Across from a Grin

You sat on a rickety, precarious stool behind the tool shop counter. Anxiously swinging your fully-bared legs as each stranger wandered past the poster-cluttered window out front. Why had you agreed to do this?! Dressed in just the borrowed clothes you’d slept in and imagining all the awful things that man might be doing with your beloved step-sister in the rooms above. The urge to dash back upstairs and grab her away was palpable… an itch beneath your antsy ass that kept you shuffling and shuffling. But your own senses of self-doubt and duty held you back, just barely. You’d agreed to do a thing, whether that was due to cowardice or not, so now you had to see it through. That was just the way you’d been raised.

Besides… it wasn’t as if your step-sister had seemed unhappy to be where she was. Just what was she thinking, doing those things with him? How far did this deal of theirs go?! So often had she been the one to come rescue you, that you couldn’t quite parse the notion that she could need rescuing. She had smiled at you… with Skeg’s cock between her tits. Chatted away happily as if this was just another morning. Was that actually how every morning was going to go from now on? Could you live with that? Would you eventually just get used to it?!

So many questions… and with answers that might frighten you more than the askance. You swung your slender legs faster and took another large bite of slightly-burnt sweetness. This was not how you imagined running away with Jenny might end up like, at all. In any of those many times you had fantasised about such a thing, while scratching away in the back of a stuffy classroom… putting off the unavoidable approach of lunch break and its accompanying onslaught of teasing over your small stature and squeaky voice. At least those very things were now finally coming in useful. Though just how and why your step step-sister had come up with an escape plan that involved you pretending to be her female twin near indefinitely was another mystery to add to the pile. It had always been her that pushed the idea of playing dress-up when you were alone together… not that you had ever complained.

The creak of a door and jingle of its attached bell broke you panicking from these musings, nearly causing a swift **** by attempt to breathe poptart before you spluttered back to reality. Fortunately, you recognised the two men who entered almost instantly as the pair who had helped carry your bags up yesterday. ‘Rod’ and ‘Dave’, two rough-around-the-edges characters that looked just a little bit younger than Skeg. Rod was dark-haired and wiry, the sort of man that always seemed to be smoking half a cigarette and barely said more than two words together. While Dave was tattooed and muscular, with a shock of ginger hair and a wide smile almost plastered across his face at all times.

“Skeg ‘ere?” Asked the first entrant, barely giving you more than a glance.

“Um… yes. Up there… with my sister…” Was about all you could explain before the man sidled his way past and went straight on up. ‘Great’ you thought… now he was going to see her like that, too. Or… join in?! The dismay at that extra consideration nearly jolted you away from the fact that the other man was still stood opposite. Beaming like the village idiot.

“She’s a real ‘ccommadating lass, that sis of yours… pretty too!” He announced, looking for all the world as if this was the most generous of compliments he could make and that you should be basking with pride over it. “‘Course, that means you’re pretty too. Being twins an’ all…”

You felt the blush spreading up, right from the tips of your toes. All the way to blossom hot upon your cheeks. You’d never been flirted with before. Even as clumsily as this… and especially by a man. A man who stood a good foot and a half taller than you and bristled with easy, flexing confidence. You had no footing to prepare for this, unbalanced as you currently felt. But worst of all… There was something in the pit of your stomach that felt… warm. Something that wanted to reach out and cling to this one person who was actually being nice to you, right now. That set your soul a-spiralling more than anything else that had happened today. It left you wondering what your step-sister was feeling, as she actually let such people loose upon her own flesh and skin?

Dave was losing his stride a bit now though… clearly he had been expecting some sort of reply, rather than you just staring at him all that time. He began sidling towards the stairs as well.

“Anyways… we don’t ask questions round ‘ere. ‘Bout why people do what they do. But I gots to say Ol’ Skeg done more’n lucked out when he found yous two. Musta shook hands with the devil or summin’…”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you doubly flustered at being left alone while your step-sibling was further outnumbered. Whether that was still just out of fear for her… you were not so entirely sure.