It's Complicated

"Dear Popsicle, I think you misunderstood what I meant." Sienna sighs, resting her head on her hand. Poppy returned full of eagerness to tell us about their conversation... Which consisted of her ordering another drink.

Poppy has a long way to go before she's a master seductress... Like here to the moon long. "But he smiled at me, that's a good sign, right?" She protests, trying to see the silver lining in her attempt.

"It's a sign that he's been trained on customer service." Marie replies non-committally, trying not to kick my sister while she's down.

"Don't listen to them." Rosie interjects. "I think you were brave, I bet he was just too flabbergasted to reply properly!" She adds, pulling Poppy into a hug.

Sienna and Marie don't seem convinced, but they're not going to put Poppy down more, it'd be like yelling at a puppy because it brought the wrong stick. "Are we going to skip over you using the word flabbergasted?" I laugh, trying to distract from the embarrassing situation.

"Yeah, I'm convinced you're secretly a hundred years old." Marie chips in, causing a shocked scowl to appear on Rosie's face. I know this song and dance, now she's gonna pout and go quiet, it always happens.

"I've changed my mind, go back to mocking Poppy." She jokes, causing Poppy to laugh along with us. Okay, maybe not always... Maybe sometimes she can banter with the rest of us... Maybe everything that's going on is helping her come out of her shell, feel less isolated? Who knows?

Sure as fuck not me, I think that's well established.

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Returning home is an exhausting affair, there's no avoiding my bag carrying duty, even if it is just to and from the car. Luckily my ribs don't give me too much trouble, so it doesn't take long. After which Sienna announces her departure.

"Aww, can't you stay the night?" Poppy pleads, enjoying her newfound mentor's company.

"Sadly not, Popsicle, I have a bed that's calling to me, and hopefully someone waiting to fill it, but you're welcome to visit tomorrow... Preferably in the afternoon." Our cousin responds slyly. "I'll text you the address, it's above a bar, your parents used to live there before me, funnily enough." She adds, fiddling with her watch before Poppy's lights up.

As everyone says goodbye to Sienna I take the opportunity to go and wash my face, I'm knackered and I know I'll forget to wash my make-up off if I don't do it now... Not that I bothered to put much on.

I turn the tap on and begin to splash some of the water on my face before reaching for the wipes to remove the effects. I turn the tap off and look in the mirror, should be fine, I got most of it. At this point I hear a knock on the door.

"I'll just be a second." I respond, before I see the door open in the mirror. "I said hang on!" I growl.

"You're so cranky." Rosie's voice responds as she enters the room, closing the door behind her. I don't have time to question her intentions before she locks the door. "Perhaps I can put you in a better mood." She smiles, before slowly walking towards me.

Alarm bells are ringing in my head, I turn around and put my hands on her shoulders to stop her getting nearer. "Wait... Rose, we should talk... About everything." I state, trying my hardest to refrain from meeting her gaze as he eyes pierce into my face. "This stuff's complex, we should, I dunno, come up with a plan or something."

Rosie sighs at my hesitance. "You of all people want to plan ahead? Alright, fine. What're you worried about?" She asks.

That's a very simple question with a lot of different answers. "Look, I want... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested, but we need to lay some ground rules, like no one else can find out." I command, finally getting my mind together.

"Yeah, no shit." Rosie snorts. "Alright, how about, no jealousy, we can still fuck other people?" She offers.

"Right... Out of curiosity, who else were you planning on fucking?" I reply, running through the list of potential candidates in my head. Rosie simply answers with a wink. "Never mind, but are you sure that's okay?"

My sister rolls her eyes at me. "Yes, I'm sure, I told you. I wasn't bothered that you were looking at other girls, it bothered me that you only looked at other girls." She clarifies, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. "Now... Do you want to keep talking or can we start making out now?"

My mind knows there's still more to talk about, but my brain isn't making the decisions right now. Without even taking a breath I press my lips to hers and the same sense of serenity washes over me, I can't worry about the right or wrong... I can't worry about anything.

Rosie responds by pressing her body into me, I can feel my erection digging into her stomach through my jeans. I place an arm just under her arse and lift her up, swinging her onto the counter housing the sink. She squeals in delight as she's thrown around, holding onto me tighter.

I break our lips apart and move my mouth to her neck, planting a new kiss as I hear her moans in my ear. "Oh fuck... I want you to fuck me." She begs, taking my hand in hers and leading it up her dress. I can feel the soft cotton of her underwear, stained with the wet sensation of what lies underneath.

Knock. There's always a knock.

"Rosie, are you almost done in there?" I hear Poppy's voice ask. I love my sister, but she is the world's biggest cockblock... Ironically when I'm getting off with my other sister, who seems to panic at the arrival.

"Oh! I- I'll just be a minute." She replies, her voice cracking at the sudden shift in tone. "I'm just in the shower."

"Oh Okay..." Poppy replies, seemingly concerned. "Could I come in? I really want to talk to you."

The panic spreads on Rosie's face. Those two have always been so close that them chatting while one's showering wouldn't be out of the ordinary... But it'd certainly be weird for Rosie to refuse.

"I... I- You know, I can't right now." Rosie stammers, searching for an answer in her lust-addled mind. "I- I'm masturbating."

Her faces contorts into a painful cringe as my own can't hide my confusion. Of all things, that's what you decided would be the best thing to say? If I say anything we're fucked, but it's really hard not to scream at such a miserable attempt at sending her away.

"Oh. Erm... I... We'll talk later... Have fun!" Poppy replies, clearly as confused and shocked as me at Rosie's lack of decent excuses. We hear the door to their room close from across the hall, leaving me still stood there in disbelief.

"It was all I could think of!" Rosie explains desperately, her face red with embarrassment. I want to berate her for being so tactless, or for almost giving us away... But I can't. I can't help but laugh, followed shortly by her laughing too. We cackle, leaning on each other until we recover.

Maybe... Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought it would be.