Come with me now

The first Sunday after starting school was ruined by Leia, who forced him to sell her stupid cookies again. Lemy could deal with that, but what made it difficult was trying to being alert and escape from her moves, besides taking care of her from all those possible pedophiles she fooled to make them buy her cookies.

Man, half of the guys who opened the door fell on her trap, and even so they think they have the right to call my family a nest of perverts? And if that doesn't surprise you… take a sit dude, because Leia used me to do the same with a bunch of women. Man that's fucking scary; the last one invited me to eat the cookies and… asked me to give her my milk... she did it while caressing my cheek.

Of course Leia stopped her in time but… man; it's fucked to think that if you give an adult, male or female, the opportunity, they would molest a child… fucking pedophiles.

Luckily for me that's over. You know, it's not cool to start my day at two o'clock, but at least I have some daylight to burn doing what I like.

Dude, you've seen how long this week was; between dealing with Cristina at school, with the cold war at home (luckily without casualties,) taking care of Lizy and trying not to end up in bed with one of my sisters… It looks like one helluva life.

I haven't even met with Lina at the train station. Maybe that trip to Lollapalooza will remain just a dream after all…

However, playing guitar isn't the only way to get some cash. C'mon dude, it's time for some treasure hunt.

Remember that place I told you about? The Royal Woods Dump? Well, tie your laces because we're going on a trip.

Just gimme a minute to take off these stupid clothes that make mature women want to eat me raw. And of course, I need to go to the kitchen for something…

Lemy walked with his hands on his pockets while going through the little forests that separated near the town limits. You know, the city might be full of double standard idiots, but Royal Woods itself was a very nice place, with perfect balance between urban landscapes and natural forests.

He enjoyed getting lost on there; he just walked and walked, blasting music on his headphones while minding his own business, and after some time he would eventually arrive to IHOP on Roosevelt St. or the city dump. In fact, that's how he found the dump the first time; a huge wasteland hidden behind a pair of hills.

Surrounded by a fence with barbed wire in the top, the inside wasn't something pleasant to see; mountains and mountains of trash and waste, seagulls flying all over, fighting over the food, it was something you wouldn't like to sink into… unless you were Aunt Lana.

Fortunately, the part where we're going is full of junk such as microwaves, TV's and mostly cars.

Come on dude, I'm tough but I ain't getting myself into rotten food, old trash and medical waste; I fucking hate needles…

He walked around the fence, dragging a stick he found and making noise. As he walked, a loud bark came from the deepest part of those waste mountains. Lemy smiled. He already was prepared for this.

Then, an absolute unit of a Pit Bull ran towards him; the hanging skin on its body shook up and down, showing its muscular body and tensing with every step it takes; as the dog barked, its sharp canines shown along with saliva dripping from its mouth.

Lemy extended his arms, waiting for the right moment… and then the dog jumps to land on top of him, taking him down with a heavy thud. The big dog starts licking his face desperately, bathing him with ounces of slobber. Lemy tries to take it off him but his efforts are in vain. The dog was stronger and had him dominated.

"Get off! Come on stupid dog, get off me! Oh!" Lemy laughed while trying to cover his face. "Knock it off, Junco!"

But the friendly dog didn't listen and kept licking his face.

Lemy then reaches in his pocket for a delicious glassed donut, waving it in the air and throwing it away. Junco immediately stopped assaulting him and ran after it. Lemy got up and brushed the dirt off his clothes and chuckled. Don't take it wrong, being covered in dog slob isn't the best sensation, but still was funny.

That stupid animal loves him and he can't deny he likes junco too, even when it was a dog with the brain of a rabbit.

Once clean, he admired all the mountains of old cars and rusty steel around. The piles are so big and scattered around it felt like entering a labyrinth. He didn't mind, this was one of the few places he felt his own.

Here I feel in my element, man. I know it's weird to say that of a dump full of old, twisted metal that might kill you with tetanus at any moment, but I really feel comfy in here. Maybe because, just like all those old, abandoned things here, me and my family are left behind and hidden from everyone. The Louds were that little dirty secret in Royal Woods; the trash that has to be hidden from the few tourists who come to town attracted by the forests and rivers all around. But you know what? Fuck them all. Fuck their puritanism. If they want to treat us like shit, good for them, because things are not what people say. Just like a lot of things thrown here were treasures ignored by their old, faded appearance, my family was a jewel buried under the dirt of sin and filthiness of incest.

You know? My home has a few rough diamonds. There you have Liby; she might be shy as a scared mouse, but she's as clever and sharp as Sherlock Holmes. Did you know she uses her time to resolve small crimes on the internet? Some people from this filthy town hire her to uncover frauds, affairs and that shit. Those hypocrites think we're not good enough to be their friends or even share the same seat in the bus, but when they need us they call talk to us like long life friends. It doesn't end there; all those teens that make fun of me and my sisters go crazy when mom plays in the bars downtown. Once there was a lead problem in the water, guess who they called to fix it…yup, Aunt Lisa. And many of them hired Aunt Luan's services for the parties of their children and…

Like I said, fucking hypocrites, but whatever; I didn't come here to curse the people of this God forsaken city. We're here to relax, kill time and find treasures. That's the schedule for today.

Let's get started; first we need to find a new pile of junk, or maybe an old one recently moved by the bulldozer. It's always good to give a second glance at these things…

Lemy walked around the piles of rusty steel and abandoned electronics. Junco walked with him as his loyal companion; the adoration it has toward Lemy reminded him to Lizy. It was unbelievable that he, the pathetic Lemy Loud, was so important for somebody. Lizy loved him; for the little girl he was a hero, her brother, her protector and a natural leader, her playing partner… and for that dumb dog he was something like a benevolent god full of delicious food. And both Lizy and junco would follow him to the end of the world. It was a heavy weight on his shoulders, not the dog, but Lizy… he put a lot of effort in being a good example for her, in being worthy of all that love and admiration she has toward him. And he always thought he was failing; it was both a curse and a blessing.

In fact, Lizy was one of the reasons to reject incest.

I want her to have at least one good example. I hope she doesn't grow up thinking is normal to fall in love with your own brother. I want her to grow up seeing far beyond our house and avoid the path her mother chose.

I'll tell you something but you must promise you won't tell anyone, ok?

If she asks me for… 'that', I would give it to her. I could not stand seeing her cry or even being sad, that's why I must teach her what her mom and dad are doing is… a bad thing.

Because if that little girl begs me for it… I would give in.

Yes, dude, Lizy's my favorite. Go on and sue me.

Two hours later, he took his shirt off and with his naked torso he carried heavy pieces of junk and old electronics from one pile to another, looking for something to sell on amazon; Lollapalooza was his goal, and he was decided to achieve it even if he had to search on every pile of trash.

He took a quick break, whipping the sweat out of the forehead. With a smile on his face he admired an old motorcycle covered in rust and dirt he just found. If the engine isn't too damaged he can take some pieces, clean them, oil them and sell them on the internet.

The headlight seems to be in pretty good shape; if it works, any workshop might pay good cash for it. After all, we're talking about an original Harley.

That's how I make money, dude. You think mom, dad or my aunts give me anything? Dad gives me five dollars for either mowing the lawn, washing the cars or fixing whatever is broken; if you consider that a fair pay for hard work, then I want to see you doing your job for five dollars.

Yeah, selling trash on the internet might not look like a very profitable option, but I'm still young, I have a lot of possibilities. Besides, I like it so, for now, I'll stick with it.

Time passed, and soon he started to feel thirsty; he put a hand over his eyes and gazed at the sun setting behind a pair of hills. It might be five o'clock or something. Maybe it was a good time to-

He felt something wet in his hand. It was Junco, trying to tell him something.

"You're thirsty too, buddy?" Lemy patted its head, and the dog rose on his rear legs to lick his face. I knew lifting heavy pieces of junk could get you tired, but looks like lying in the shadow watching as others do hard work was just as hard. Junco is panting heavily. We better get to that faucet soon.

They both walked to one of the corners; an old faucet already leaking waited for them… and also Big Bertha.

When Aunt Lana was a cute little girl like Lizy, she had a mechanic plunger with that name, but one day it… passed away or something like that. I don't know much, I only know this story because Aunt Lana told me how much she cried the day it 'died'. That's crazy, I know.

Thank God Aunt Lana dedicated her life to animals or right now she would be a garbage collector or a sewer diver or something just as gross.

However, since it was available I 'borrowed' the name. Don't tell her.

But that name's perfect… perfect for… this thing here.

They both arrived at the south corner of the dump where a big, old 1961 Volkswagen Transporter was lying on concrete blocks. It was old as time itself, most parts were missing and the paint already peeled off completely; it was like this when I found her, but I could bet it was blue.

It was one of his few happy places; he cleaned and fixed the inside of the vehicle to be his new burrow, a smoking place and a hideout for porn magazines. Big Bertha was great; it would be the place where Lemy and his friends could spend the day smoking, talking shit about girls, watching porn… of course, if Lemy had friends.

Whatever, who needs them anyway.

He threw his shirt aside, opened the faucet and using his hands he drank the water as fast as he could. When his thirst was over, he put his head under the water and washed off the dirt of his face and hair.

Junco was also there, trying to drink the water falling from his hair

"This is life…" Lemy said as he stretched his back. He felt an evil pleasure as he saw the water running down his hot, bare chest and back. After shaking his head like a dog to get rid of the excess of water, he watched the sun is setting at the horizon. It was getting late, and even when he wanted to take that Harley out of that pile of junk, he felt tired.

Fuck it dude, I'll do it next time. I want to rest in the shadows, and why not? Get a joint. Big Bertha wasn't just a hideout for playboy magazines; it also has a secret compartment where I hide my emergency weed.

With determination, he opened the backdoor of the van and…

Lupa was lying in the floor. In one hand she had a Hustler magazine; her cheeks blushed as her mouth formed a vampire-like grin. But this time it wasn't her sexy, lewd lips what catches his attention, this time was Lupa's bottom part…

As the girl was still using one of her big, black hoodies with an upside cross in it, her milky legs are exposed; her skirt is right in front of Lemy. And even when she was using a sexy pair of striped underwear that matched the designs of her socks, her hand was under her thong, caressing her most private part, her secret, her flower… her fucking cunt.

The white haired girl looked up, spotting her brother at the time that she freezes, totally exposed as she continues masturbating. The scent of her juices reaches Lemy's nostrils. How can it smell so good…God…that must be how heat smells for dogs.

Lupa can also smell the musky scent of Lemy's sweat. His muscular frame was naked, adorned by sweat drops that shone with the light of the dying afternoon sun.

Both of them remained silent, just looking at each other for some moments that seemed to be like years. Lemy was stunned to find his sister there, in his place… but then he remembers he was the one that showed it to her, even his weed hideout… in the time where they still talked, when they kissed like a hundred times a day.

Lupa seems to be stunned as well, but her sight didn't leave his brother's exposed skin. He looks completely different from the last time they bathed together two years ago. The girl licks her lips without noticing, and accidentally bites herself with her sharp canines.

Lupa then opens her pale legs, lewdly exposing her core. Lemy swallows hard, or at least he would because even when he just drank some water his throat was really dry.

The girl tosses the magazine aside, and with her free hand she removes her panties, showing her damp secret.

Get out of here now! Come on you fool get out!

But his body wasn't responding, or at least the most part; his pants suddenly felt too tight, which didn't pass unnoticed by Lupa who looked astonished at the shape forming on her brother's pants, and then, a vicious smile formed on her lips.

"Come with me now." She orders and begs at the same time; her golden eyes glowing with lust and her voice trembling with desire.

And Lemy does…

Come with me now.

Kongos.

Well, that's where the story ends for now. If the original author decides to continue with it, I'll be more than happy to continue with the translation as well.