IR Day 19 - Part 12

“Morning,” Jolene mumbles.

“Morning,” Bella replies, slipping past her to get into the hall. With a resigned sigh, she ties her towel and slides her feet into her slippers, then pads downstairs. In the kitchen, she fries eggs and sausages together in a heavy skillet while a bagel is toasting. It doesn’t matter what time it is; Jolene will want breakfast food and if Bella doesn’t make something, she’ll just eat her weight in cereal and make herself sick.

Bella is tipping the eggs and sausages onto a plate when Jolene drags herself tiredly into the kitchen. She took a shower by the look and smell of it. Her hair is still wet, of course. She managed to put on an undershirt, although one strap is hanging off her arm and she isn’t dry, so it’s sticking to her and her nips are poking out. That’s as far as she got; she’s naked below the waist and barefoot.

She plops into a chair with another yawn. This is one thing that Bella knows that she will understand. These chairs are just wood. Sitting on one of them with her bare bottom is an appalling thought. Jolene does this constantly when their mother isn’t around to make her wear underwear. It’s so weird and gross, but weird and gross are probably the two best words to describe Jolene in a broad sense, so that fits.

Bella sighs, spreads cream cheese on the piping hot bagel, and adds that to the plate. She puts it in front of Jolene, who begins to eat immediately without a word. Bella pours orange juice and gives that to her as well.

“How was the game?” Jolene asks with her mouth full as Bella cleans up.

“They lost,” Bella tells her.

“Sorry,” Jolene mumbles, not sounding very interested. “Did you see that new girl at the Shell?” She gives Bella a look. “She has bigger boobs than yours.”

“Weather was nice today,” Bella replies.

“Where’s the hot sauce?”

“It’s right next to you.”

“Oh. Did you see the girl at the Shell?”

“Oh my god.” Bella pauses and rubs her face. “The blonde?”

“Yeah,” Jolene says, blushing.

“I saw her. She seemed nice.”

“Boobs like this,” Jolene says, gesturing at her chest as though cupping a pair of honeydews.

Bella leaves her sister to eat and heads upstairs. Jolene will find some way to turn this simple meal into a mess, and Bella will clean it up later.

In her room, she throws her towel in the hamper, puts on some shorts and a tee, and collapses onto her bed with a groan. Jolene is a sophomore and doesn’t take any summer classes at all. Bella rolls onto her belly and props her phone up against her pillow with the FUTA Instagram pulled up. They’re always posting random interviews and clips and promos and stuff. There’s always a chance of something new with her Spanish goddess popping up.

She grabs a textbook and opens it. Time to study.