Chapter 2

Yakhir drank far too much the night before and was trying to hide from the bright sunshine that had already heated up the air in his room. Today was his last day of freedom. His lazing in bed wrenched his conscience, admonishing himself that he was spending the first part of it nursing a hangover. He did not remember drinking that much, but what he had slurped down must have been potent.

As he catalogued his body parts and their protests of pain, Yakhir realized that he was naked under the sheet. He cranked open an eyelid, peering at the floor for an accounting of his clothes. None were there. A non-specific dread crept into his thoughts as he feared there was a story from last night with him in a starring, but embarrassing role. Yakhir was a private person in many ways, and not one to discuss his sexual adventures with his peers, unlike most of his friends.

He heard footsteps in the hall. They passed his door on their way to the bathroom, which they entered, closing the door. Yakhir did not move a muscle, even when the bathroom door swung open on its tired hinges. The footsteps returned to the hallway, coming to a stop before his door. A soft rap alerted him that the invader was his sister; only she refused to pound on the plaswood unlike the rest of the family. The door opened quietly as she stepped into his room. He threw her a scowl before returning his head to his pillow.

“So, the great swinging cock is finally awake,” she said with malicious glee, as she leaned over him and peered into his one open eye. He decided that she was having too much fun teasing him and yet, he could not think of a good retort with which to zing her. He cranked open his second eye.

“Where are my clothes?” Yakhir croaked, “How did I get to bed?”

She gave him a little smile, two evil twists of her lips at either corner of her mouth. “Most of your clothes are inside the front door but I may have dropped one of your socks,” Janina said. “As for who put you to bed this morning, let me ask you: who else would drag your sorry carcass off of the street and carry it home?”

“You?” he squeaked.

“And may I say that my brother has grown into a big man, and I do mean a ‘big’ man,” she prodded, making double quotes with her fingers.

“O Madness and Mayhem, how much further down the path of humiliation will you take me?” he shuddered before his body slapped him silly. Yakhir bolted upright as his bladder proclaimed an emergency. Without a sheet or a wrap, he sprinted to the toilet, sighing in relief as he let loose a stream of strong smelling piss. Still standing over the toilet with his limp cock in his hand, Yakhir did his best to regroup. He failed. Instead, he cursorily washed his hands and returned to his bedroom to sit on the bed. With his head aching at both temples, he rested his forehead in his palms.

Janina knelt before him and massaged both temples with her index fingers for a few moments. Then she encircled the base of his neck with both hands and jabbed her fingers into the pressure points at the bottom of his skull. The pain in his temples subsided.

“Thanks” he murmured with sincerity.

The hands released his skull and came back around to his front, only to grasp his dangling cock.

“Janina! Mom?” Yakhir said, collapsing two sentences into mere words.

“Relax, Mom spent the night at auntie’s house. Where did you get this monster between your legs? No wonder Davni couldn’t move last night.”

He moaned. “Davni? I fucked Davni last night? I really must have been blinding drunk,” Yakhir said, feeling more humiliation with each small revelation.

“What is the matter with Davni? She’s cute with a nice figure even if her breasts are a little small,” his sister asked, as she continued to massage his awaking cock.

“She’s dumber than a doorpost; that’s what the matter is,” Yakhir said with a snort. “I had to be drunk out of my skull to sink my cock into her.”

Yakhir stopped his thoughts for a second and realized his sister was still stimulating his cock into a full-blown erection despite his protest. “Why are you doing that?” He asked haltingly.

“Why not?”

“You’re my sister and the last I knew, brothers and sisters don’t play with each other’s genitals,” Yakhir said, trying to explain.

“Some of them do, and we are this morning. I got cheated out of a good fuck last night if you must pry. The dumb bastard drank too much and ended up dazed, confused, and stubbornly limp,” Janina explained. “I need a fuck now, and you, dear brother, owe me for getting your sorry ass home before Dumb Cunt could claim you.”