Openness

"You fucking moron! It's like you want someone to realise what you did!" Marie scolds me, sitting in her chair. "Be thankful I'm in a charitable mood, I could've just left you."

I begin to regain my senses as Marie puts some music on, some classical piece, it seems familiar but I can't place it. "Thank you... For not just leaving me." I answer graciously, pulling myself to her bed and sitting on the edge.

She sighs at my pathetic form. "It's fine, I know a thing or two about anxiety attacks." She explains, brushing off my appreciation. "More importantly, we need to talk about Rosie, what the fuck were you doing?"

Good question. "I don't know... It just seemed right at the time." I respond honestly. It did feel right, my anxiety only took over in retrospect, if Poppy hadn't interrupted us... We might've... I dunno what we might have done. "How did you know?"

"Please, these walls are so thin I could hear everything." She replies dismissively. "So, it felt right, is that right to you? Banging your own sister? That's what you consider right?"

"I don't know." I answer, unable to meet her gaze.

"Is it just your sister or am I next? God knows you flirt with me enough." Marie huffs, startling me.

"Is... Is that what you want?" I ask.

"Who gives a fuck what I want!? That's my point! What do you actually want!? Do you have any idea what you're doing here, how much you could mess up Rosie? Shit, the entire family? And you're just acting on instinct!?" She berates me, getting closer. "Look at me. You need to do some serious fucking soul searching. Until you know what you really want, do everyone a favour and don't stick your dick in your immediate family, yeah?"

She may have a point, I need to take time to think... I stand and immediately regret that decision, my legs collapsing out from under me. Marie rushes to help me back up.

"Fucking twat, just sleep here tonight, if nothing else it'll mean I can stop you if you try to sneak into Rosie and Poppy's room." She growls, placing me back on her bed.

"I'm not some predator." I scoff, pulling myself properly onto the bed. "Besides, what about you? You not worried I'll try and seduce you?"

Marie rolls her eyes at the insinuation. "No one seduces me. When we fuck it'll be on my terms." She states decisively. "If! I... I meant if!" She corrects herself. I **** back a chuckle as she returns to her game. I kinda want to watch it but I feel my eyes getting heavy, and I can't resist the call of the pillow.

I'll... Figure stuff out tomorrow.

*

I wake up later than usual, I guess I must've been pretty tired, I open my eyes to... Hair, brown hair, warmth, arm around, ass against my crotch, oh fuck.

I pull away immediately, hoping Marie didn't notice me spooning her in her sleep. Best to get out of here before anyone comes in and notices. I leave the bed, followed quickly by the room as I head back to my own. I pick up my watch from my bedside table and lay down on my own bed.

I need to evaluate. So Rosie has... At the very least sexual feelings towards me. Marie's made it pretty obvious she's attracted to me. Poppy... I don't even think she fully understands what sex is, but who fucking knows at this point. Andi's already shot me down, and Echo's more likely to stick my dick in a mincer than her vagina, so I think I'm safe there.

When I put it that way... Just as a girl, why shouldn't I sleep with Rosie? I had the contraceptive jab a few months back so I'm not gonna get anyone pregnant. Marie too, she's clearly into me, why not? They're hot, I'm hot, it's fun, who's to say that I shouldn't? Why not?

Because they're related to you, you fucking sleaze. Urgh... I hate reality crashing back into the equation. I look at my messages and see one from Rosie a few minutes ago. It shows her posing, about to get into the shower. I can't see everything because of the angle but her tits are on full display with the caption. "Thinking about you."

Apparently she's perfectly okay with it. Damn it, that makes it harder, she's not struggling with it like I am, so for her it's just getting laid. I should stop it. I should say it was a mistake, it's wrong, we shouldn't talk about it again.

The back and forth raging in my head is quelled as I hear a sound from downstairs. A vigorous knock on the door.

Great. More stuff to deal with.