"12"
"Hmm, interesting. What do you like about that age?'
"I dunno, I guess I just think they're kind of cute." David said, starting to step into the cold rain.
"Now, don't forget to come by my shop tomorrow. It's very important that you do."
David just shrugged closing the door with a click. The smell of rain was rather soothing as he watched the car begin driving down the road, quickly disappearing around a corner. He blinked some rainwater out of his eyes as he splashed towards the front door.
The door opened silently as he turned the knob, and a wave of warm air washed over him. He quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he glanced through the dark living room, towards the kitchen ahead. A light was on, and he could hear someone inside. Curious who would be up, he strode towards the kitchen, glancing around the corner into the large room.
A chubby girl was standing in front of the snack cupboard with her arms loaded with snacks. Her long black hair came almost down to her round butt, and one of her thick arms was shoveling chips into her mouth as she peered about in the cupboard. Pausing momentarily from her feast, she tugged at her tight shirt, trying to pull it around her plump belly. Though he couldn't see it, he was sure that her pants were undone, leaving her belly unrestricted by her too small jeans.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen his sister sneaking snacks after their parents and older brother went to bed, but he hadn't ever told anyone. His face began turning red as he felt a tightness in his pants, and he retreated back into the living room. Taking a deep breath, he peered around the corner at his growing younger sister, watching her feasting unaware of his presence.
Finally, he tore his gaze away, not wanting to get caught and made his way up to his room. He glanced into his sister's open door, at the stereotypical room within. Several posters of popular bands were hung up on the walls, and music was playing quietly from her computer on the desk by her bed, though it was locked so he couldn't see what she had been doing. Several empty bags of chips were strewn about the desk and floor near it.
The sound of snoring was coming from further down the hall. He shook his head, amused at how loud his brother's snoring was as he stepped into the room next to his sister's. His room was a bit messy, and he knew he needed to clean it up, but he hadn't really been able to bring himself to do it. His computer was on his desk with his homework next to it. There weren't any posters on the walls, though he did have a large TV near the foot of his bed with several video game consoles attached.
He was pretty tired, but he didn't know if he was quite ready for bed.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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