He really fucking thinks I’ll do this… that’s what pisses me off most. “Bro I’ve caught you looking so many times”. Fucking idiot… Slamming the kitchen drawer shut, I took a bite of the apple. It was admittedly rare of me to be this angry, this flustered. Maybe it was because mom and dad weren’t here to beat his ass for this shit.
and who the fuck is he calling “bro”. I’m not one of his freak gamer buddies I’m his fucking sister. What the hell is actually wrong with him? I didn’t register that I was pacing, much less that I had an audience smugly watching from the pool. Happy with the view of irritation through the window.
I wasn’t looking at him, I know I wasn’t. He doesn’t buy shorts that fully cover… and it doesn’t even matter, it’s so fucking sick. I only have so many places to look, I was fazed out, dazed out. It wasn’t like I was looking at his fucking dick, I mean sure it worked out that way. But that…