Two sisters

Helen drove away and left him on the curb. He sensed she was about to start crying when he stepped out of the car. He monologued to himself as he walked home through the neighborhood. He was glad Helen came out of her shell a bit, but that was a pretty intense moment they shared in the car, and he didn’t know how it would affect their relationship going forward. Although…they did just meet this afternoon, so how much pressure could there be. It’s not like she was going to start treating him like her late husband, that’d be weird; he hoped not that. But they did have a connection… yet to be seen how strong. He couldn’t date her could he? No way, she’s so much older than him, it wouldn’t even be possible. She’s like his mom… his mom who loves the way his cock smells and gulped down his cum a few hours ago. Speaking of mom, he hoped his wasn’t mad at him for being late.

He shut his front door behind him and immediately heard his mother from upstairs.

“How did you get home, Wat?” Cat like hearing that woman has.

“Um—one of my friends from cross country dropped me, we stayed after and did some homework.”

“Your sisters should have waited for you; they can be brats sometimes. There’s stew on the stove.”

“Wow…Thanks mom”

“Love you, my boy.”

My boy… He thought of Helen. Camille was sitting in the kitchen on her phone as he grabbed a bowl of stew. He had two very different relationship with his sisters. Camille was cool, fashionable, socially adept, self-aware; she was always someone he could count on in social settings to have his back and support him. There was no animosity between them, but she had her own life and rarely shared the details with him. He wanted to open her up, get inside her mind a little bit. Sometimes he caught himself staring at her a bit too long when she would walk around her in underwear in the morning. She definitely caught him a few times but never said anything.

Cam had changed into the clothes she sleeps in. A small white shirt, and lavender shorts that probably weigh less than an ounce. He was sure she wasn’t wearing panties. If she puts her leg up on the chair, he might get a show.

“Dude why hell did you leave without me?”

“You got back just now, you expect the two of us to wait for 3 hours?”

“I mean at least text me that you’re leaving.”

“What were you doing for so long anyway?”

He doesn’t have to lie? A half-truth perhaps? “There… well—”

“Oh, a girl! Cute! Who is it?”

“Dude don’t make me.”

“whowhowho?”

“Mary Temple…”

“Shaved head girl??”

“The very one.”

“Wow. Okay. Well. Did you find anything out about her?”

“Nothing at all.”

“Yeah--yeah okay, don’t tell me. But a girl who shaved her head is NOT OKAY. Do you understand me, brother of mine?”

Watson left the room with his food without answering.

“Okay! But she’s gonna digest one of your fingers or something by the end of the year, I’m placing bets!”

He walked into the living room to where Cary was sitting. She’s watching TV scrolling on her phone. She’s wearing essentially the same thing Camille is wearing, except in black. Watsons relationship with Cary is closer than Camille. She never had the social cred Camille did or cared about trends or even cared about people liking her; hence Taylor being her only friend outside the family these days. Cary and Watson used to have a real friendship. Whenever Cary had a crush on someone, she would confide in him, and he in her. When Cary became sort of goth/emo-**** a couple years ago Watson didn’t judge her or even ask her any questions. None of that mattered to him, but she sort of went in her own direction. They used to be confidants of sorts. They had been slowly growing apart over the past near, he didn’t really know why exactly. It couldn’t have just been the emo thing. But it felt like if he ever needed her, she would be there for him regardless.

He sat down on the couch next to her and ate his stew.

“So, Mary Temple huh?”

“I kinda dig the short hair, what can I say.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He was kind of stunned. “What?”

“Theres no way that lunatic would go for someone as uncomplicated as you.”

“What you’re saying I’m simple?”

“Just compared to her.”

“Oh, thanks I guess.”

“You should go for someone nice.”

“Oh yeah? Who do you have in mind?” He sort of knew where she was going with this. Talking to Taylor so much today is coming back around.

“Taylor’s liked talking to you today…” There it is. He’s got Cary playing wingman over here.

“Taylor?”

“Yeah…You might even say she likes you.”

“But it is a she, right?”

“Watson!” Cary stood up frustrated and walked away from him. Her curvy ass looked really great in her tight black shorts.

“What! I can’t have a preference!?”