Chapter two: Problems
Riff lay sleeping on the top bunk, book in hand, or well, not out of hand. His head turned slightly at the noise outside his bedroom door. "Where is that little shit?" Their door flew open and Riff shot up. His dad drunk/angrily stomped to his bed and took one hand and grabbed Riffs shirt, pulling/flinging him over the side of the bunk and onto the ground with a merciless thump. Magenta gasped and sat up in her bed, backing into the far corner of it, whimpering. Riff inwardly groaned. And it begins… His dad kicked him into a kneeling position, then kicked him back onto the floor, picking him up and throwing him into the nearest wall, cracking it. Riffs eyes rolled upwards and half-lidded, blood trickling out of his mouth and head cracked, body already back and bruised. His dad caught a glimpse of the crack. Oh shit. "Look what you did now, you little fucker! Teach you…" "Stop it! The neighbors are going to call the police, damn it!" Riffs father growled and kicked him one last time in the gut then slumped his way out. Riff rolled his eyes, and groaned slightly as he moved to get up.
Magenta waited until she was sure her father was far down the hallway before jumping from her bed and shutting the door, then running over to her brother. "Riff…Riffy, are you okay?" She asked, trying to find a not-so-bruised place on his body that would help her lift him. Riff nodded, but instead of getting up, pulled her into his lap. "Riff! Your hurt, you need to get into bed!" Riff said nothing and barried his head in her shoulder. Magenta sighed, getting up and helping him up. "Come on, you cant make it to the top bunk." Riff, being not so with it, simply followed, eyes dazed. Magenta pushed him into the bed first and then climbed in next to him. Without warning, Riff pulled her agents him and spooned around her, rapping his arms around her waist, putting his head in her neck again. Surprised, Magenta jumped, then relaxed agents him, feeling safe in his arms.
Drifted to sleep…
About 3 am, Magenta woke to something poking her in her lower back. Groaning, she reached down to move it, when something warm and hard met her hand under cloth….
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! Magentas eyes got so wide she was afraid they would pop out of her eyes, when she herd a groan erupt from her brother. Oh no…that was…she touched…oh my gods! What the hell was that thing doing hard? Oh no…it couldn't have been…he must be dreaming. Magenta swallowed and moved to get away gently, when his arms tightened around her, and he grinded his hips agents her, causing an unknown sensation in her lower region, and a fearful excitement in her chest. Oh boy…Riff let out another groan and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear. "Mmm, Mags…" Holy fuckin Christ! Oh no, it was her! But…but…he was her brother…Gods I hope he's asleep and wont remember a damn thing tomorrow! Magenta found her voice. "Not tonight…my dearest brother?" She offered, trying to reach his sleep state. Riff whimper and moved his own hand down to himself. Magenta wanted to jump away. Well, that worked nicely. She grabbed his hand and kissed it. "Shh…Sleep…maybe in the morning" Riffs body went limp again, his manhood slowly went clam again, and Magenta didn't get another blink of sleep. What if he remembers what she said about morning…tomorrow was a weekend, and their parents weren't going to be home….oh brother…no wait! Shit, she was soooo doomed….