Rise and shine, with rye and moonshine

You jolt awake.

You stand up, looking out the busted window, still dark outside.

Damn,I feel like shit.

Spending the night in and out of consciousness, ruminating about the emotional ordeal you passed yesterday can hardly count as beauty sleep.

Shambling out of your room, you see Sarah is in a much similar state.

" 'Morning , Sarah"

"Hey Liam... trouble sleeping? Me too"

You open the fridge, chug down some juice, and go to the bathroom.

"Mhm"

" You... wanna talk about yesterday?"

"Not really"

You close the door, heading straight in the shower. The cold water does very little to ease your mind, still ruminating.

One one hand, Esmeralda is a mystery... at first she was all bossy and demanding, then she became a sweet lovebird... is she really crazy? Or just delusional? She does seem nice though, apart from her... needs.

On the other hand, Ashley is right, I should have seeked help, but a feeling in my gut tells me that it's gonna backfire, somehow...

And on top of that, my sister is jerking off for money, not nearly as hard to accept than the fact that she was lying through her teeth about the fifty bucks; she looks up and blushes everytime she tells a lie, can't help it.

God, i need a drink.

You come out of the bathroom, and Sarah is waiting at the door.

"You can't avoid me forever"

"Watch me"

You try to walk away, but she grips your arm, pulling back.

"Talk to me Liam, why do you look so worried? You think i didn't take precautions? I use a filter that alters facial and body features, no one will ever-"

" I don't care Sarah! You're eighteen, you are smart like hell and you can do what you want with your body, just keep out of my room"

You yank your arm free from her, walking to the door.

"I have my own shit to deal with, see you later. I'll make sure to knock."

"It's still dark, where the hell are you going?"

"Class"

"It's saturday, you moron"

Right... Totally forgot.

"Change of plans then. I'll find the cheapest, hardest booze i can buy with..." You look in your wallet, twenty bucks and a receipt; " fifteen dollars"

Sarah raises an eyebrow

"You gonna share that?"

"You gonna share that fifty bucks tip? Those were my briefs after all..."

Sarah tries to stifle a smile, badly.

"No way dork, that's rent money"

"Suit yourself" you say, opening the door.

"Wait! What about beer? Saw half a six-pack in your room yesterday... Maybe we can share those?"

" You really want to get drunk at five in the morning?"

She clenches both fists,

"ABSOLUTELY"

You shrug

"Fine by me... misery loves company. Wait here, i'll make a run to the liquor store"

This early in the morning, the campus is still suspended between night and day, as the first rays of dawn shimmer on the morning dew.

You spot someone in the distance, a lone figure, just walking on the grass, arms outstretched. There's only one person you know that does that.

Esmeralda

You duck in the shadows, hoping to go unnoticed. Crossing the last stretch of concrete before the gates, you can almost feel her sneaking up on you, but she's still there. Just strolling on the lawn, shoes in one hand, a beer in the other...

She can't be that much of a bad person if she likes stuff like that.

Your supply run to the liquor store nets you a bottle of the cheapest excuse for a whiskey you could find and a six-pack of pisswater beer.

Beggars can't be choosers

Walking back, you see the campus slowly come back to life: a couple joggers, an asian boy taking pics of the dawning sky, a lone girl coming your way, leather combat boots squeaking.

Janice... play it cool Liam, you are just getting back from the store, minding your business.

"Watcha up to this early twink?"

Ugh... really?

"Hi Janice, just... groceries"

"I see, up for an Irish breakfast are we? You got shit taste though"

"Cheap is good, so long as you don't plan to live beyond thirty"

She cackles, truly an unnerving sound.

"Right... smell me later fuckboy, got an "appointment" with your missus. Up for another round of cleaning?"

"Go fuck yourself"

"Will do"

Let's hope she keeps her occupied for a bit, maybe even suck her dry for the day...

Who am i kidding? That's not gonna happen.

By the time you return to the flat, Sarah has already downed all three cans of beer, leaving them arond the living room.

"You are soooo slow brother"

"Hey! What happened to sharing the stuff?"

She's already tipsy, and as you sit on the couch she rests her head on your shoulder

"Wanted to drown a couple of thoughts, but they kept floating up"

You open two cans, handing her one after taking a long gulp.

"Just a couple? Lucky you"

You look at her reflection on the black screen of the tv,

Her pixielike features, sand blonde hair always held up in a messy bun, her piercing blue eyes staring right back at you.

"You do realize that thing's off, right?"

"Whaaat? I thought we were on the tv!"

She laughs, a crystal clear sound that you've known since childhood, but you can't remember the last time you heard it.

"We never do dumb stuff like this anymore, why?"

"Well, i can't legally buy booze, and you are always out or in your room"

" I could say the same to you"

" Hey, i do a lot of work in my room"

You look at her, disbelief written all over you face, on purpose.

"Sure, "work". I worked really hard in my room too, when i was your age"

She blushes, reeling from you

"Ugh, gross... And that's a low fuckin blow by the way... don't think i don't feel ashamed, but we need the money."

You feign ignorance, downing the rest of your first can and opening another.

She stares at you, expecting a reaction.

"Seriously, I thought you'd be mad at me"

"For what? Milking old jeezers bank accounts by doing something i do free of charge? I wish i was that lucky... I would be one skanky hoe"

She burst out laughing again, almost **** on her beer. after a while, she shakes her empty can;

"This bitch's empty, i need a refill"

As you pass her another, she clasps your hand along with the can

"You're not joking, you really don't care?"

You look her straight in the eye, dead serious;

" Of course i do! I'll always care about you for fuck's sake! But I trust your judgement, more than mine anyways. Just... maybe put up a sign or something, next time"

She takes a long gulp, and another, downs the rest and belches, looking down at the empty can,

"Another?" She asks,

"Whoa, slow down sister, this stuff isn't... well it is cheap, but still, we still haven't eaten anything solid to back these up"

"C'mon, don't be a downer Liam, gimme"

Sarah is now well above being half drunk, slurring like a sailor on leave.

"You know what? Fine, lets get blackout drunk before noon, what could go wrong..."

You down yours, and open the last two, handig her one

" Soooo, you are not jealoush, not even a teeny tiny bit? Most brothers would be freaking out after... That"

"Most brothers won't ever admit it, but they secretely want to fuck their sisters... Thats why they act all overprotective"

Sarah suddenly spits a mouthful of beer.

"Shit, you okay? Just don't puke on the carpet, I'll go get a bin or something"

As you stand up, she clenches your wrist,

"No... No, I'm good, really..."

"You sure?"

"Mhm" she nods.

"It's... what you said, threw me off"

"Wait, what?"

"Nothing. Jusht come back here, let's watch a movie"

You boot up a favourite of yours, a cheesy 80's action comedy: "Rye & Moonshine go to Hollywood"

"Please... Not this one again..."

"You're free to lift your ass from the couch and pick something else, sis"

"...No"

"Thought as much"

Sarah snuggles up to you, something she stopped doing since middle school.

You both just enjoy this moment of peace, not a care in the world.

I missed bonding with her like this, despite living together, we grew so apart since we moved here.

"Liam?"

"What?"

" You know why I hate when you call me "step-sister?"

"No, but it's so fun to watch you freak out and stomp to your room that i never bothered to ask, step-sis"

"Ugh... You wanna know?"

"Not really, no. It's one of those things i take for granted"

Thinking about it now, she was totally indifferent to that word just a couple years ago.

" It's now or never, you'll never catch me this drunk again."

"Okay, I'll bite, why do you hate it so much, step-sister?"

"...I...oh God...I... get wet everytime you say that, it's stupid but can't help it...step-bro"

You jump out of the couch, feeling the sudden urge to throw up

No...

No fucking way...

She's messing with me, she can't be serious.

Sarah sits straight, looking down.

" I wouldn't have told you this for a billion bucks, but i had this irrational... thing, i woke up one day and it was there, and, it grows larger and larger when i'm with you..."

She stands up, the groin of her pajamas soaked.

Why!?

Why me!?

Why now!?

What the hell is going on? Have i died? Is this some kind of fucked up afterlife?

No.... She's drunk, she pissed herself a little and she didn't want to admit it, nothing else makes sense...

"Sarah, you're drunk, please don't say cringy stuff like that... even if it's a joke, hearing you say that you love me is eerie as fuck"

She raises an eyebrow

"Love? Gross...who said anything about love?"

"Shit, sis, you're blacking out... Just go lay down for a bit"

Her voice grows exasperated

"You don't understand Liam... Look at me!"

You slowly turn your gaze towards her;

"I woke up one day, and it was there..."

Sarah pulls her sweatpants down, and there, between her legs, an half stiff cock dangles free, twitching, jutting out from her dripping pussy.

" It's scary i know, it's getting bigger by the day, but it feels so good... I can't help it!"

You look away, and you laugh, an hysterical laugh, a **** one...

This is my life now, i guess.

Nothing makes sense anymore and girls grow dicks just like that....

Why not? why not two or three at a time...

Maybe i'm the only crazy one for not realizing this sooner?

"Help me Liam... I have to jerk it off all the time but it just grows back. I need something more"

You have to be fucking kidding me universe...

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.

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You know what? Fine!

You unscrew the whiskey and chug down almost half a bottle.

If nothing makes sense anymore, might as well get blackout drunk while going mad.