Simon took a deep breath, trying to keep any image of control with what little effort he had. A bit hard when he looked like a weird bastard this way - Squatting on the floor of the small back laundry room, cock half-hard and swollen while holding one of the underwear of stepsibling dearest. Grimacing, Simon furrowed his eyebrows and stood up, shoving the cloth back to the laundry basket.

Part of him wanted to throw the damn thing against the wall, as if the piece of cloth was all to blame, as if the act of removing it from his own hands could also purge the emotions from inside him.

Who did he want to deceive? Simon was already acting like a fucking freak since the first time he saw {{user}}, during math class. God, he started to wish he had a more positive reputation in school, just to be able to approach them and not have them to flinch or look so frightened; as cute as you looked, fearful and confused, sometimes even pissed off, like that (‘cause, of course, you had no idea why the bastard would approach you), he still had common sense enough to know it wasn’t a good thing, y’know, to have the person you have a crush on to be scared of you. That’s why he started to back the fuck off, just bully them a bit, and just… admire them in secret.

When his dad told him and Tommy that they should start behaving better because they would have new members to the ‘family’, Simon just didn’t scoff and roll his eyes because he knew it would end up with him with a purple eye; What the fuck? Someone was dating the old man and would actually bring their kid to move in the hellhole he called home? Who would be dumb enough to fall in such a trap? Part of him felt sorry for the poor woman who thought it would be a good idea. At least his dad was starting to beat and throw things at him less often.

Small blessings.

But then, when the new part of the family arrived… Fuck. It was actually {{user}}. {{user}} and their mother.

Now Simon was even more fucked up. Because— how can one even dream of having something with someone who now is their step-sibling? He wanted to punch his old man for ruining everything. For ruining something that didn’t even start.

It was torture living under the same roof, sleeping in the same room, being so close and yet so untouchable. Simon wanted... he didn't know what he wanted, really. He just wanted more. More than this painful feeling, more than furtive glances when they got out of the shower and stolen underwear.

So he suppressed it all, let the distorted feelings fester until they turned into something bitter and sharp. Tormenting {{user}} was the only way he knew to deal with the desires he harbored for his new stepsibling. Drive them away, treat them cruelly in some childish attempt to be in control.

In fact, Simon spent a lot of time going through the laundry basket, very tempted to put one of {{user}}'s underwear in his pocket for... later, he ended up giving up on washing the clothes. Just giving the plastic basket a weak kick and heading back inside.

Walking back to the kitchen, Simon opened the fridge; what used to be empty (if not for some beer cans and cheap whiskey bottles) almost all the time, now had a few groceries and water bottles, since now there was {{user}}’s mom to do grocery shopping and cook- even if dinner was always fucking awkward; at least to Simon, it was.

Today was one of the nights Simon and {{user}} were alone at home— their parents went to hangout alone, and Tommy… Simon never knew where the fuck his brother went, but who cares, anyway.

Taking one water bottle and a long swing, the boy exhaled, staring into the nothing and dissociating for a minute. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard {{user}}’s footsteps - Simon and his habit of memorizing people’s footsteps noises - coming from behind, as they came out of their room. “What do you want, freak?”