Blood Rush

Ch. 2: The Thought

Chapter Two: The Thought

Jerome held two fingers to the bridge of his nose, pinching hard to ignore the sound of his mother's beseeching moans to a God that she didn't worship in the next room. His eyes pinched shut with furrowed brows, he exhaled to regain some tranquility.

Fifth time this week. Fifth man this week.

A front as a caring son who wanted to see his mother happy—He had perfected that acting career long ago.

His sister, Delilah, held no such talent. His sister could barely stand being in the trailer knowing that a couple years ago, Lila would let her suitor ransack Delilah's what-used-to-be innocent person. After a while, the idea of Lila having relations with any man made her sick.

He had heard her frustrated cries, knowing that Delilah had put in 45 minutes worth of her time to clean the remnants of the last man who messed up Lila's bedroom. And she wasn't too happy that she'd have to do it again. For the fifth time this week.

Jerome had waited patiently for Lila Valeska to finish up her escapade, but it was taking longer than usual. He didn't dare try to figure out if the fault was the man or his mother. Unable to bear it much longer, he rushed out of his bedroom and headed out of the trailer.

As always, he found Lila's "love life" more bearable when his older sister, only older by a year, was around. And she was. Close by.

Delilah Valeska was stationed outside by a roaring campfire in the warm, night of early Spring. Jerome considered her to be quite beautiful, despite the faded burn marks that were illuminated by the flames—She was clad in her performer's outfit, a red-and-gold ensemble that only covered 80% of her breasts and small material to hide the dip of her hip bones and the majority of her bottom.

While Lila dressed conservatively but was a promiscuous slut behind closed doors, Delilah wore her skimpy outfit for mere profits and for the visual aid of her fire dances while being quite preserved behind closed doors.

When Jerome approached her, she noticed the movement of shadow and then greeted her brother with a generous smile.

"Couldn't take it?" Delilah offered curiously.

"The Bitch just doesn't shut up." Jerome groaned, shaking his head. "Still going."

"Yeah, I imagine." Delilah said, sharing in on a look of disgust. "Probably loose as hell. Can't get him off, I imagine."

"Deedee, no." Jerome objected.

"Okay, I didn't mean to put that image in your head."

"Gross." Jerome uttered.

He stood beside her by the campfire.

Delilah gazed at him for a second.

"Have you ever…?"

Jerome glanced at her.

"Ever, what?"

"Had sex." Delilah answered.

"What sort of question is that? Of course, I have."

Delilah shrugged.

"I guess I'm curious," explained Delilah gently. "About what it's like. Well, what it's like to enjoy it, anyway. I don't count all the others who have had their way with me. Who would?"

The question was rhetorical.

Jerome observed her glossy eyes. He wondered what was going through her head. She turned to him, albeit hesitantly.