Morning's First Sight

The next morning you woke up late but still tired… the night had been an endless morass of internal tossing and turning, while trying actually not to disturb that all-important embrace at all. Waking up to find yourself alone on the mattress, with the sun glaring in and cars beeping outside, was a hollowing feeling. Yet a clatter came through from the other room, so you blearily gathered yourself together enough to go and check Jenny did, in fact, still exist.

Rubbing your eyes with the backs of scrunched up fists; you stumbled through the doorway with a wide yawn. Everything felt a bit foggy still… as though you were trapped in the clutches of a dream. Half-remembered segments of a nightmare you might have had were itching around the corners of your vision. Of a creepy, balding figure standing over you at the end of the makeshift bed. Watching you and your step-sister sleep with malicious intent. So it was rather horrifying to pull your hands away and finally find clear vision… only to see Skeg’s tooth-gap grin beaming over at you.

Your new and already disreputable landlord was already leering over the top of your step-sister once more, leaning against the back of the couch. While she was completely topless and voluntarily pushing her naked breasts together to make a valley for him to thrust through. You stood aghast to see those perfect, fleshy orbs; not the biggest but far finer than any brief glimpse into a classmate’s elicit magazine that you’d been teased with up till now; being utilised by this awful, ugly man. You had caught glimpses of the things… through cracks in doors and in mirrors when your dear step-sister had oh-so-trustingly asked you to turn your back as she changed. But to have them fully laid out before you now… in this manner… It stole all the air from your body. Causing your legs to tremble with rage and… other things. You stared up at Skeg and caught him smirking like the happiest pig in the sty. Gloatingly enJoying the look of pure horror that must surely be splashed across your face.

Jenny, however… didn’t seem to register your reaction at all. “Morning sleepyhead!” She offered in a singsong voice, craning her neck round to smile at you while not missing a beat in the rhythm she and the old man were sharing. “There’s some pop tarts half-toasted on the side there… I got a bit distracted when ol’ Skeggy turned up.”

There wasn’t a hint of suggestion in her tone that such an intrusion had been unexpected. Nor that the current arrangement they were in had taken much ****. Nothing to reach out for in indicating that having her ‘twin’ brother walk in on her being tit-fucked by the landlord was anything to be shocked about. You found yourself caught in the calm nonchalance of the room’s atmosphere… sure that there should be some great fuss to be made about this, but not confident enough to take up that mantle yourself.

...and there was another problem. You were stood there in just that baggy t-shirt and the borrowed panties from the day before. Your smooth, little legs poking out at suitably feminine angles and hair its usual tangled, tomboyish mess of a morning. Yet, seeing what you were seeing was awakening a distinct feeling of tightness around the lacy waist of your underwear. If the properly-named Mr Skellins’ eyes continued to wander up and down your half-dressed self as eagerly as they were… it seemed inevitable that they might find a bulge where they were least expecting. You couldn’t deal with that now. It was all too much already! You ran toward the toaster in just the hopes of having a counter to lean against. Though unable to parse the idea of food slipping down your dried up throat anytime soon.

Karl Skellins had other plans however… Offering you an escape, but also further worries. “Actually sweetheart… I don’t suppose you could just chew through that downstairs behind the counter, could you? Looks like me an’ your sis might be here for a while yet... an’ I was s’posed to open up an hour ago…”

The request stunned you almost more than the vision of him and your step-sister had. The already advantage-taking old creep wanted you to open up his shop while he stayed here and slid his ugly penis back and forth through your beloved step-sibling’s breasts?! How could anyone have the nerve to ask something like that?! You stared at him with your jaw hanging open, searching for any possible logical retort.

“B-but I don’t know how to-… I-I’ve never worked in a-… I-I’m only wearing... What if a customer comes?”

He grinned a most magnanimous grin, waving aside all such complaints. “Oh, no-one’s likely to turn up at this hour… I don’t get any business really, till well past noon… It’s just the look of the thing- Shop's gotta look open. You can just sit behind the counter and munch!”

You still couldn’t quite believe this was happening… But the idea of being anywhere else was incredibly alluring. You couldn’t face Jenny and what she was doing in your current state either, for all manner of reasons. Without another word you scuttled off towards the door bare-footed, hoping against hope you could find some clear air down there.

Just as you were exiting the flat, however… one more call came out from behind you:

“Oh! And if Rod and Dave come round again, just send ‘em on up…”