Forever and Always

Chapter 58 - A Different Kind of Monday

I woke up to the sound of rain at around four in the morning, an entire hour before my alarm was scheduled to go off. I hated surfing in the rain, but I got up and shuffled towards my sister's bedroom, knocking quietly before letting myself in. I let out a quiet squeak as my eyes focused on the two bodies in the dark room. Mikasa groaned softly and secured her arm tighter around Sasha's waist, looking up at me with a quiet glare. Her gentle movements had woken her partner, who sat bolt upright, her long brown locks only barely curtaining her bare chest, not enough that I didn't catch the small round piercings that glittered in the dim light of the street light

"Shit- um, sorry. I didn't-" I stuttered, rubbing the back of my neck, backing towards the door.

"Mornin', Eren," Sasha grinned, totally unphased by the fact that I could see the entire upper half of her naked body. She waved frantically as Mikasa sat up, glaring at me, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Um, well," I said, clamping a hand over my eyes, embarrassed beyond belief.

"What do you need, Eren?" Mikasa asked shortly. "We don't need to get up for another hour," she muttered after briefly consulting her phone.

"Uh, I was just gonna- um, never mind."

"Oh, come on Eren, tits aren't anything new to you. We both put sweats on before we fell asleep," Sasha snorted, and I could hear her crawling out of bed.

"This is news to me, Eren James Jaeger," Mikasa snapped. "Uncover your eyes, I don't care enough. It's four in the morning. Whose tits have you seen?"

"Um," I swallowed, keeping my hands over my eyes. "It was a long time ago. Do you remember Rico Brzenska? From my freshman year?"

"Oh brother," Mikasa hissed and I could hear her slap her palm against her forehead. "She's so much older than you."

"It isn't like it did anything for me," I replied quietly, my voice still quivering, my hands still tightly wrapped around my eyes. "I couldn't even- never mind."

"Couldn't even what?" Sasha and Mikasa both pried in unison.

"N-nothing! It's none of your business!" I snapped, crossing my arms hastily, squeezing my eyes shut at the absence of my hands.

"Eren, you just saw both of our boobs. I think you can tell us you couldn't pop a boner looking at tits. It's okay, my small homosexual," Sasha giggled. "You can open your eyes now, scaredy cat. I have a shirt on."

"Okay," I sighed, hesitantly opening my eyes, grateful that somebody I saw as nothing more than another sister finally had something covering her. "Thank you."

"Sure. Now explain to me what about these squishy fun bags didn't totally get you going," Sasha grinned in the dark, reaching over and patting Mikasa's chest. "Sorry, babe, you're not as blessed."

The eye roll out of my sister was audible as I wanted to melt into the floor and be scrubbed away by a spot cleaner. I shook my head. "I dunno. Why don't you like dick?" There was a brief silence before Mikasa faked a gag. "See? That's what I thought. Don't ask shit like that."

"I mean, personally I think it was the one time in third grade I walked in on you showering," Mikasa snickered. "Scarred me for life," she laughed.

"Okay. This conversation is o-v-e-r. Donezo. Down the drain along with my dignity, so thanks for that. No mas," I asserted, rubbing my temples theatrically. "Don't remind me."

"Ew. Boys," Sasha snorted.

"You guys are weird," I muttered. "I'll leave you alone to your scissor-fest, ya nasties."