Downstairs

You crept down each step slyly, watching your sister like a hawk. She continued running her hand through a forest of blue pubes, absentmindedly staring at the television in a near catatonic state.

"Sup, sis" You said, having landed on the bottom step without her noticing. She jumped, and then laughed.

"Fuck, Doug! You scared me." Catalysed by the jump-scare, your sister threw on her pair of matching blue panties before spreading her legs out on the couch. Your eyes drifted downwards after her frantic attempt; her underwear was poorly fit from the front, brandishing an outline of her massive cock, bunched up and coiled like thick rope. Stray blue hairs reached out from underneath the wool fabric, like unkempt grass trying to break free onto a sidewalk. Crystal looked at you; and while you quickly averted your eyes to match her stare, a quick heartbeat twanged your throat as a wily smile crossed her lips. Crystal patted the cushion next to her, a universal sign that she wanted you to sit down on the couch.

"Come watch some TV with me, dude! Relax a little." The last words rolled off of her tongue as if she was trying to convince someone to take a shot of tequila; they found their mark regardless, as you sat down on the couch. The fabric grazed your legs and brought flashbacks of last night; looking behind your sister, who had scooched closer, you swore Lisa's imprint on the sofa was still there. Crystal had put on some awful lifetime reality show which you suspected was some attempt to create some background noise as she turned, cross-legged, to face you, her breath slightly landing on your face in a curious rhythm. Her deep blue hair accentuated her hazel eyes, which stared through you with a shrewd intent, as if she had been an archaeologist that found a secret passageway on a dig site. Crystal raised an eyebrow, cracking that same wily smile that had spread across her lips when she caught you staring just a moment ago.

"So, Dougie. What was that today with you & mom? You guys looked like you hadn't slept a wink."

Crossing and uncrossing your legs, you looked at her with wide eyes, before staring straight down at the hardwood floors. Wow, these floors really look like floors. I wonder what kind of wood they used? Why is it so creak-

"DOUG!" Your sister punched your arm playfully, before extending her pale legs over yours, and propping her head up on her palm. "C'mon, dude! What're the deets? Did something happen?" Crystal stared at you quizzically, using her foot to prod at your shoulder.

Deciding against better judgement, you moved her foot and other leg off of you, before turning to face her.

"I don't know, sis. Something happened last night, and mom just... we... I don't know..." Your felt your face fell into a soft grimace as your sister's expression of curiosity gradually neutralized; she raised an eyebrow as if to signify her understanding. Your sister may be free-spirited and flowy, but she was no idiot. She edged closer to you before putting her arm around your shoulder. A tattoo of a hummingbird on her wrist matched a stare with you, although there wasn't any judgement, unlike the birds that mocked you this morning.

"I see what you're trying to say. Are you okay? Do you wanna talk about it?"

Looking up at Crystal, her face was only a few inches away from yours, but the same energy that had intertwined you two within the bathroom was a cold pulse, as your face turned red.

"I'm having all of these thoughts, and with what happened last night, I'm just not sure it's right, you know? I was supposed to talk about it with mom when she got back from the gym, but there's still this... feeling..."

Crystal looked at you as if you had just answered wrongly on the first question of a game show. "You want to talk with her AFTER she gets back from the gym? Have you seen her when she gets back? She's all hormones, all the time. She takes this pre-workout and gets all crazy!" Your heart stopped in your throat once more; the thought of Lisa coming back like that was ominous, but also set another fire in your stomach that sent embers through your veins. Crystal's expression changed again; although this time, it was that same curious smile.

"Look, Doug. Stuff like this happens all the time. It's natural for a household to have weird dynamics; shit, it's even taught in school now; but I guess you've gotta wait until next year to get that class. But the point is, feelings are feelings. Let them run their course. Trying to fight them is a waste of energy. Listen to them, understand them, explore them. That's why they're there!" Crystal squeezed you tightly, bringing her face closer to yours, before planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Her lips lingered, as if she was waiting for a bead of static to dance across her mouth. That cold pulse that was slowly beating earlier began to quicken, as the imprint of her saliva on your cheek caught the cold breeze of your house. She removed her arm from being wrapped around your shoulder, before taking both of her hands and placing them on your face, locking your stare in with hers.

"I'm your big sister. I'm always here to help out, whether that's you asking me questions, joking around, or calling you out on your bullshit." Clusters of soft freckles scattered across her now scrunched nose, as you saw her eyes light up. Crystal smiled.

"Doug, I wanna try an experiment. It might help you categorize what these feelings are, and what they aren't. Can you..."