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“Yeah, me too. The good news is, for us, the younger you are, the less likely you will be effected unless you have a serious underlying medical condition. It’s going to be a few years before they figure all this out.”
“So this lockdown is, for what? Two weeks?”
“Nah-nah-nah,” I said shaking my head. “That ship has sailed. I don’t think there’s any chance they can put the brakes on this. The only thing they can do is slow it down so the hospitals don’t get overwhelmed. But if the asymptomatic variants are as numerous as they say, it may not matter. And the lockdown will be for nothing.”
She got out her phone and started looking at the Internet.
“Let’s see what the news says,” she announced, as if comforting herself.
I wasn’t going to tell her that the news was practically useless these days. Instead, I decided it was probably time to just chill and take a nap in my room. If the world was going to end, I wanted to be well rested for it.Chapter Five - PhilI was up in my room, reading comic books. God, what a horror show! I mean, I used to love this shit--- Don’t get me wrong. But they just aren’t what they used to be. I got nostalgic.
It used to be these superheroes would do things. They would track down criminals, get into fights and most importantly, save the day. Now all they did was sit around, complain and try to “deal” with their relationships. WTF? Who wants to read this nonsense?
And the worst part--- The WORST part was the politics. All through every issue now it was full of politics, politics, politics. Don’t get me wrong, back in the day there were a few creators that dabbled in politics in comics. But they didn’t automatically assume that anyone that disagreed with their point of view was an ignorant dummy, unfit for mere acknowledgement.
The writers and editors now were so deeply out of touch of what their readers wanted. Just wanted to see some guy wail on criminals, thanks. Don’t try and sell me on whatever their politics might be. Like so many other former comic fans online, I was doing videos about it. I wasn’t the best, but I did okay.
I saw a great video the other day--- The guy broke down why the art sucked too. Nothing was the same anymore, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Go to a comic book store, any comic book store, and they would tell you. They were on the verge of going out of business and their mostly male fan base was furious over the shitty comics that were coming out now.
So I set up my camera, preparing to--- Once again--- Complain, complain, complain about comics. I had done it so often I was getting tired of it. It was as if the only reason to make comics now was so that guys like me could complain about it. I felt weird giving the industry my money, even if it got me hits on a podcast.
That was when I heard a splash. My instinct was that neighborhood kids had snuck into the pool. It had happened one or two times. Peeking out the window, I saw Tracianne swimming around in a bikini.
God damn.
Through the blinds, I could see that incredible, glistening ass just above the water line as she swam from the deep end to the shallow. If she wasn’t my stepsister, I’d be all over that. Even with that high and mighty attitude she liked to display, I had to admit--- She’d be worth it.
She flipped over and did the backstroke. Her breasts were now floating across the surface of the water line.
God damn.
She got out of the pool and flipped her hair back. Click-click, baby. Mmm, her walk to the lounge chair even. Sexy as shit. I found myself getting aroused.
Suddenly, as she was drying herself, she looked in my direction. I knew, however, that with the way the light hit this side of the house, she probably couldn’t see me.
I didn’t move. Any movement would’ve drawn her eyes in my direction. When she looked away, I backed off. She laid back to sun herself. I loved seeing her curvy body on display like that. Damn.
I’d like to see what was under that bikini.
I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about my step sister like this. I couldn’t help myself from thinking about her, though. I was rock hard and totally distracted.
Shit.
I felt utterly disgusted with myself. What the fuck was I doing? Was I that horny? Jesus Christ, yes, I guess. Being sexually attracted to your stepsister? Had I hit a new low?
This was why I needed to get a girlfriend at college. I had avoided any opportunity to get into a relationship. And unlike the many guys on campus, I didn’t have the time or the energy to put into just banging coeds.
