¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

2.16

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢

"Dear, it's your turn to do the laundry!" I heard my mother shout all the way to the door of my bedroom.

Sometimes, I wondered why she was still a housewife when she could become an opera singer with that voice. She was hitting some hard notes, and if I didn't want to be the next thing she hit, I had to do as she said.

Muttering under my nose, I stood up from my bed, throwing the headphones over my pillow. I was supposed to be studying for my exams, but then again, I didn't even attend half of my classes.

I went to the bathroom, grabbing the laundry basket that was half full before going downstairs again. My bedroom was a mess, and I wasn't sure which clothes on the floor were clean, so instead of sniffing them, I just threw everything in the basket. Whistling, I walked out of my bedroom, and without knocking, I entered Elli's room. Moans and skin-on-skin sounds were the only sounds in the room, but it was so low I almost didn't hear them when I intruded the room, making Elli quickly pause the video.

"What the fuck!" Elli cursed, closing the phone and throwing it beside him.

I couldn't help but laugh at Elli's reaction. Porn was normal. And, to be fair, I was starting to worry why Elli wasn't watching or asking questions about the birds and the bees. But then again, I didn't ask my parents either. But then again, I didn't need it. I still remember quite well the making of Elli Styles, and it wasn't a pretty picture.

"It's fine. I'm just here to pick up the laundry," I said innocently, walking around the bed to reach the chair with a pile of clothes over it, "Then you can continue your afternoon masturbation."

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing as I pulled the clothes into the basket."Though, big brother's advice - lock your doors next time. Mom ain't knocking for shit," I said, stopping with my chore when I found an... interesting clothing article.

"I would've if Dad hadn't knocked out the lock last time," Elli argued back.

Why the Hell did Elli have a skirt the size of a belt?

With the denim kids-size skirt in hand, I turned to face Elli. "What the fuck is that?" I asked, almost choking on my words.

Even the girls I hung out with had longer skirts. At least, theirs covered their ass. Now it's obvious that I'm the decent Styles, but I'm starting to worry Elli is the whore-y one.

"I-I..." Elli paused, "It's Nina's. She was looking for it the other day. I didn't even realize she could've forgotten it here."

Ah, yes, the whore-y girlfriend. Mom and Dad must be proud of me - at least I bring decent girls here.

"Not surprised she couldn't find this thing," I mocked, crunching the cloth into a ball, "Return it like this. I'm not wasting water for her."

I threw it at Elli, laughing. For fourteen-year-olds, they were having sleepovers a little too much. And Nina was forgetting half of her stuff all the time. It was weird, but I wasn't that interested in learning what they were doing at those sleepovers. I had an idea, and that was enough to know Elli was no longer a child.