Diaries: Seasons

Prologue

The beautiful Tristian in the media.

Tristian

"Mom! Stop crying! It's just college," Christian said, exasperated. But unfortunately for him, it made her cry even harder.
"But you're my babies!" She whined, holding onto us with a vice grip.

Chresanto, our step-father, smiled apologetically at us while holding their new son, Josiah. I smiled back before getting the wind knocked out of me by another squeeze from my mom's hug.

Christian glanced at me and rolled his eyes before wiggling out of Mom's grasp. On the other hand, I just held her tighter as a few tears escaped my eyes as well. Hearing Chris sigh, I let go of Mom, bringing her back to her loud sobbing. Chresanto went over and put his arm around her shoulder, letting her cry on him.

I always wondered what it would be like if our real father was still around. I don't remember him too much, considering that Mom doesn't keep any pictures of him in the house or lets us contact him. Once Mom told us that we looked like him a little. At the time, I beamed at the thought of that but now I'm not so sure about it.

I mean, why would I want to look like the man who abandoned his family?

"Tris! Come on, let's get going before Mom starts holding on to us again!" Chris yelled from the car.

Giving my final goodbyes to Mom, Chres, and Josiah, I hop into the car with my twin. He looks at me with a longing look, like he doesn't quite want to leave but I know better than to press him on it. He may have gotten a bit more talkative, but he still speaks only when he wants to.

"Ready?" He asks me, his hand on the gearstick.
"Ready." I reply.

He backs out of the driveway, waving at our sorrowful family before riding out into the distance.

"What do you think Dad's like?" I ask as our sperm donor pops up into my head again.
"Tris, I don't know and I don't care." He grunted.
"Sorry."
"It's not your fault, you just wanted to know but I don't want to think about him. He makes me angry and I don't want to be." He says.
"I understand. Don't apologize."
"Don't tell me what to do." He says with a smirk. Not again.
"Boy, please. Don't start with me." I say, ready to argue.
"You know I don't take orders." He insisted, keeping his eyes on the road.
"How much longer is the ride?" I ask him, rolling my eyes.
"5 more hours to go, baby sister." He chuckled.
"Fuck you." I spat.
"You know I'm not into that, little girl."
"I bet your moans would be hot." I teased.

That stopped the conversation. He looked at me with a grimace before putting his eyes back where they belonged, on the road. He opened his mouth to say something but hesitated. Even though I could tell he didn't like the idea of his little sister liking the way he would moan, I saw a hint of a blush come on those cheeks. Aw, who's an embarrassed little Chrissy?

"Why would you say that?" He finally asked.
"Because you're sexy." I drawled.
"Real original, Tris. We're twins, you idiot." He laughed.
"Which is why, technically, the compliment is mine." I smiled to myself.

Christian didn't say or do anything until he took my neck and pulled me closer to him, leaning in towards my ear.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to-to... Ugh." He sighed like he was coming, licking my earlobe in the process. I'm sure it probably would've had me turned on if he wasn't my brother.
"Ew, get the fuck off me, you creep!" I yelled, wiping my ear off. "Get you fucking eyes on the gotdamn road, Christian!" I screamed.

We were 10 seconds from falling off of the highway and the people around us were honking their horns angrily and swerving away from us. Then Christian had the audacity to laugh. LAUGH. Like the shit was just funny as hell.

"What the fuck?" I yelled, slapping his arm.
"Your eyes got so big! Holy shit, they were like dinner plates!" He cackled. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, baby girl." He taunted.
"Cut the shit. I'm not dying so we can play your little incest game, you bitch." I growled, pissed off.
"I'm sorry, Tris." He apologized.
"Fuck off, Christopher."
"That's not my name, hoe." He said.
"Your name is whatever I want it to be. Quit playing, I will fuck you up." I threaten.
"Not today, Satan. Not today." He said.

I really, really tried not to laugh but the way he said it was just hilarious. I busted out laughing and he snickered as well.

"I fucking hate you." I said with a smile.
"Love you, too, sis."

They have a strange relationship. Lol. No, they don't really want each other before someone asks. Incest is not one of the tags on this book so this ain't no brother-sister loving shit. He was just being immature, which is rare for Chrissy. Anyways, I hope you like it!

As always, vote and comment or something.