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I don’t fucking know. Six? How in hell is this even relevant to a job? I click the application closed, not bothering to even finish it. It’s all crap nonsense, anyway. How does my ability to figure out some brainteaser puzzles prove anything? Shouldn’t my degree be enough proof that I can do an entry-level accounting job?
Whatever. It’s probably about time for me to take a break, anyway. I’ve been working hard filling out applications and sending resumes to jobs online for a coupleof hours now. All that work and I’ve only gotten through five job postings. It’s no wonder unemployment is so high when they waste everyone’s time with online personality assessments that don’t prove shit.
I pull my phone out, idly looking for messages on the dating app I recently updated for the area. There are a couple of new matches, but nothing looks promising. I can always check again later. It’s not like I have to worry about getting home late. Dad and Selene left a few hours back and won’t be home for the entire weekend.
I’d rather not be stuck with the golden child, but beggars can’t be choosers. At least I don’t have to worry about awkward family dinners. I’ve avoided them so far, but I know it’s just a matter of time. Dad isn’t going to let me get away with missing dinner forever, and I don’t need him to. I only need to stay here for as long as it takes to save up to get an apartment. In the meantime, I guess I better get used to all the well-meaning questions.
Will you be here for dinner?
When are you coming home?
How’s job hunting going?
The questions just go round and round in my head, annoying me and setting me off. It’s not like I can snap myfingers and make a job offer happen. I shove my phone in my pocket and head downstairs to scout for food. There has to be something I can eat in the fridge. If not, I guess I can order in something or drive somewhere to pick it up. My eyes scan over the contents of the fridge, but nothing catches my attention. I pull out my phone again and pull up a list of restaurants nearby. Chinese sounds good. Guess I’m going for a drive.
I call the number listed and put in my order. The lady on the phone lets me know it should be ready in about twenty minutes. That should be just enough time to play a game on my phone before I head out. I don’t actually know if Cy is even here right now. I was in my room when our parents left, and I haven’t seen them since. Either way, there’s no point in letting them know I’m leaving if they are home. I make the quick drive to the restaurant, pay for my food, and head home again. My hand goes to the radio, turning up the music as I drive back. I might not have a job or an apartment to myself, but at least for tonight, I won’t have to put up with any family bullshit.
That thought is quickly dashed when I notice a familiar car in the driveway when I get back. That’s weird. What’s Eric doing here? I swear that’s his car. When I don’t seehim in the driver’s seat or at the front door waiting for me, I almost dismiss the thought. I’ll text him when I sit down with my food. I slide the key into the door and make my way inside. Cy still isn’t anywhere to be seen. Works for me.
I stretch out with my food on the couch. Might as well take advantage of the bigger TV while I relax. As I scroll through my options on TV, I grab a carton from the bag along with a pair of chopsticks. Then I hear a creak from upstairs. My finger pauses on the remote as I wait for another sound. There’s a faint moan a few moments later.Great.Cy must have company over.
I hit the button, not caring what show it landed on. I’m not going to sit here and listen to Cy get laid. That’d only be more pathetic than me being in a dry spell. I grab my phone to text Eric as the thought occurs to me. My thumb taps on the screen typing out a message, but before I hit send, a low battery warning pops up on the screen. Ugh, I’ll have to grab a charger from my room.
I finish up my text to Eric and shove my phone in my pocket as I head up the stairs. It’s a decent distraction from the noises. At least until I hear a notification chime right after I send the message.
It can’t be—can it?
My eyes stray towards Cy’s room, but the closed door blocks any possible proof of my outlandish theory. It has to a be coincidence. Cy’s phone went off right when I sent the message. There’s no way it could possibly be Eric in there with them.Right?My feet take a step forward, but it’s an answer I’m not sure I want to find out. I pull out my phone again, sending off a second message to Eric. The phone in Cy’s room chimes again. My hand goes to the doorknob. They probably locked it. I really should walk away and grab my charger like I was first planning. Just ignore the whole thing.
The doorknob turns easily in my grip, and the door opens an inch. I can’t see anything yet; the desk is in front of the door, and no one is sitting there.Fuck it,I’ve come this far. I might as well take a quick peek and see if it is Eric. There’s another moan as I carefully push the door wider. Then I see them, and I freeze. My feet are glued to the floor as I take in the sight before me.
Eric is on his knees in front of the bed. Cy stands in front of him with their hands braced on the mattress on either side of Eric’s head. They bite back a moan as their hips move forward in a slow, languid motion. I can’t seemuch from the angle. Cy’s back is to me. From behind, I could almost think Cy is a woman. Their long brown hair hangs down their bare back, swaying along with the steady motion of their thrusts.Almost, if it wasn’t for the bit of their erection I catch a glimpse of each time it disappears down Eric’s throat.
My own dick throbs, reacting to the erotic scene before me. I reach down to adjust it before it starts to hurt from being pressed against the zipper of my shorts. I should be leaving. Any minute now …
Cy’s hand goes to the back of Eric’s head, pulling him closer. “Take it. Swallow,” they say, and I choke back a moan of my own as my dick begs for attention.
Now’s the time I should be getting the fuck out of here. Not standing in the doorway and watching like a creeper. I grab the doorknob again to pull it back into place, but that’s when the door creaks. Cy glances over their shoulder and our eyes meet. Right before they come. Their face scrunches up as they thrust their hips forward one last time and groan.
My dick twitches in my pants, pressing hard against my hand that is still on my bulge. I yank my hand away from my crotch and pull the door shut the rest of the way. I’mnot ready for that conversation. Eric’s voice comes from behind the door, “oh fuck.” Cy’s chuckle follows. I need to get the hell out of here.Fast.
My phone chimes with a new notification as I step into my room, pulling the door closed behind me. There’s a new message from Eric. I’m half afraid to see what it says, but I click it open.
Eric:I should have told you before. I’m sorry.
You’re sorry? Did you accidentally fall face first onto Cy’s cock?
I look over the message, then delete it. I don’t know what we’re supposed to say in this situation. There’s not a great script for when you find your best friend having sex with your stepsibling. There is one thing that’s sticking out more than everything else, though. I type a new message.
Told me what? That you’re not straight?
Eric has never mentioned anything other than being interested in girls. Or I must have missed that if he did. My phone beeps, warning me again about the low battery. Igrab a charge cord and plug it in but leave it on my desk. I need to go grab my food from downstairs and hope I don’t run into either of them along the way.
Cy’s door is closed as I walk into the hallway again. So far, so good. I make it downstairs without an issue and turn off the TV. It doesn’t take me long to gather up my food into the takeout bag again, but I hesitate when I get to the stairs. There is talking coming from Cy’s bedroom. Maybe it’d be better to leave again. I don’t have to think about what I just saw if I’m busy doing something else.
I don’t have to picture the way Cy bit their lip right when they orgasmed. The way their long hair and slim waist looked feminine from behind. So at odds with the way they were thrusting …
Fuck. Stop thinking about it, Theo.They’re my stepsibling. Even if they weren’t confusing enough with the nonbinary thing, they’d still be off limits. I should’ve left the door closed. This is so fucked up. And why the hell did I get hard?
