This Moment

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A/N: Never done a story before. This is my first one ever so I guess I just hope it turns out okay. 

My eyelids tear open as my room is filled with loud banging noises originating in the room next to mine. I rub the crust away from the edges of my eyes, and push off the heavy blankets from my bed as I look to my side table to find the time. The digital clock reads 3:15 A.M.. Why in hell would my sister be up at this time?

I cover my ears with my pillow, and press my face against the mattress, but the noises don't stop. I pull out my beats headphones from my side table drawer because the noise canceling setting should do the trick, but even after playing music at the highest volume possible, I can't escape these obnoxious sounds.

I quickly get out of bed and stomp to my door, then turn the knob as the door unlocks and makes a barely audible "click" sound. After almost pulling the door off its hinges, I continue to stomp as loud as I can, trying to seem as angry as possible. I stand in front of the doorway to my sister's room and push the slightly creaked open door with full force. Words almost escape my mouth until my eyes fix on the horrific scene happening before me. A guy, who I recognize from school, lays on her bed, head tilted back, and hand on the back of her neck.

The pale moonlight pours through her dark purple curtains, and illuminates the room just enough for me to get a scarring picture of the traumatic event. His short brown hair is drenched in sweat, and his eyes roll back as moans escape from his mouth. I start to look down at his defined chest and abdomen, but I stop before I reach any lower. I don't want to look any lower.

His head tilts forward and our eyes meet. He returns my horrified expression with a slight grin, and pushes my sister's head down farther, but I escape back to my room when I start to hear the gagging noises escalate.

I lay in bed trying to think of anything other than what I just witnessed. My parents are out of town this week, but I didn't bother asking why because in all honesty I couldn't care less about what they do or where they go.

I should've known my sister would pull some shit like this. She always tells me about her exciting "sexual adventures", and they were disgusting enough to hear about, but witnessing them first-hand is definitely worse.

I love my sister, but I really can't wait for her to graduate at the end of this year because I really need some space from her. She's on the varsity volleyball team at my high school, and I like going to her games sometimes, but being her brother, she forces me to go to every single one of them. It gets pretty fucking boring having to sit my ass down on those uncomfortable bleachers watching her play twice a week. I have a lot of better stuff that I could be doing, but she's also my ride home...so I don't really have a choice.

Another perk of being her brother is that she's pretty popular, but I guess that's where blonde hair, blue eyes, and volleyball spandex will get you.

I wake up the next morning feeling extra tired, which has a direct correlation with not being able to sleep from seeing my sister sucking some guy's dick.

I made my way out of bed, and I walk by my sister's room on the way to the stairs, but the door is closed. They must be dead from being awake so late. I definitely am.

Once I walk downstairs and reach the kitchen, I see my sister standing behind the counter smiling as though she'd gotten a full 8 hours of sleep. "Hey, Ethan." She greeted.

I force a smile back, "Hey, Em." Her real name is Emily, but I've always called her Em for some reason. I don't remember why, but I guess it just happened once when we were kids, and it ended up sticking.

"You need to get ready in like 15 minutes because we need to leave soon." She reminded.

I start walking back to the staircase, "Alright, I'll go take a show-" I am cut off by a slight shove against my shoulder that sends me back a few steps. So much strength from such an unintended shove. I look up and exchange glances with a boy. He's almost a whole head taller than me. I estimate about 6'3". His shoulders are very broad underneath his white t-shirt, and his muscular arms seem like they could tear me in half.