7 Days of Incest/Prologue/Sleep at Your Friend's House
With a deep groan, you pull yourself to your feet, scuffle across the lawn, and walk up the pathway to your neighbor's house. You lean your head against the door while repeatedly pressing the doorbell."Come on Scott!" You wail, “I know you’re there, so open the damn door!" Its no use, you can feel your eyes close and your body begin to slide down the door as the fog of exhaustion finally overcomes. “Come on… please…” You mutter as you drift off.
So soft, you think as you rub your cheek against the fluffy cloud you're resting on. Thump.. Thump... Thump... THUMP THUMP THUMP...
"WHAT?" A voice seems to boom at you from outside the heavenly void of your sleepy mind. "Hey... Hey... Jake! Wake up ya fucker!”
Without warning, the cozy bed vanishes in a puff of smoke, sending you free falling back into consciousness. Slowly, you crack your eyes open to see Scott, your childhood friend, standing over you. "Uggghhhh.... S-Scott?" You manage to croak out.
“Jesus mate, my porch ain’t a park bench!” Your friend said, as he helped you inside. “You look tired as fuck.”
“No shit, sherlock.”
”Easy man… what the hell happened?”
“Sorry,” You said as you plopped down on his couch. “It's just been... one very long day at the end of an exhausting week. Several double shifts in a row, then a packed afternoon practically on my own after another round of call ins. And do you know what's the cherry on top of this shit sundae? I damn well get fired by that lunatic bitch of a CFO, all because my attention wasn't exclusively on **her**!"
“Wait a minute... you telling me you got fired?" Your friend said with a laugh. "And by the CFO of Steak Out no less? That's quite the way to go bro! My mom heard about her, said that bitch really is a real nasty piece of work. Guess you just have the worst luck."
"No kidding," You snort, feeling just a little numb right now. "I could tell that the bitch had it in for me the moment she walked inside. But it gets worse. I'm bone dead exhausted... and what do I have to look forward to when I get home? A week home alone with the goddamned pack! Guess I'm getting another serving of shit sundae this week.”
Scott let out a little whistle. "Ouch," He said, slapping his hand on your shoulder. "I saw your parents packing this morning, but after this... god damn.”
““Listen, would ya mind if I crashed on your couch?” You grumbled. "I can't handle the three stooges. At least not tonight. If I can actually manage to get some sleep, I'll be better equipped for tomorrow.”
Scott thought about it for a moment, looking like he was about to say yes. “Sorry man, but Jess is coming over tonight. Ya know, that blond bombshell with the biggest tits in town? I saw her buying condoms at the grocery store earlier today.”
"How do you know they were for you?" You asked quickly, trying to keep the USS Calm-and-Peaceful-Evening from sinking completely.
"She called me," Scott said with a grin.
"Any chance I could... ya know, play a third wheel?" You asked a little hopefully. "A good fuck does wonders for stress levels, and makes it easier to sleep..."
"Sorry man, no threesomes tonight!" Scott said firmly. "Can't have that bad luck of yours ruining my chances... not when it's handed to me on a silver platter.”
“But... but.. there’s no way I can sleep over there!”
“Ugh… quit you're bellyaching,” He says as he puts his arm around you and helps you into the kitchen. “After rolling snake eyes thirteen times in a row this week, did ya really think I'd just leave you hung out to dry?" He pulls out a bottle of high quality sleeping pills from the medicine cabinet. "I'm a bro who appreciates your need for sleep. So here, take the premium stuff.”
"Prescribed?" You say as you inspect the label. "Isn't that... illegal?"
“Pssshhh... you think too much," Your friend notes with a shrug as he pulls it off. "There, now it's candy. Like anyone will look too closely. Mom won't miss them; they last for ages, and since dad's been out of town so often she's currently stocked up." He pulls out two similar-looking bottles and shakes them to emphasize his point.
"O-okay..." You say as you take the bottle. You weren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. "So... how many should I take to get through the night?"
"Whoa-whoa-whoa," He told you. "Just one's enough take you out for 8 hours. An earthquake? You wouldn't even notice! Once I couldn't find my keys and tried to ask Mom if she'd seen them. But she'd already taken one of these. I shook her, turned her around, even slapped her face. But ma mom didn't even notice."
“Hey, thanks man. I owe ya one.”
“No Problem,” He said as he hustled you to the door and pulled it open. "I'll let ya know if I get some pussy."
"Well shit," you mutter as Scott's door shuts promptly behind you, "That didn't quite go as planned." With an exasperated and confused look on your face, you briefly look around, then back down at the pills in your hand and sigh as you pocketed them.
At least I got a chance to see him, you thought as you walked back towards your house. I've just been so busy these last couple of months. It would've been fun to hang out again... especially with that crush of his coming over. The two of you did have a sort of understanding about this sort of thing; a wingman who aids, shall always get laid, was the saying back in high school. However, the two of you were occasionally co-pilots as much as wingmen. Too bad that didn't hold tonight... A good night's sleep and a good ol' threesome would've done wonders for your stress level. It could've been just like old times...
Still, it wasn't a complete bust; Scott still had your back when it counted. Between the sleeping pills and the casual yet reassuring way he talked to you, that much was still clear. Maybe it was the brief cat nap you had on his porch, but you were start feeling a little bit better! The stress put on by being tired and fired must've gotten to you before, blowing things out of proportion. Now that you had sleeping pills, you'd be able to finally sleep soundly for the first time in weeks. And as for your sisters, well... you've lived and dealt with them for most of your life. Parents or no parents, why should this time be any different? You can handle it; after all, you are in charge now. What could possibly go wrong?
You walk up the steps to your house, feeling far more confident in yourself than you had a half hour ago. You reach out and put your hand on the doorknob, still able to feel the vibrations of Rose's boombox. It seemed like she was still in the living room.