IR Day 19 - Part 15

Bella returns to her room to find Jolene awake in her bed, now under the covers, eating the Pocky. She has Jolene’s TV on and back on the FUTA live stream. Bella listens to Lulu and Moxxi as she finds clean panties.

“Let me sleep here,” Jolene demands without taking her eyes off the TV. “Do you have any more snacks?” She throws the empty Pocky wrapper on the floor.

“You need to brush your teeth,” Bella tells her patiently, scowling as she catches a glimpse in the mirror to remind her of the welt on her ass from that pinch. She takes a deep breath.

“Bella look!” Jolene shrieks suddenly, sitting up and pointing. It’s so loud and jarring that Bella jumps in surprise. “Cousin Riley’s on the TV!”

Bella’s mouth drops open. Yes, indeed, Riley is on the TV, running like a gazelle with her flaming red hair streaming behind her because her hair tie came off. It’s just a replay.

“And?” she says to Jolene, who looks at her with a face of pure betrayal.

“You knew?” Jolene says, devastated.

“Why do you think I even know what FUTA is?” Bella asks, baffled. “You thought I started watching soccer for my health?” She’d checked it out because Riley was in it. She’d stayed for Adella.

Because Adella is the opposite of Jolene. Adella is an exotic, sophisticated intellectual who probably doesn’t think with her penis. She probably reads all the same books that Bella does and likes to stay up late talking about it.

“Cousin Riley’s on the TV,” Jolene repeats in a state of shock, returning her gaze to the screen. “Wow!”

Jolene has been present for at least three conversations between Bella and Mama about Riley’s new stardom. Well, she’s been in the room. She obviously wasn’t present. She was probably thinking about AV actresses with huge boobs or the new girl at Shell. Or the UPS delivery woman. Or her Fleshlight.

“Are you going to make room?” Bella asks irritably.

“Huh? Oh.” Jolene scoots over. A little. Rolling her eyes, Bella climbs in beside her, wrestling one of the pillows back so she can sit up and see the TV.

“I like her,” Jolene says, pointing at Moxxi. Of course she does. “Why doesn’t Aunt Mary and them ever come over?” she asks.

Bella takes a deep breath for patience. “It’s a mystery,” she says.

…meanwhile, in Tampa, you gaze across the table at Ingrid’s angelic face, forcing an uncomfortable smile.

“Well,” you say, clearing your throat. “I have some cousins.”

“Are they nice?” Ingrid asks, all innocent curiosity.

“I guess they’re nice enough. One of them’s a little odd. Mom doesn’t like us hanging around them,” Riley adds with a frown. “She’s never gotten along very well with her older sister. Anyway, tell me about your family.”