irresistible | jenlisa

apologies

Jennie couldn't sleep. It was fucking midnight, and she couldn't sleep.

If she had her way, she would have already gone over tomorrow's exam subjects, eaten a quick dinner, taken a hot shower and by this time would be asleep. Jennie tried, god knows she tried, but what the hell was she supposed to do if fate fought her?

As if the embarrassment of having crashed to the floor in front of Lisa wasn't enough, she had to deal with her hands. Fuck, her big, luscious hands... Just the memory of them was enough to make that uncomfortable grip in her womb grow.

The way Lisa was holding her against her, the worried tone in her voice, the firm, delicate grip of her fingers against the sore muscle, the way her jaw tightened every time Jennie bit down on the long neck...

A new wave of liquid gushed down her panties. Ugh, Jennie could feel it there, in the hot discomfort between her legs.

Everything was so good... so delicious... and then a bucket of cold water was splashed over her. Hearing Lisa trying to apologize suddenly made her pay attention to what she was doing. Fuck, she was practically moaning in her stepmom's ears as she sat on her lap with her legs spread. She felt like a

— Bitch! — Lisa's scream severed her memory loop like an axe, reminding her of the other reason she couldn't sleep. Ever since she had run into her room to (yet again) escape the conversation her stepmother so desperately wanted to have with her, the house hadn't been silent for a second.

Apparently, her mother wanted to rip Lisa's head off for some reason that she couldn't hear. All that made it to her room were the noises of broken glass and some assorted swearing between the two, the occasional "office" being shouted by both of them. It was like that every time they fought. Both of them got worked up and lost the limit of volume or time, screaming curse words into the night. 

Fortunately, "bitch" seemed to be the last straw for both of them, and all she heard after that was the heavy stomping of the floor, something she knew was characteristic of her mother. Tired and troubled, Jennie thought that now she could finally get some sleep and recharge her batteries for what was going to be another challenging day. She tossed and turned in bed for some time, looking for the best position, when a notification sound caught her attention.

(+***) * **** - **** (this number is not on your contact list)

yesterday

(video media)

for your only, princess

today

Are you awake?

The text flashed in the chat window of her stepmother's second number. Before she could think about responding, Lisa sent another one.

Of course you are...
Are you hungry? I made dinner.
It's ramen, like Ponyo's.

Holy shit. This can not be happening. Why is this happening, god?

Jennie took a deep breath. "I can just ignore her and pretend none of this happened", she thought.

Jennie? Can you answer me? I know you're seeing the texts.

You know it's me, right?