I wondered if I should have bought some food back for Shirley, but I did not want to wake her up.
I contemplated lighting up in the house as I usually did but I actually wondered if the second hand smoke was going to harm the baby.
As much as I did not like the situation, Jenny was right. I was the closest thing left to family that Shirley had and I should be the one taking care of her. A part of me still did care, only I did not show it as much as I should.
I grabbed the keys, my wallet and sticks, intending to head to the coffeeshop for a late lunch.
As I exited the lift, I lit a stick and strolled in the general direction of the coffeeshop. My phone rang. It was Jason.
Me: Yo bro, what’s up?
J: You free to talk? Can I meet you somewhere?
Me: Where’s convenient?
J: Anywhere. I’m driving.
Me: I’m about to have lunch near Shirley’s place. You know where that is right?
J: BCM there?
Me: Yeah. But it shifted to a temp area, hawker centre under renovation, and I was thinking of going to the coffeeshop under the blocks for nasi padang.
J: Ok. I’ll be there on ten.
Me: So fast?
J: At my gf’s place in Tampines now.
Me: Ok. Cya there then.
I wondered what was up. Jason usually did not call me out for chats. It was usually the other way around, or me calling Jenny, or Jenny calling me. In fact the last time Jason and I chatted about stuff other than me banging his sister was when he had relationship troubles. I wondered if it was the case this time. Or maybe Matthew made a police report about our assault on him and we were in deep shit. I received a text.
J: Eat first. I ate already.
So I proceeded to the coffeeshop and ordered random dishes and a kopi-o. Just as I sat down I saw Jason’s car driving past and turning into the car park. That was fast. Had he been speeding? If he was then perhaps the matter was more urgent than I expected. He arrived and sat opposite me, ordering a kopi-o as well.
Me: So what’s up?
J: My parents are getting divorced.
I almost choked.
Me: What? There didn’t seem to be any problems.
J: Yeah. We didn’t know either. Apparently they have a gambling problem. My mom worse than my dad. She practically gambled away their retirement fund.
Me: Ok. That’s bad.
J: They went to Genting again recently and over the past few months to try to recoup their losses. It didn’t really work.
Me: So why the divorce?
J: I don’t know. They didn’t want to talk about it. But they haven’t really been talking to each other since coming back.
Me: Erm. Try marriage counseling?
J: At their age? Nah. I’m letting them make up their own minds about how to live their lives.
Me: So what’s the issue now? Can’t be custody right? Both you and Jenny are adults.
J: They want to sell the house. And take the money. I’m hoping it’s to pay off the debts and not to gamble more.
Me: Then sell it and downgrade la… Why go through a divorce?
J: I don’t know and I don’t really care.
Me: Where will you stay?
J: I’ll rent a place. It’s not as if I can’t afford it. I applied for a BTO, waiting to see if I can get a queue number.
Me: Wow. You proposed?
J: Kind of. The BTO application should speak volumes right?
Me: I guess so. So what’s the problem now?
J: Jenny.
Me: Oh.
It then dawned upon me that Jenny would be homeless, if the sale of the flat went through. She was also jobless, and probably could not afford to rent her own place. Now I saw the gravity of the situation. At least I had a bunk in camp to hide in.
Me: So now what?
J: I can’t bring Jenny with me. I’m not that close to her anyway. And I don’t know if she’ll want to stay with mom or dad after the divorce. If they divorce.
Me: Relatives? Aren’t they influential enough to talk some sense into your parents?
J: Hmm let’s see, my mom’s two brothers are in jail, her sister has cut contact with them. My dad is the only child. I suppose he could move back to his parents…
Me: And Jenny can go along to?
J: Maybe. But they stay in a studio apartment so space is a little tight.
Me: Shirley does have a spare room…
It was Jason’s turn to choke.
J: You’re kidding right? You wanna ask your ex to rent a room to your fuck buddy?
Me: She’s not my fuck buddy anymore…
J: Ever heard the phrase a mountain cannot have two tigers? Or tigresses in this case.
Me: Must be some obscure Chinese idiom.
I wanted to make a joke that they were both dragons, based on the Chinese zodiac, but decided against it.
J: You’re really serious?
Me: Partly. Would be easier to keep an eye on both of them…
J: Easier to fuck both of them too.
Me: Seriously, that thought did not cross my mind.
J: And now I’ve planted the seed of the idea into your head…
Me: Fuck. This isn’t Inception.
J: Yeah. It would be conception…
Me: Very funny. But seriously the pros seem to outweigh the cons. When is the sale gonna be completed? And trust you to joke about this…
J: Probably a few months. I’m joking cos I don’t give a fuck about what my parents wanna do with their lives. I’ve already contributed enough and did my part as a son. And I’ve sacrificed more than my fair share. I never agreed with their gambling habits but thought they would be sensible enough. I even tried the NCPG thing. Didn’t work. I’ve done enough.
Me: NCPG? National Council For Problem Gambling? How about exclusion orders?
J: Tried. They just counter that by going overseas. I’m sick of this shit.
Me: When are you moving out?
J: My essentials are already at my gf’s place. Will need help to move the rest. You free to help?
Me: Well, I don’t agree with this but yeah. I’ll help you move. Just give me a date.
J: I’ll let you know. By the way, you moved back here?
Me: Not yet. Still thinking.
J: Well, you’ve got two girls to take care of. A third life on the way. I’m sorry to dump Jenny on you, but oddly, I don’t know who else I can trust now.
Me: Don’t worry bro, if the time comes, I’ll step up to the challenge.
J: Thanks bro. Owe you a meal
Me: You don’t owe me anything. This is what friends are for.
J: Thanks again bro. I’m heading home now to talk to Jenny. Wanna come?
Me: Nah. Not this time. I’ve got to take care of Shirley for now. Take care bro.
J: You too.
And he left.
As I ate the rest of my meal in silence, I wondered how he could take it so easily. I remembered my own parents divorce. Maybe he really was that much more mature now. I finished my lunch and coffee, lit a stick and headed back to Shirley’s place. I wondered how she would react when I decide to tell her all this.
S: Kor, where are you?
I had barely left the coffeeshop when Shirley messaged.
Me: Coffeeshop walking back.
S: Can buy lunch? Wanton mee. No chili.
Me: Ok. Drinks?
S: Sugar cane with lemon. Thanks Kor.
I u-turned and headed back in the direction of the temporary hawker center.
I returned shortly to find Shirley slouched on the couch watching tv.
S: Hello Kor. Thanks for buying food.
Me: How’ve you been?
S: Tired, very tired. And bloated. And constipated. And cramping.
Me: That bad?
S: Yeah.
Me: I’ll give you a leg massage…
S: Really? You want something in return right?
Me: No.
I went to the kitchen to get a bowl for her noodles.
S: You’re willing to give me a massage and not want something in return?
Me: Like what?
S: A blowjob?
I felt a stirring down below.
Me: No I don’t want a blowjob. You’re pregnant.
S: I didn’t offer sex.
Me: It’s not right. Besides I’m only here to take care of you. Nothing more.
S: Oh.
She looked a little disappointed.
Me: Anyway I don’t think we’ll be able to be back to what we were before. And I wasn’t very fair to you either. But now that you need me, I’ll be around for you. As your brother.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
S: Kor. You finally woken up. And I’m sorry too that the situation has to be like this. But I don’t think I can bring myself to kill the baby.
Me: And I’m not asking you to. I just want to know that you’ll be ok.
S: I’ll be ok as long as you’re around. We don’t have to go back to the way we were before.
Me: I’m glad you understand. Now please eat your lunch before it gets cold.
I massaged her feet and calves while she ate. They felt swollen. Water-retention probably.
S: Kor, that feels so good. Where did you learn it?
Me: I didn’t.
S: Kor, why didn’t you treat me like this then?
Me: I don’t know. I was always a bad guy. I never thought I could be a good one.
S: You’re nice at times. Your girlfriend must be very happy.
Me: Don’t have one.
S: Did you treat your fuck buddy well?
Me: Erm.
S: You can tell me. I’m over it. I want you to be happy too.
Me: You sure?
S: Yes.
Me: I guess I treated her better then I treated you. Maybe because there was no emotional attachment.
S: Yeah, Diane did mention something about you being afraid of commitment.
Me: Uh huh.
S: So why didn’t you go all the way with Diane?
Me: It didn’t feel right. And I wanted to be a better person.
S: Are you?
Me: I don’t know. I feel different. I look at things differently now.
S: And you’re willing to take care of me despite this not being your child?
Me: I’m your brother. I will take care of you no matter what. What happened previously was a mistake. I won’t make the same mistakes again.
S: You’re a really strange person, you know.
Me: Yeah.
S: So you’re single now?
Me: I guess.
S: Not gonna get attached?
Me: Don’t think so.
S: Why not?
Me: I think it’s not the time.
S: Ok. I’ll stop probing. I just want you to be happy too.
Me: I’m happy. Are you?
S: I think so. Isn’t the path to motherhood a thing to be happy about?
Me: No idea. Never been a mother.
S: Haha. Very funny. Can you do my shoulders and neck too?
Me: Sure. After you’re done eating.
S: Kor, you seem troubled. Is there anything you want to tell me?
Me: Actually yes. But I don’t think it’s the right time.
She put down the bowl and I moved behind her to massage her neck and shoulders.
S: Just say it.
I ignored her and continued massaging her neck. Suddenly she moaned.
S: Oops.
Me: That sounded rather sexual.
S: It does feel good.
Me: Right.
S: Really. You’re damn good at this. It’s making me horny.
Me: What?
S: It’s a hormonal thing. Pregnant women get horny.
Me: Well keep your hormones in check then.
S: So are you gonna tell me what’s on your mind?
Me: Not really.
S: Tell me or I’ll keep bugging you.
I sighed.
Me: Ok. But promise you won’t get upset.
S: Ok.
And I proceeded to tell her about Jason’s problems and the proposed solution.
I expected Shirley to get upset, start crying, or shout at me for even bringing up the idea. Strangely, she did not. Perhaps she was really enjoying the shoulder massage.
S: When?
Me: It’s not confirmed yet. May not even happen.
S: I see.
Me: You sure you’re ok with it?
S: I guess so. At least I’ll have a companion in the house. And someone to gossip about you with.
Me: Ok. Now it’s really sounding like a bad idea.
S: Am I supposed to charge her rent?
Me: Up to you. You did mention that you wanted to rent out a room.
S: But she’s your friend.
Me: So?
S: And she isn’t working. So it will be a little hard to pay rent right?
Me: She’s temporarily unemployed.
S: Will you be moving back in as well?
Me: I’m still thinking about it.
S: Why?
Me: Don’t feel comfortable.
S: Would you be more comfortable if she’s here too?
Me: I don’t know.
S: Ok. Then I’m agreeable for her to move in on a few conditions.
Me: Which are?
S: No smoking in the house, don’t be too noisy, no funny guests. If she can contribute to the utilities and other expenses it would be good, if she can’t then it’s ok. Can she cook?
Me: I highly doubt it.
S: Hmm. Then maybe she has to help me buy food when I’m less mobile. And do the housework and stuff.
Me: Sounds like a maid.
S: I’m not done.
Me: I thought you said a few conditions?
S: Terms and conditions subject to change.
Me: Ok. Carry on.
S: I want you back here as well.
Me: That’s not a condition for her.
S: I didn’t specify that either.
Me: Fine.
S: She can take the spare room and I guess the study room can be converted back into a room for you. Or you can take the living room.
Me: Sounds reasonable.
S: And if you want to have sex with her, could you do it when I’m not around?
Me: We’re not fuck buddies any more…
S: That’s just in case either of you are tempted.
Me: Seriously we’re just friends now.
S: Not intimate at all?
Me: Er well, sometimes we do hug.
S: And kiss?
Me: Not really…
S: So it might lead to sex?
Me: No.
S: You sure?
Me: Yes.
S: So how do you satisfy your urges?
Me: I don’t.
S: Seriously?
Me: If I can’t take it then I’ll wank la…
S: Even if you have a willing girl to sleep with you?
Me: Yes.
S: Ok. You’ve really changed.
Me: I’m trying.
S: Do you think my breasts got bigger?
Me: Er. Aren’t they supposed to? Some hormonal thing.
She cupped her breasts.
S: Doesn’t feel any bigger.
I stopped massaging her.
Me: Are you trying to seduce me?
S: Maybe.
Me: Fucking a pregnant woman is not one of my fantasies.
S: I’ve been really really horny.
Me: Like I said many years before, you have fingers, use them.
S: Doesn’t feel the same.
Me: Why are we even talking about this??
S: Kor, I know things have changed between us. But I really wish you never left.
Me: It’s too late for regrets.
S: I know. But I really want things to go back to normal.
Me: That’s not very possible.
S: I miss you touching me, caressing my body, licking me all over. Your hard-
Me: Stop it. It’s the hormones speaking. You’re gonna be a mother soon.
S: So I’ll be a MILF.
Me: Very funny.
S: Do you think you’ll ever sleep with me again?
Me: I can’t answer that.
S: Am I no longer attractive to you?
Me: It’s not about being attractive. Yes, you’re still damn attractive. Your breasts are rounder and you look very womanly. If you weren’t pregnant and things between us were still the same, I’d be fucking your brains out every day.
S: It’s the baby right? It’s because it’s not yours. You think I’m a slut. And stupid for keeping the baby.
Me: No I don’t. Like I said, things have changed. And I’m against abortion. We all make mistakes, some worse than others. If you decided to keep the baby I’ll stand by you and support you, but as your brother. It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you or I don’t find you attractive anymore. But it would be against my principles. Besides, what if the father comes back and we were together? You would be making things very difficult for yourself, and the child.
S: He’s not coming back. I won’t let him. And you know something?
Me: What?
S: I’ve never heard you say things that make so much sense before. In a different situation I would be falling in love with you again.
Me: Abandon that thought please. Now I’m really just your brother.
S: I know. And I’m glad.
Me: Have you told your parents yet?
S: No. How do I tell them something like this?
Me: I don’t know. But somehow someday you’ll have to tell them.
S: I know.
Me: Are you feeling better now?
S: Yes. I’m glad we managed to somehow clear the air. And your massages are damn good. Will you massage me every day?
Me: Sure.
S: Thanks Kor. You’re the best. I’m going to take a nap now.
Me: Ok. I’ll go out and be back by dinner.
S: I’ll let you know what I want.
Me: Sure.
S: So you’ll move back in?
Me: Still thinking.
S: By the way, what’s her name?
Me: Who?
S: Your ex fuck buddy.
Me: I wish you’d stop referring to her that way. Her names Jenny.
S: Ok. That’s a nice name.
Me: Ok I’ll be going now.
Shirley suddenly ran over and jumped onto me, squishing her soft, tender, growing breasts on me and hugged me tightly.
Me: Woah.
S: Thanks Kor.
I hugged her back.
Me: I’m only doing what I should have done.
Suddenly she grabbed my face and brought hers towards mine, lips parted, her warm, wet tongue slowly snaking into my mouth.
I tried my best to resist but she hung on to me like a leech. Truthfully, it was nice sharing a deep kiss with someone you like after so long.
Shirley dragged me back into the house and we collapsed onto the couch, our tongues still engaged in battle. I wondered if the baby was all right.
Instinctively, my hands went straight for her breasts, feeling the glorious fullness her pregnancy brought about. She unzipped my berms and stuck her hand in.
What the fuck were we doing?
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Originally Posted by
magicbrush
oops cousin is here.
excellent story bro enigma.
i hope you’ll see good out of this ordeal soon.
Thanks for the concern. And to my cousin, don’t you think the reason why i never replied to your msgs is because i don’t want to trouble anyone? Did you even check with my brothers or sister if i contacted them? The answer is no. This is my problem to handle. And stop jumping to conclusions about my character and what not. Just because i stopped writing halfway doesn’t mean anything bad happened. Don’t assume. So yeah. Fuck you too.
to all my readers: sorry for the outburst. Just a little pissed off with my cousin. Next update will be up soon.
By now I was already rock-hard, having not released for a substantial period.
The feelings of intimacy filled both my heads as our tongues swirled around each other, tasting each other. I caressed her breasts and occasionally brushed against her nipples which were by now engorged to a much larger size than before. Her hands reached into my briefs and withdrew the throbbing monster. She encircled it and wanked me slowly, purposefully using my foreskin to stimulate the glans. Drops of pre-cum oozed out and were instantly used as lubricant.
I moved my hands downwards, caressing the slight bump on her tummy, feeling her nicely rounded hips.
Then I stopped.
Me: Fuck.
I grabbed her hand off my cock and zipped up my berms, not caring that my raging hard-on was begging for a release.
Me: I’m sorry. I can’t do this. We shouldn’t be doing this.
Shirley looked at me and began to tear.
S: Kor, I want you so bad.
Me: No. It isn’t right. I really can’t.
I grabbed my stuff and headed for the door.
Me: I’m really really sorry. I have to go now. I’ll be back for dinner.
S: Kor! Please!
I shut the door and practically ran off. The lift was nowhere in sight so I ran down the stairs.
Once I reached the ground floor, I took out my cigarettes and lit one, while walking briskly to my car.
Upon reaching, I stubbed out the cigarette and started the engine. I took out my phone and typed a text message.
Me: I’m coming over. I really need you now.
Without waiting for a reply I sped off, reaching Jenny’s house in less than 20 minutes. She was waiting for me at the lift lobby.
J: What’s wrong?
Me: Can we go up?
J: No. Parents there. I don’t wanna be there.
Me: Jason?
J: He just grabbed more of his stuff and left. What’s happening?
I grabbed her hand.
Me: Roof garden.
We headed to the roof garden and found a secluded spot. I lay on the bench on Jenny’s lap. She stroked my hair.
J: What’s wrong?
Me: I almost did something I know I will regret.
J: What?
Me: I almost fucked her.
J: Who? Shirley? Literally or verbally?
Me: Sexually.
J: Huh? Why?
Me: I don’t know what came over me.
J: You still love her la.
Me: It’s not that.
J: Don’t bluff. You wanted to fuck her. Her breasts must be damn nice now…
Me: That’s not the point.
J: Then?
Me: I stopped before it went further.
J: How far?
Me: We were kissing and I was playing with her breasts and she was wanking me.
J: And then you stopped but you are still horny so you came to find me?
Me: Yeah.
J: You wanna fuck issit?
Me: No la! I just needed to be with you.
J: Why? I bet she’s so much hotter than me now. And very horny as well.
I sat up.
Me: I’m trying to be serious here.
J: So am I. I know you’re trying to change, but give up sex with a hot girl? I doubt you can.
Me: I haven’t slept with you in a while right?
J: True. And why?
Me: I don’t know.
J: I mean we aren’t really fuck buddies any more, but I’ll never turn you down.
Me: Jenny, please. I need some non-sexual companionship now.
J: Ok.
I hugged her tightly.
Me: I really don’t know how I let it happen.
J: Obviously you’re horny. How long has it been?
Me: What?
J: When you last had sex.
Me: A very long time?
J: Wanked?
Me: Since the last time I had sex la.
J: So you’re absolutely bursting.
Me: Probably.
J: So fuck her then. She wanted it right?
Me: I think so. But I can’t. It’s not right.
J: So once again you end up here. And then you’re telling me you don’t want to have sex with me either?
Me: Yes.
J: Weirdo.
I hugged her even tighter.
J: So if I started kissing you now and playing with your cock, you wouldn’t want to have sex with me?
Me: Ordinarily I would. But no.
J: Ok. Then what do you want?
Me: I just want to hold you in my arms.
J: That’s sweet, but you do realise I feel like a substitute?
Me: I’m sorry.
J: So do you want to release or not?
Me: Nope. I’m fine. I’m very contented just holding you.
J: Super weirdo.
But she snuggled up to me anyway.
We cuddled in silence for a while longer.
J: I’m guessing Jason told you what’s been happening?
Me: Yeah.
J: And that dickhead suggested you take care of me?
Me: Well yes.
J: Crazy.
Me: I also asked Shirley if you could move in if you needed to.
Jenny broke off from our embrace.
J: You what?!
Me: I just told you.
J: You’re crazy. I’m the cause of your breakup. If it can even be considered a breakup. And you want me to move in with her? I might get killed while I’m asleep.
Me: She’s cool with it.
J: I’d rather die on the streets.
Me: Really. She’s fine with it. But I practically ran away just now, so I don’t know if anything has changed.
J: I won’t move in.
Me: Please? At least I can keep an eye on both of you.
J: You’re moving in too?
Me: I guess so.
J: Move in then. I’ll stay here.
Me: If the house gets sold?
J: I’ll survive. Somehow.
Me: Really. Just come with me and have a chat with her. Then we’ll see how things go.
J: You’re nuts. I don’t have a death wish.
Me: Nothing will happen. I’ll be there. I’ll protect you.
J: Ah ha! Why do I need protection if nothing is gonna happen?
Me: Figure of speech. Do you wanna come or not?
J: Just to see if we can be suitable housemates? With the guy with both used to sleep with hanging around?
Me: What’s wrong with that?
J: Well either we do get along and one fine day we’ll somehow have a threesome and then we’ll all regret it, or she’s setting this up to take revenge on me, or you.
Me: I don’t think she’s capable of that.
J: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Ever heard of that?
Me: Yes. But I’m giving you a convenient option. You wanna stay here and be miserable? Jason’s already moving out.
J: He’s just trying to prove a point.
Me: And?
J: I’m not like him.
Me: Are you happy living here now?
J: Not anymore. But what can I do?
Me: Move in with me.
J: Crazy.
Me: Trust me.
J: I don’t want to be a light bulb.
Me: For?
J: You two.
Me: We aren’t exactly getting back together.
J: You almost had sex today.
Me: Almost. I came to my senses.
J: I’m still now convinced.
Me: How do you know she won’t be the light bulb?
J: You and me? That’s even worse. I’d rather we rent a room somewhere else if we really were together. And that’s 6 years time. If we’re still single.
I remembered the pact.
Me: Well, I’m not sure I should move back alone.
J: Oh I get it.
Me: What?
J: You’re afraid you’ll give in to temptation. So you came to me hoping to get your release so you won’t be horny when you go back there.
Me: Do you really think so lowly of me?
J: Nope. But it sounds logical right?
Me: Somewhat.
J: What are you afraid of?
Me: I don’t know.
J: Then go live with her, take care of her. She needs you more now. I can take care of myself. Besides, I might not be able to afford the rent even if I moved there.
Me: Who said anything about rent?
J: Ok, now you’re really being absurd. You expect me to go and live with you and you ex for free?
Me: I’ll work things out.
J: Well my answer is still no.
Me: Do consider it.
J: Right.
Me: Do you want to go somewhere else now?
J: What ever for? You really want sex right?
Me: No! Argh. Never mind. I’ll just head back there.
J: Yeah. You should. This conversation is getting nowhere.
Me: You’ll be fine right?
J: Do I look like a little kid to you?
Me: No.
J: Then please go and fulfill your duties.
Me: Ok. I’ll catch up with you soon?
J: No need. Spend your time with her. I’ll let you know if I need anything.
Me: Ok. Take care then.
J: Look, I appreciate your efforts, but you need to prioritize. I’ll see you when I see you.
Me: Ok.
We shared one last hug and I left.
It was not yet dinner time so I drove around aimlessly, thinking about whether I should return to Shirley’s house.
Was it really such a big deal if I had sex with her even if she was pregnant with another man’s child?
I still could not convince myself that it was alright. In any case, I doubt I would be having sex with her if she was pregnant with my child anyway. No doubt scientific research has proven that it is safe to have sex during pregnancy, the thought of it just put me off. Imagine you are peacefully sleeping in your nice warm bed and suddenly you get unwanted visitors. Millions of them. Furthermore, what if she got pregnant while pregnant? I recall reading somewhere that it was possible, though highly unlikely.
I eventually reached east coast and parked the car before heading to my favorite spot, the breakwater. I checked the time, it was only 4pm.
I kinda of regretted not being able to spend more time with Jenny, especially after finding out about her family problems. But in a sense she was right. Shirley did need me more right now. But truthfully I was afraid. Afraid of going back and losing control. Afraid of doing more things that I would regret for a long time. And if I gave in to her sexual needs, she would get the wrong idea and assume that we were alright. Thought it was my fault that she is in this state, I did not feel that I should be making any attempt to reconcile. Things have changed. Maybe I have changed.
I continued staring into the open sea, watching the dark clouds form. It seemed like a storm was coming. Or maybe it was getting late. The weather had been unpredictable lately. Scorching heat in the morning and early afternoon, followed by vicious thunderstorms later on.
A text message came in. It was Diane.
D: Where u?
I wondered if I should reply. Diane was starting to became a pain. How did she get involved in this anyway?
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was a trap set by both of them as revenge for breaking their hearts. But maybe I was paranoid.
I did not reply in the end.
It was nearing 5pm when suddenly someone sat down next to me. I turned to look. It was Diane.
Me: How did you find me?
D: Not a lot of place you would go. You told me before.
Me: I did? Shit.
D: She told me what happened.
Me: What?
D: That you two almost lost control.
Me: I didn’t mean to.
D: Why can’t you just give in?
Me: What?
D: I thought before me you were all about the sex? Not rejecting it when it came?
Me: It’s different now.
D: Because she’s preggers?
Me: Yeah.
D: So? Pregnant women can have sex. They’re like any other women, but you just need to be a little more careful, and only do it in certain positions.
Me: It’s not that.
D: Then what?
Me: I just can’t bring myself to do it.
D: You turned gay or something? Sex is sex. Of course it’s a bonus if you love the person.
I kept quiet.
D: Well?
Me: Well what?
D: Do you love her?
Me: I can’t answer that.
D: Why not?
Me: Things have changed. Stop probing.
D: Did you love me?
Me: I can’t answer that either.
D: Why not?
Me: It was too early to tell if it was love or not.
D: Can’t we be honest with each other?
Me: I’m being honest.
D: I did not love you. I liked you a lot. And was really looking forward to developing the relationship…
Me: But?
D: You gave it all up. All because of a stupid argument about your family. Do you even care about them?
Me: Not really?
D: Why not?
Me: Where were they when I needed someone? All my dad wanted was money. I’m ok with my stepmom, but if I don’t contact her she doesn’t contact me. My stepbrothers are old enough to take care of themselves, one of them is probably having a better career in the army than me. My sister is already married. She has not contacted me either, so I don’t bother her.
D: What about your natural mother.
Me: I don’t want to talk about her.
I turned away from Diane, not wanting her to see that I was about to cry.
She moved closer and hugged me. I felt her huge boobs pressing against my shoulders.
D: What’s wrong.
Me: Nothing.
D: Tell me.
Me: I hate her ok? She never fought for custody. She just left us with the bastard. It’s like she never cared. I don’t even remember how she looks like.
She hugged me tighter.
D: And you couldn’t tell me all this before?
Me: Not many people know how I really feel. Not my stepbrothers, my sister, cousins, friends. Not even Jason. He knew something was wrong but was smart enough not to ask.
D: Then why open up to me?
Me: I don’t know.
D: If you told me all this before, we probably would still be together.
Me: It’s too late now ain’t it?
D: I still think you’re a nice guy. But I would rather see Shirley happy with you around.
Me: What makes you think I’m happy?
D: If you weren’t, why come back? Why take care of her? Why did you even kiss her back?
Me: I don’t know.
D: There’s a lot of things you don’t know. I think either a part of you wants to be back with her, but you are supressing it. Either that or you are fucking horny. So much so that you almost took advantage of a horny pregnant girl. So which is it?
Me: How would I know?
D: Fine. Only you know yourself. I won’t even try to pretend to know what’s going on in that head of yours.
Me: I didn’t ask you to be my shrink.
D: Whatever. Anyway I’m going back there. She wants KFC for dinner. You coming?
Me: Let me stay here awhile ok? You know this is how I destress and clear my thoughts.
D: Fine. I’ll grab your share. What do you want?
Me: Any deals?
D: There’s the new burger that’s on promotion cos of the avengers movie.
Me: There is?
D: I’m guessing you didn’t even know avengers is launching tomorrow.
Me: Hmm.
D: Do you even know who the avengers are?
Me: Ya la. Iron man, captain America all that right?
D: Oh so you do know something.
Me: Funny. So what’s that new burger?
D: Zinger double down. 2 patties with cheese mayo and turkey bacon in between.
Me: Sounds like a McSpicy Double.
D: No bread.
Me: Huh?
D: The zinger patty is the bread.
Me: That sounds very unhealthy.
D: So what do you want?
Me: Double down lor.
D: I thought you said it’s unhealthy.
Me: I didn’t say I didn’t wanna try it.
D: Fine. Anything else?
Me: Er. Cheese fries? Chicken?
D: You want more chicken?
Me: Why not?
D: Ok. I’ll get a family feast or something. With your double down. Can you finish it all?
Me: Pregnant lady with cravings can finish it. Otherwise there’s the fridge and microwave.
D: Crispy or original?
Me: Mixed?
D: Ok. I’ll go to the Kallang drive through.
Me: There’s a KFC at central.
D: I know. I just prefer the drive through.
Me: Ok.
D: I’ll see you back at her house. If you ain’t back by 7 I’ll bring her here.
Me: Are you nuts?
D: No. Just ensure you are back.
Me: Fine.
Diane got up to leave, brushing the sand off her shorts.
D: Be there.
Me: Bye.
She left and I resumed my staring competition with the open sea.
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Originally Posted by
FirstTimeUser
Do continue updating.. On a side note, because of the previous post, I went to try Zinger Double Down today. KFC should give you some money for helping them advertise on sbf. Haha.
That’s actually quite funny. I didn’t enjoy it though. Too oily. And I have yet to watch the avengers… Will update soon…
I headed back to Shirley’s place after a considerable time stoning. The KFC should have already arrived, given Diane’s great driving skills.
As I entered the door, they were already eating.
S: Kor, your double down’s still warm. Do you want to heat it up?
Me: No need.
I took a seat at the single seater. They were watching tv.
Me: Hey. When did you get MioTV?
S: Recently. Figured I’ll need something to do…
Me: Got MioStadium?
S: The football channel? No.
Me: Damn.
S: I can subscribe if you want.
Me: It’s ok. Last game is next weekend anyway.
S: Next season?
Me: See how la.
S: If I get it will you stay here?
Me: Huh? Er. No.
S: Why not?
Me: I’ve already decided to stay. Don’t need extra motivation. Especially what happened this afternoon.
S: Oh about that…
Me: Let’s not discuss it ok? Eat.
I unwrapped the oil-stained paper of the double-down and almost instantly regretted by choice.
Me: Oh my god.
D: Looks bad right? Good luck eating it.
Me: I think the amount of oil in those chickens is equivalent.
Shirley rubbed her tummy.
S: But baby likes it…
Me: Er.
I did not know if I should cringe, but I kept a straight face and decided not to say anything stupid.
Me: It’s not very healthy.
D: Once in a while. And are you gonna deny a pregnant lady her cravings?
Me: I guess not.
I took a huge bite into the sinful burger and felt the oil ooze out, slowly coating my throat with each chew. Sinful as it was, it actually tasted good. But extremely oily. Way too oily for my liking.
S: So how’s the burger?
Me: I don’t know I can even call it a burger.
I looked at the two patties of breaded spicy thigh meat and wondered which imbecile actually came up with a monstrosity like this.
As if reading my thoughts, Diane answered.
D: This has actually been in the US for quite awhile. Apparently it’s one of the top 5 unhealthiest fast food items around?
Me: Thanks for the info.
I wondered how many 2.4km runs I would have to clock, or how many hours in the gym this one burger would equate to.
S: You don’t like it?
Me: I guess it’s good for the first few bites…
D: Then don’t eat it. There’s lots of chicken.
True enough. There appeared to be 2 buckets of chicken.
Me: Two family feasts?
D: Yeah. One crispy one original.
Me: That’s like 20 pieces?
D: 16 pieces only.
Me: For three persons?
D: Around 5 per person. Not alot.
Me: Plus the whipped potato, coleslaw, popcorn chicken…
D: Are you a man or not? I’m sure you can eat more than this. Besides me and Shirley already ate around 10 pieces…
Me: Gluttons.
S: I’m eating for two…
Me: Ok. Fine. I’ll eat my share. Just need to run later or something…
D: Ok! I’ll go with you.
Me: Erm.
I glanced over at Shirley. She appeared to be a little jealous. I remembered how Diane almost gave other jitters nose bleeds and heart attacks the last time she ran.
Me: I don’t think it will be tonight though. Will be too full.
D: Ok. Let me know when then.
I tried to change to topic.
Me: So I’ll take the study room?
S: Sure. Jenny coming over?
D: Who’s Jenny?
A part of me almost died.
S: His ex fuck buddy.
D: What’s she coming over for?
S: To stay as well? She’s having some family problems.
Diane looked at me as though I was some huge bastard. She turned to Shirley.
D: Are you nuts? She’s the cause of all this. And you’ll allow her to stay here?
Me: Hey. Mind your words.
D: You’re worse than I thought.
S: I’m ok with it. I’m sure she’s changed.
Me: It wasn’t even her fault to begin with. It was mine ok?
D: Once a slut always a slut.
Me: Hey. Shut the fuck up.
D: You’re gonna make me?
S: Kor, D, stop arguing. I already said I’m ok with it.
D: How can you even consider it?
Me: Shut up la.
S: It might be good for me. Making more friends, getting to know what’s going on in his head.
D: His head is full of shit. And sex. And whatever.
Me: Oh speak for yourself.
S: Enough!
We both shut up instantly.
S: My decision is final. If I say ok means ok. Understand?
D: Yeah.
S: So is she?
Me: No. She’s uncomfortable about the whole situation.
D: Must be guilty.
Me: You bitch.
D: Bastard.
S: Before I throw this chicken at both of you, please stop it. It’s my house. And baby doesn’t like all this noise.
D: Sorry.
S: Kor?
Me: I didn’t start this.
S: You’re still staying right?
Me: Yeah.
S: Good. That’s all I needed to hear. I’m going back to my room now. You two can sort out your differences. Quietly.
She retreated to her room, leaving me and Diane staring daggers at each other.
Somehow the night was not turning out the way I expected.
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Originally Posted by
FirstTimeUser
Oh well, the double down is really oily, and not that easy to chew for a burger.
Of course, I do not know Diane personally, but from your write-ups on her previously, it sounds kinda rich coming from her. Haha.
It’s like the pot calling the kettle black… But yeah, even though I’ve moved back, Diane seems to be a constant thorn in my side… Really wonder what game she’s playing…