Drive back

The drive back starts in silence, except for the odd expletive.

"Fuck," Charlie shifts, seemingly fighting her overalls.

"You okay?" Ethan asks, with his head almost out the window, enjoying the wind against his face.

"My fucking overalls..." She squirms, pulling a hand off the wheel to adjust them. "I feel like I'm gonna... Ah, fuck it."

Charlie, fed up and burning up, starts to fight her way out of her outer layer, revealing a plain white tank top underneath. She pulls the overalls down to her waist, sighing contently. "That's much better."

Blinking, Ethan swallows hard.

While the white top looks to normally be a slightly loose fit, her sweat-coated skin makes it cling to her a bit more suggestively than she realizes, revealing a few sides to herself that Ethan is frankly not ready to handle.

Trying not to look at them, Ethan turns his attention back to the window. "So, uh..." he can't sit in silence, suddenly needing to find some sort of small talk to help keep certain thoughts at bay. "Scenic route, huh?"

"Yeah..." Charlie sighs, rolling her shoulders. "Although the only things to really look at are different trees."

Ethan disagrees.

"But fuck man," she shakes her head. "I'm in no rush now, not after all that shit."

"Well..." Ethan thinks cutting the ride short might be good. "Since we're not unloading them do we really need to-"

Charlie snorts, cutting Ethan short. "I get paid hourly. So really. No rush."

"Ah..." Ethan blinks, a very unsexy thought popping into his brain. "Wait, what do you get paid if you're giving me $200?"

The pause is so awkward, it would get shoved into a locker daily at high school.

Eventually, Charlie ends it. "Don't you know you're not supposed to ask a lady what she makes?"

"That's men. You're not supposed to ask a lady what she weighs."

"I'm about one twenty."

Ethan frowns, questioning the truthfulness of the number, not that he even asked. It must be fake, her tits alone look like they m- "AHHHH!" he exclaims, the sudden shift in volume making Charlie jump.

And bounce.

"Jesus Christ, Ethan!" She tosses him a stink-eye look that traditionally went with a punch. "What the fucks that matter with you?"

"N-Nothing," he tries to look at anything but her. "I'm just... Happy you're so healthy..."

Charlie presses her lips together, clearly not buying it. "Stop being so fucking weird."

Ethan sighs, honestly trying his best to not be weird, but the twins next to him are making it hard.

Literally.

Shifting slightly, Ethan adjusts himself, hoping Charlie's eyes are on the road while he hides his boner.

A very fragile illusion is starting to crumble.

When Charlie speaks, Ethan snaps to attention, feeling like more than a few seconds of silence passed. "So have you thought about what you're gonna do for work?"

"Uh, no..." Ethan answers honestly, having given it no thought.

"Well," Charlie shrugs. "I'd offer to let you work with me, but I saw what you did to your lawn..."

Ethan frowns, tossing Charlie a glance, trying to keep his eyes on her face. "Yeah... That was..." gazing at Charlie, he loses the thought.

Charlie glances over, brow raised, waiting for Ethan to finish.

"Uhm," Ethan shakes it off. "Yeah. It was bad."

Smirking, Charlie returns her gaze to the road. "Real bad."

Ethan pulls his gaze off the dusky woman completely, chewing the corner of his mouth. {if Alex Sex =true}He'd crossed new, unthinkable lines the last few days.{endif}{if Anal Virgin =false}He'd been fucked in the ass for the first time.{endif}{if Layla Sex =true}He'd fucked a woman twice his age with a cock bigger than his.{endif}{if Ashley Sex =true} He fucking had sex with Charlie's differently equipped twin sister.{endif} He'd learned he had dickgirls in his family tree, and he was oddly okay with it. His grandma died. He accidentally starred in a sex tape. He broke up with his girlfriend{if Heather Affection >90}, and maybe is getting back together with her{endif}. And to top it all off he thinks he was living in the middle of nowhere, sleeping in his dead grandparents bed.

Why was this, of all things, so impossible to deal with?