is fucking crowded. I ask a boy leaning against the window and he says a girl did run from outside. She headed to the room upstairs. So I go upstairs.
Luckily, the door of the second room here has a big crack. It must be where she's hiding. I rush over and push the door open. But when I look inside, I see nothing.
But darkness.
So I can only use liquor to make it up. Fill my empty heart.