A maternal interruption.

I had just made my sister masturbate in front of me. In hiding. But in front of me nonetheless. To be fair, I also just gave her the best orgasm a woman had the luxury of experiencing in the whole neighborhood. Maybe. A nutty chuckle escaped me and I shook my head, lifted out of my sexual hunger and finally coming to terms with what I'd just done.

Typically there would probably be reflection. A cooldown. Meditative thoughts. But mostly I just felt incredibly free. Free to do... anything. Anything I, as a hormone-fueled teenager at his final year of secondary education, obviously had the most immediate interest in seeing; beyond just fruitless fantasy, or made-up tall tales, or amateur porn. All the things that at first were just dysfunctional wishes, now could be for real.

My eyes drifted to my mark-embedded wrist. This barely scratched the surface. I could feel it.

I also felt the sharp fold of a palm slap the back of my head, and I swiveled back to see none other than the queen of the mansion herself glaring down at me.

"M-mom?" There she stood, in her full, middle-aged loveliness. "You're home--"

"Daniel Redding Easley, what do you think you're doing?" She was still wearing her modest nurse uniform, which meant she didn't even make it to the bathtub to soak her body in. Cowering under her piercing black eyes and raven black hair, which was cropped to about her neck and crisply decorated her attractive womanly face, I felt myself thinking up of some kind of excuse, or reason.

After deciding on a lie, I spoke up. "I'm--"

"You know," she cut me off again, and before I could try to salvage the pieces of my story in my mind I noticed the slight crimson across her face as she continued, "sometimes a woman's gotta do what she's gotta do. That gives you no right to go peeking!" She threw her arm behind me, shutting the door. Once back in front of me, she gave a firm stare. "Understood?"

The look on her face told me she was a bit flustered at the subject. My sister was never a real promiscuous character; I myself never had the thought cross my mind often before then, but were I, somehow, in some lascivious state of mind that would have proved truly uncharacteristic of me, decided to settle on peeking on my masturbating sister, I would likely have come out empty-eyed anyway. She rarely gave any indication of such private time being spent on herself. When she did, it was doubtless without any of us around to confirm it.

So to walk into that **** of desire-maddened regurgitation, then this sight of brother looking through bedroom door, then the undeniable look on that face of mine -- it was probably making for a somewhat awkward way to kick off the morning, at least on Rosa Easley's end here.

"And," another furrowed brow descended upon her as she just realized something, "what are you doing here instead of at school?"

Uh-oh, I cursed. School... right, I...

"I..."

I was cornered.

It was a hold-up and I was held up, tongue stilled like a samurai's blade by honor.

But of course, how could I have been, forever? After all, I wasn't held by the same conditions as everybody else anymore.

If you were there and looked hard enough, or was just easily distracted, you might have seen a soft glow emit from my wrist. As it came to pass, it turned out I suddenly had an idea.