Siblings

AN: Again mostly smut. Yes it is supposed to be like a bad porno that was my goal. Finally had time to finish this (been working on it for like a year) because of the ridiculous quarantine. I do warn you this is my first smut fic so keep that in mind if it's awkward. Anyway, enjoy!

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It was the first day of senior year and Spencer was finally home. His mom had come out into the kitchen to greet him home.

"So, how was it?" She had a summer dress on and her makeup made her face strangely colorful. Strange as in she never put makeup on.

"By it, do you mean prison?" he muttered. Before she could give him the classic pity look, he added, "Why are you all fancy today?"

"Oh, Daniel's taking me out tonight," she beamed.

"Ah, good ol' Dan the man. Have fun, don't party too hard." She scoffed at the very idea of "partying too hard."

Spencer escaped to his room before Dan could greet him and sulked for a while. He was assigned homework the very first day and was rather put off by it. He did it obviously, but was still grumbling about it when he shuffled into the kitchen again to look for a snack. Dan was there in his khakis and button-up shirt. He was the perfect suburban dad; he just wasn't Spencer's dad. Spencer's dad left him and his mom when Spencer was around ten. But it didn't bother Spencer anymore. It was his loss.

"Oh, hey, Spencer. How was school?"

"Peachy," he prompted sarcastically. But Dan wasn't annoyed, he just smiled.

"You're almost there, Champ." Spencer wanted to barf. Champ.

"Spencer, we're going to be back late, did you want money for food?" his mother asked him softly.

"N-no, I'm good. I'll find something," he assured hastily. He hated taking money from his mother.

"Well, okay. Be safe and don't stay up too late. I love you."

"Love you too, Mom." And with a nod from Dan they both left for their date night.

Spencer felt his whole-body sigh with relief. He was home alone. He hadn't been home alone since he was in middle school. He let a big, stupid grin stay on his face as he grabbed some snacks, wrapped himself in a big duvet, and headed into the living room instead of his bedroom. The flat screen TV was his for the night.

The next two hours were the most peace he'd gotten in a long time. It ended all too soon when the familiar slam of the front door vibrated through the house. He prayed silently that whoever it was had just forgotten something in the kitchen and was about to leave again. He was never that lucky.

He paused his show and waited, knowing the routine by heart. A bag dropped, the cupboards raided, fridge slammed, and the shuffling of those awful crocks across the hallway. She was home.

She stopped at the entrance of the living room and stared at Spencer for about a minute before asking through a mouth full of food, "What are you doing here?"

"I live here," he retorted. She swallowed the food finally.

"Well, duh, I just didn't expect to see you out of your cave, but I guess hermits can move after all." She moved closer to his position on the couch. "But you didn't leave your shell I see," she commented as she poked her index finger into the duvet until it found Spencer's arm. He wanted to slap her hand away but thought better of it. He didn't want to seem childish, especially not to her. She pulled back and left for her room down the hall without another word.

Spencer un-paused his show, grumbling to himself. The nerve that girl had to call him a hermit. It wasn't like he was obsessed with his phone or wore headphones 24/7. It was actually nice that she'd just pretend he wasn't there. He preferred that. He didn't want the prettiest girl in his grade to acknowledge him at all. She'd probably talk smack about him to everyone. Actually, she already does.