Big night last night

The sun hits her eyes, it may be the colder months at the moment, but the sun is still undefeated as a natural alarm. She rubs the sleep from her eyes, blinking haphazardly as she looks around the messy penthouse bedroom. She sits up slowly, the taste of last night’s vodka still rank in her mouth, she groans softly, her bare heavy breasts moving with the slightest movement. She manages to swing her legs off the bed, a wave of dizziness washing over her, threatening to expel all the bad decisions she made. She manages to drag her feet across the penthouse, going from her bedroom to the bathroom, she passes by the small couch, on it a note.

That was fun. Call me, I’ll be around.

She groans and scrunches the note between her fingers, tossing it onto the floor, no regard for the cleanliness of her space.

She makes it to the bathroom, and she stares at herself, her golden eyes unfocused and still feeling the effects of the alcohol circulating through her system.

“Maki. You need help.” She says to herself, she feels the familiar feeling coursing through her, the alcohol is back for revenge.

—

After her she forcefully ejects the alcohol from herself, and of course, giving herself a good scrub in the shower, she wraps a bathrobe around her and collapses onto the couch, a warm coffee in her hand.

Maki ribs her temple with her fingers, pinching her nose bridge.

“He didn’t look like him.”

She tries to convince herself, hoping that a verbal affirmation will make it any true.

She closes her eyes, and the similarities from last nights hook up with her step brother run through her mind, a cruel reminder of her current mental state.

She had been the one to approach him, convincing herself through the influence of intoxication that he was just hot, his blonde hair, his eyes, the shape of his jaw, his stature, and his voice, were just coincidences, there was no correlation.

“You stupid bitch.” She groans, sipping the warm caffeine. “They looked fucking identical.”

She groans again, identical in a lot of ways, except where she wanted it.

She bites her bottom lip, rubbing her eyes with her thumb and forefinger; that day in his dorm, the way it swung between his legs is practically engraved on her brain.

“Teasing him, when we were young,” she muses outloud, staring into the coffee, “is one thing. Actually wanting to fuck the guy…”

“It’s wrong…” She closes her eyes…

{reveal "Last nights memory"} “Fuck me! Yes! Like that! Harder! GO deeper! Fuck me, Erik!” {endreveal}

She cringes at the thought, she was lucky, he had laughed it off, corrected her, told her his actual name, like she gave a fuck. She had told him as much, telling him to not stop, but she was a lot more careful with her words, the size of him last night… to accidentally call him Erik was just insulting to Erik. He couldn’t even care. It was over quickly, she hadn’t finished, naturally…

She needs to get these thoughts out of her head, if fucking a pin dick version of him wasn’t enough to give her the ick, what else could possibly do it?

Her eyes widen with an idea.

“Heeeeeeeyyy!!! How are you!!!”

Anya’s voice comes through the phone, laced with sleep of her own, “Maki… Hi… Why so early?”

Maki laughs, settling into her abrasive persona, “Because I love you, of course! And I want to talk to you!”

Anya yawns through the phone, “Aaaah. I love you too, give me a moment…”

As she rustles around in her bedroom, Maki thinks about how much Anya changed, she was this shy little girl growing up, her and Erik were as thick as thieves when he joined the household, and that never really changed. Anya was hit hard when Maki moved out, and was practically devastated when Erik moved across the country.

From what Maki saw of her when she still lived near them, she came leaps and bounds in confidence, never having a reason why she was becoming more outgoing, Anya became a lot more talkative and social, but still kept her cutie little bashful self intact. {stm} was upset when se dropped out of uni (no doubt worried she was copying Maki too much), but she was still supportive. Maki was pleasantly surprised and bought sweet little Anya a nice big plushy when she confided in her that she lost her virginity to her boyfriend at the time.

“I’m back, I miss you.” Anya finally speaks.

“Awwww, little Anya, I miss you too! How’s home! How’s {stm}?”

“It’s okay… Still quiet, not much has changed.” She laughs softly, “{stm} is okay… I think she’s bored… She came back from a trip and she’s just kind of… sad, I think.”

“I keep telling her to meet a man, or woman, to spice up her life!” Maki replies, a tense edge in her voice, she’s always been critical of her mother.

“Maki.. I think she just missed you and… Erik.”

“Ha! Definitely more Erik than me!”

“No! She was telling me, she wants you both to come back at some point! She misses you both, I thought you two had patched up since back then?”

Maki sighs, “Yeah we did. It’s just funny to bring it up.” She chuckles.

“Maki…” Anya says judgmentally.

“Anyway! How are you lil Anya? You still single? You talking to any boys? You working?”

Maki can hear Anya stutter before answering, “Uhm.. Yes… No, I’m not talking to anyone… I’m focusing on myself… and no, no work, I’ve just been… enjoying being me.”

“How are you buying stuff?”

“I’m not?” She responds, “I don't buy things.”

“So. No sex? No retail therapy? What do you do? How do you stay happy?” Maki asks with concern.

“I’ll hang up if you’re mean to me. I was not planning on being awake yet.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Maki lies down on the couch, putting her feet on the arm rest.

“Hmm. Have you met up with Erik?” Anya asks, the slightest hint of apprehension in her voice, which Maki fails to notice.

“Yeah! He’s looking great!” Maki bites her tongue, not wanting to come off like she finds him hot, “Did you know he had a seperate insta?”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you knew, why wouldn’t he tell you?”

Good point.

“Whatever. He’s good! His girlfriend is hot as hell! I haven’t met her yet, but from the photos I’ve seen, damn, our boy is punching.”

It’s quiet for a moment, she responds, “Yeah… She’s really pretty.”

“Anyway, babe.” Maki says, prompting a groan from Anya at the term of endearment, “I want you to come visit me.”

“Visit you?”

“Yeah! You don’t wanna see your dear older sister?”

“Yeah of course I do, don’t be mean!” Anya says with hurt, “but what about {stm}?”

“What about her?”

“She’ll be alone.”

“I mean, she can come too.”

“I don’t think she would want to, she already took leave for her trip.”

“I’m not saying move here, girl! Just come visit, you can see me and Erik! The three of us all together again! I could even get you a job at the club if you want to.”

“Hmmm.”

Anya sighs, yawning again, “I’ll think about it, I guess I’m not doing anything else.. but… the plane ticket.”

“My shout.” Maki says.

“Thank god, I would not be able to afford that.” Anya laughs through the receiver.

The call ends a bit later, Maki will text her more details and confirmations. She puts the phone on her chest and lets out a sigh of relief, the old family dynamic will knock this shit out of her, she’s sure of it, seeing them two being all sibling like. Maki is sure that seeing that will knock her brain straight, knock her back to being normal.

—-

Anya swipes on her phone, opening up Erik’s profile, she stares at the photo of him and his girlfriend at the beach…

“So hot…” She murmurs, her fingers snaking down her flat tummy, pushing past the elastic of her panties.

Her eyes flutter as she rubs a slow circle over her moist clit, “Erik…”