Day 3 – The Wrong Seat

Despite being lovers, Cass and Khloe spent most of their time in their rooms talking and hanging out. When they slept, they never embraced or even kissed. In fact, most of the time they kissed was in front of me and rarely with any heat. I figured this might be the serum taking effect, but it could be they weren’t as enthusiastic about their romantic relationship as they claim, or at least my sister claimed. Regardless, I gave them their personal space and spent most of the days by myself reading or doing chores around the shelter. Soon the girlfriend serum would take effect in much more obvious ways than just slips of the tongue.

In the morning, I made oatmeal which they ate happily, though Cass still complained she wanted avocados and bananas. I had to explain that there wasn’t a Whole Foods in my storage hold.

I was in the lounge watching a movie on my huge media server full of thousands and thousands of movies and TV shows I downloaded before all the internet went down. Cass and Khloe both joined me.

“Whatcha, watching?” Cass asked as she entered the lounge with Khloe.

“Sweet Home Alabama,” I said. It was a pretty shit movie, but I was bored.

“Oh, that’s with Reese Witherspoon, right?” Cass asked.

I nodded. Khloe made her way to the sofa next to me and sat. Cass, however, made her way to my couch and positioned in front of me. Cass bent down and sat on my lap. I could feel her squishy soft buttocks on my thighs. I was startled at first and examined Cass carefully. Khloe looked over and reacted instantly.

“You two must be really close. Do you normally sit on his lap, Cassidy?” Khloe asked, a look of confusion on her face.

Cassidy looked down and was startled. She got up and reddened like she got caught wetting herself.

“I-I…” Cass stammered. “Adam, what did you do!”

“I was sitting here the whole time. Why are you so upset? I think it’s sweet you want to sit on your big brother’s lap,” I said, smiling.

Cass reddened even more and huffed, “I know it’s your fault somehow!”

I raised my brow, and Cassidy stormed out.

“What’s her problem?” I asked.

“She’s just on edge with all that’s happening,” Khloe said. “I’ll go talk with her sweetheart.”

I raised my brow at that as she left. As Khloe left, she didn’t correct herself or seemed embarrassed like the last time she slipped a term of endearment towards me.