Chapitre 23: Chapter 22: Elsie’s Way
(Clara's Flashback POV):
The door chime rattled as we entered the store, Mom's hand gripping mine tightly. She smelled like smoke, the cheap flowery perfume she'd practically drowned herself in did little to cover up the smell of cigarettes that clung to her jacket. It didn't help that we had been drenched in rain, the distant boom of thunder reminding me of the frigid water soaking my shirt. Cigarette smoke and the damp smell of fabric were a nasty combination and in the cramped little room between the doors leading into the restaurant it was all I could smell.
"Don't ruin this for me." Mom muttered as she pushed the last door open, the warm air seeping through the opening gap hit my face as she dragged me across the threshold.
The first thing I saw was the burnt orange color of the floor, the quarry tiles glistening under the fluorescent ceiling lights lining the suspended tile ceiling. A wet floor sign sat in the middle of a thin layer of standing water, a bucket and mop haphazardly propped up against the counter. Behind the wood-paneled counter and faux marble top sat a greasy teen covered in zits, a white paper chef's hat sat on his oily hair like a crown.
"Welcome to Pleaser's, how may I help you…" His voice was dull, his hands propping up his chin on the counter as he gave us a lazy look. The man had probably said that same phrase a hundred times today and it was wearing thin on him.
"Could you point me toward Cain Langston's table sug." Mom's voice was as smooth as honey, her soft blue eyes meeting the increasingly embarrassed boy's. She only used her pet name for Sugar when she wanted something done, and the way she batted her eyelashes and leaned forward to reveal the pale flesh of her boobs had the boy stuttering his words.
"U-uh, h-he's in the b-back." The boy pointed toward the gap between the counter and the wall, the hall led to the bathrooms, and past them was a small dining section.
"Thanks, honey." She winked at the slack-jawed boy, her hips swaying to give him a show as she dragged me along. I was treated to the way my mom's ass bounced in her black pleated midi skirt, her pantyhose-clad legs lengthening their stride as she hustled to her new flame. Her heels clicked across the floor, my pink light-up Skechers blazing a path behind her.
"Hey babe!" A boisterous voice filled the air as we passed the red bathroom doors, a man sat in one of the booth seats facing the inner wall of the building. He wore a white wife-beater, his massive arms folded in front of him as he leaned into the red leather padding of the booth's backrest.
His head was shaven clean, the faintest hint of stubble being the only hair he had. A deep scar ran from just below his left eye all the way past his jaw, his cheek sunken in on that side. His coal brown eyes were zeroed in on Mom, a wolfish grin playing across his lips. The man scratched at the stubble on his chin as he used his other arm to elbow the person sitting beside him.
The boy hidden behind the large menu dropped his cover, his eyes meeting mine at that moment. His chubby cheeks glowed a ruddy red, and his brown eyes the same color as his father looked at me with curiosity. He wore a Kentucky Wildcats basketball shirt, the fabric hanging loosely from him like a toga. His pale hands fiddled with the crayons they had at the table for kids, a nervous look crossing his face as he looked up at his dad.
"Don't worry hun, we won't bite." Mom's voice brought his gaze back toward us, the woman's red-painted lips widening into a reassuring smile. The slight gap in her teeth did little to deflect from how beautiful she was, the boy freezing as a crimson blush dusted his cheeks.
"H-hi, my name's Ethan." He smiled back, his lips twitching as he waved his hand in a greeting. The nervous look on his chubby little face would be my first memory of him.
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(present day)
I laid on my bed, my face buried in my pillow as I sobbed. In my hands was Gus, the Bearilla plush Ethan had given me all of those years ago. My fingers ran through the soft grey fur of the toy, my breathing finally slowing down as the racking sobs were replaced with only a hollow ache. I felt like I was drowning under my guilt.
[In a Relationship with Ethan Langston] My face was lit up by the bright blue glow of my phone's screen. My stupid curiosity led me to Abby Miller's Facebook page, and on it was a sappy post about her love for my brother. That wasn't what was currently rending my heart in two though, no that would be the picture attached to the post.
Their lips met in a steamy kiss, the black-haired girl glancing out of the corner of her eye as she threw up a peace sign for the camera. Her other hand was caught in the frame holding the device up, the selfie taken by her for the express purpose of showing off. I could feel the anger practically boiling under my skin, a hoarse scream leaking from my lips as I sent my phone skipping across my mattress.
"Ugh, that fuckin' bitch!" I roared as I rolled on my bed kicking and screaming, my hands punching at the imagined head of that big-titted bimbo. How did she breach his defenses so easily!? My brother is a stubborn idiot, and the fact that he'd even be willing to go out with someone other than Veronica was so far-fetched I would've never believed you if you told me.
*Ding*
The sound of my phone buzzing broke me from my tantrum, my chest heaving as I reached for it.
Turning on the screen I was assaulted by a photo of Ethan, his big dopey grin sending a lance of pain through my heart. In the photo me and him were so close, his muscular arms wrapped around me in a tight hug. We were standing in front of the Shelley County Paranormal Museum's Bearilla display, the looming statue of the monster was right behind us in the photo. He had taken me and Else there for my 15th birthday, and the Bigfoot birthday cake was still stuck in my mind.
[Are you up?] Elsie's text notification covered the bottom portion of the screen, my hand hesitated to open it. She had every right to be mad at me, the love of her life slipping out of her grasp because I was too chicken shit to accept my feelings. Reluctantly and with my eyes clenched shut I swiped the phone screen open, a breath I didn't even know I was holding leaking my lips.
[yeah] I pressed send and waited, my heart thumping in my chest at a mile a minute. Was she angry?
[I'm not angry] I sighed in relief, my eyes watering as unshed tears pooled in the corners of them. Taking the back of my hands I wiped away the salty pearls, my nose sniffling as I tapped away at the screen.
[You should be, I ruined your chance at being with E] My throat felt hot as I fought the urge to burst out into another bout of tears. If I thought about it for long enough I would cry endlessly.
[No, this is nowhere near over because now we are doing it my way.] My eyes widened as along with her bold declaration she sent me an equally more provocative photo.
The girl smiled at the camera, the thing most likely leaning on her bed. Her honey-colored eyes practically glowed with damp need, a deep blush spreading across the bridge of her nose. One of her hands rested on the pale flesh of her massive boobs, her perky nipples topping them were surrounded by light pink areola. I could feel my cheeks burning as I looked at her tits, an uncomfortable heat growing in my stomach.
My eyes drifted down to her smooth midriff, the line of her toned muscles practically begging to be caressed. Around her waist the white lace of her garter belt began, the straps holding up a pair of white thigh-high stockings. The tight fabric sunk into the doughy flesh of her thighs creating a plump little bulge where the stockings ended.
In between those mouth-watering legs of hers was a sight even sexier, her damp pussy. Her outer lips were puffy and red, a strand of glistening femcum dripping down her thigh. Her quim was shaved clean, and the pale skin was blemish free. I gulped at the sight, my eyes glued to the screen as I devoured it with a nervous frenzy.
[What's the plan?] I texted, my heart pounding so hard that I could feel it up in my throat. My palms grew clammy as the phone slipped out of my hands and landed on the bed, the sound of it vibrating filling the air.
[For one I'll start sending him photos like these and you will spend every second taking advantage of your familial relationship to touch him. I want to see you grinding your thick ass against him, let him see more of how sexy you are.] I blushed red, my hands reaching behind my back to feel my ass. Was it really that big?
[Okay, but how will that change anything?] It wasn't like I thought it was necessarily a bad idea but I believed Ethan would shut us down almost immediately. Playful flirting is one thing, but if I go to rub myself on him I'm likely to get scolded.
[Because it is just the lead-up to the main event.] I felt a bad premonition hit me, Elsie was always a sweet girl but when it came to her love of E she was the meanest bitch I knew when it was threatened.
[What's the main event?]
[He still comes home drunk every Friday night right?]
[Yeah, Billy always has to drive him and Ricky home because they get plastered.]
[Well, when Ethan gets home that night instead of entering his bedroom alone he'll find us there waiting for him. We'll spend the entire time before that edging him, and I can already tell you him and Abby haven't had sex yet. She may play rebellious but at heart, she's still a Miller, she wants to save it for a 'special night'.]
[Else, we can't, that's wrong!]
[If we don't then he'll fuck that bitch and we'll spend the rest of our lives as just his 'sisters'!]
[The guilt of cheating on her would kill him!]
[Then what do you suggest? I can't see a way we'll ever stop being treated as family by him without fucking him!]
[…Give me until Thursday night, if I don't have any plans by then we'll go with yours.]
[Fine, but make sure you touch him. If you don't have a plan by then we need to plant the seeds of a potential relationship with him.]
[K, bye] I slumped across my bed as I buried my face in my pillow. A muffled scream filled the air as I banged my fist against the mattress.
"Fuck…she's gone crazy!" It would be only a matter of time before she did something stupid, the girl having absolutely zero filter when it came to Ethan. If I couldn't think of a way to win my brother over to the idea of fucking me and Else she'd pull the most devious shit to make his and Abby's relationship fail. I lay there on my bed racking my brain for answers, the dilemma before me creating a headache as I pressed the back of my hands against my eyes.
*Ding*
The sound of my phone going off startled me, my eyes immediately turning toward the screen as an unfamiliar number texted. The words on it caused my already shitty mood to tank even further.
[Hey, it's Mom I'm coming down the driveway now so please let me in.]
[Who gave you my number?]
[It's a secret~] I groaned as I tossed my phone onto the bed, my back arching as I forced myself to stand. Once up I shuffled out of my bedroom and down the hall, my eyes looking at all of the photos framed on the wall. There was a distinct lack of Mom in everyone, the woman had been absent in our lives for around 8 years now. I'm not really sure I wanted her back.
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