Charity Starts at Home

Saturday morning cartoons would have me believe that 'knowing is half the battle.' I mean, it's not, half a battle is half the battle. I know what they're trying to say. Being knowledgeable about something and basing your decisions on that knowledge, with learning enough about any given situation to make that decision being the challenge. It's not exactly deep philosophy or anything, but it leaves out something important. Knowing enough about the situation to make a choice doesn't mean you have the slightest clue where to begin. I guess knowing that is the solution. But then the battle's over, so knowing's the full battle? Seems like the advice is look up a strategy guide for life.

I wish, that would have saved me a lot of time.

Sadly, this isn't a nineties cartoon. I say sadly, but if it were I wouldn't be in it, both because I wouldn't have been born yet, and also because that time wasn't exactly great for representation of lesbians in media. Tonnes of porn though. Can't complain too much about that.

Damn it, I'm procrastinating.

After our conference we hung around in the living room for a while, but I think we all had our missions on our mind. Soon enough we returned to our rooms, where I now hold Elise in my arms, and try not to think how I'm supposed to get over my hatred for my arch enemy. Elise seems equally lost in thought, until she looks up at me, her face changing to a mischievous grin. She shuffles closer to me until I feel her lips kiss my neck, before gently sucking on it.

"You got a good idea all of a sudden?" I giggle, enjoying her boldness.

Elise takes a break from her efforts to reply. "I think best when I'm sat on your face."

I don't think that's true. Usually when she goes down on me I can't think about anything at all. Oh... Yeah, I suppose this is a good way to take our minds off it. Not exactly productive, but fuck it, productivity can come third.

"Careful Moon, keep that up and I'll fuck you until your mind's completely blank." I purr as she runs her hands down my uniformed body. Huh, this may be the last time we have sex in school uniforms that are actually ours... We don't have to wear them for exams... Guess that means it doesn't matter what condition they're in.

My girlfriend's hands finally reach the bottom of my skirt, and begins tracing her fingers back up my thighs. "Don't threaten me with a good time." She whispers in my ear. If that's not the most enticing invitation in the world then I don't know what is. I lean in to kiss her and roll her onto her back. I have a habit of needing to get her off first, that way I know I don't have to worry about it and I can relax and enjoy my orgasm, which she is very good at delivering.

I grab her wrists and pin them to her pillow with my hands, forcing a moan from her. The sounds Elise makes when we have sex are so serene, almost like birdsong, or an opera singer, she's the only girl in the world that can make grunting sound graceful. I'm not as talented in that regard, I tend to replicate the sounds I hear from girls on the internet.

I begin straddling Elise's waist and grab the collar of her shirt, forcefully pulling it over her head, and back over my shoulder without taking my eyes off her. I lean back in begin kissing her collar bone, leading to more moaning. The slow approach seems to be working, she looks flushed, her skin is so hot against my lips, I can hear her heart beating quickly. Seems like she's been in the mood all day, guess that shower this morning and all the excitement yesterday has left her feeling needy. Lucky that I'm happy to relieve such-

"Gene's gone!" Rouge shouts, bursting into my room. Elise squeals, and covers herself at the sudden intrusion. "Oh. Gross. Anyway, Gene's left town, Trish just drove past his house, the place has been sold, and it looks completely empty." My sister continues, barely acknowledging me riding Elise and her state of undress, which we quickly scramble to rectify as the meaning of the words hit me.

"Wait, what about Jenny?" I ask. It almost worries me how much genuine concern I carry in my voice. Hey, just because she's a bitch, doesn't mean I want her to be homeless.

Rouge shakes her head, her expression matching my tone in terms of worry. "I dunno, back on the street maybe? I'm gonna call Gabe, they might still be at the Free Ride." She answers, tapping her phone.

"So, I know there's big things happening, but a knock would have been nice!" Elise growls, now fully clothed.

"Relax, I don't care about your tits." Rouge answers, rolling her eyes as she raises the phone to her ear. I know it seems like Elise is being bitter, but she's still conscious about her scar around other people, privacy has kind of been key for our living arrangement... Maybe that's why she's so eager for us to live alone. "Gabe! Hey! Is Jenny at the bar? Huh? But Trish told me her house is all cleared out, did Gene move somewhere local? What? Where's... Oh. Thanks Gabe, no, we didn't hear that. Cheers, have a good night for us. Yeah, I'll let you know how it goes. Bye." My sister chats into the phone.

"Well, what's the news?" I ask, again unhappy with how much desperation is in my voice.

"She's fine. She apparently moves out of Gene's a few days ago." She explains, hanging up. Well, that's news, why didn't she mention it? I mean, sure, we're not exactly close, and there's been other stuff going on, but still, you'd think she'd mention it in passing.

Elise looks as confused as me. "She's back with her family then?" She thinks aloud.

"No. Well, in a sense." Rouge half sighs and half chuckles. "I wondered how she found Minnie so quickly... Makes perfect sense now." She continues, before meeting my unsure eyes with her own, and confirming my expectations.

"She's been living at Jasper's."