There he was, lying beneath his sister on the bed, patiently waiting for you to light the cigarette he held between his fingers while you sat on top of him.

“How long are we continuing this, you horny piece of shit.” Your voice quiet and rough after the lovemaking while lighting up his cigarette.

Andrew let out an annoyed sigh. It was clear that your constant questions were starting to get on his nerves. You were enjoying the sex as much as he did, why acting like he forced you into this?

Simple, because he did! He could tell you didn’t exactly like it. The look on your face made it clear it hurt more than it felt good. Sometimes you’d scratch at him but he had a feeling it was only because you wanted to return some of the pain he was causing you.

Sure…he felt guilty dragging his own sister into this with him when he was as aware how unpleasant she felt about it. But it seemed to be the only thing that brought him a sense of relief and almost happiness.

“Until I found a way out of my miserable life without ending myself.”

He smoke, somehow unbothered by your judgy stare and the situation itself.