It often irked Andy to the very core on how much he would like to spill his guts to the customers that he was supposed to service each and every day. A million times he would love to get onto the receiver and curse them into the fiery depths of hell. A cliche it may be but even the lowest dimension of hell still served as a compliment. Oftentimes he felt that he and the devil needed to strike a deal. Nothing served him any greater justice than to serve as one of Satan's minions — throbbing, poking, skewering these bastards. Dragging and stirring along his sturdy, mighty pitchfork into the Lake of Fire.

But those were the thoughts he had sometimes. He had to make a living. Father took a trip to the crossroads shortly after the coronavirus. The old man couldn't handle the further woes of being cooped up in a house of three fuck-ups. A bottle of Old Crow, a Johnny Cash mixtape, and a colt 45 to the temple ceased responsibility furthermore.

"Is it a good day to win the lottery? Maybe if I check my horoscope." Andy was talking to himself. For starters, what money? Their mother could barely make ends meet at her job as a grocery clerk. Knowing Ashley, she probably squandered it on some fortune teller or probably went on Amazon to purchase astrology books or moon rocks for the false hope of obtaining further luck. Luck definitely missed their house and if there is a so-called God, he sure as hell wasn't showering any blessings on them.

The life insurance policy on their dad didn't come through as he canceled the policy prior to offing himself. What a way to give the bereaved Graves family a proper sendoff with a middle finger like this. Thinking back, maybe Satan would allow him the privilege of making his father a personal slave — leaving him behind with his dull-as-dishwater mother and a sister who was nothing more than a plant. At least a plant could provide oxygen and be beneficial to the environment.

He needed to digress from his thoughts. Ashley wasn't always this screwed up.

He dropped the briefcase to the ground and dragged his afflicted body to the couch. The scent of pine lemon and bleach entered his nose. Only God knows what Ashley did this time as a personal sacrifice. To think she could make time to sacrifice a rabbit or two to whatever gods she chooses to serve this session in hopes of vast fortune. One would think if she put this much effort on that, then filling out a job application would be a cinch!

He kicked his shoes off and took a seat on the couch. The creaking sounds of the couch came at the same time as he sighed again. He rubbed his chest and scratched his stomach. He was growing hungry. Pine-Sol and Clorox didn't smell of dinner and their mother hasn't come home yet. He only had fifteen dollars in his name and was in no mood for his mother's putrid leftovers. Plus, he only had a quarter tank of gas in his car and payday wasn't until Monday.

And today was Tuesday.

"Maybe Nina wouldn't mind letting me borrow some money. She knows I am good for it." He knew it wasn't exactly true. When it comes to his on-again, off-again girlfriend of two years, nothing couldn't be further from the truth. How Ashley was to them was exactly how Andy was to her. It wasn't that he didn't like the idea of using Nina in that form of fashion, it was just that she always made it easier for him to do. Yet again, he knew how to pick them — father issues, low self-esteem, and using her body to make her feel some kind of love and affection. He had lost count how much he was indebted to this girl. In a way, he felt sorry for her and often wished she could grow a backbone.

Hopefully not today as he was in the mood for Chinese.

"Andy, you're home?!"

The once silent living room was filled with light footsteps. He didn't turn around or make any detection of movement. As his eyes were glued at the blank flatscreen, a reflective glare appeared behind him.

She reeked of sweat and cigarettes. A poor attempt was made to hide the scent with her cotton candy body spray. Her hair draped over his face like a black curtain, pink eyes locked him with his green ones. She wore a bedeviling smirk, as if she wanted him to question her whereabouts or anything to engage in conversation to arouse him.

Whether to arouse suspicion or to incite excitement. Only the Lord knows which was on tab today. Either way it went, he had to put his foot down.

"You're early," she said to him as she cradled his face. He hated when she did that. A cue in for a favor perhaps.

"Not enough calls in the queue." He responded nonchalantly, even yawning the hot breath of corn chips that he swiped from his neighbor's cubicle on the way home into her face. "Boss thought I was wasted space and funds, so she sent me home early."

"Hmpf! Sounds like a bitch to work with," she huffed. "I'm pretty sure there is a chapter somewhere in one of my books that can hex a curse of that helluva boss."

"No need," retorted Andy. "It was a bitch to find a job, let alone one that would hire me for my lackluster, subpar skills." Self-deprecating, he admitted to himself, but that was the truth. He barely finished high school and community college was nothing more than a mere junk. Aside from accumulating debt and a black mark on his transcript for plagiarism, his marketable skills were self-loathing, video game playing, and jacking off to pornography.

He would have added freeloader to his resume but found it synonymous with self-loathing.

He really needed to call Nina before she headed to work for that money.

"That's too bad," replied Ashley. She seemed amused. It went without surprise from the older brother. Even with a glimpse, a slightest hint of happiness, that was one too many for the sister to handle. She was already a misbegotten misfit. Their mom has long since washed her hands with her, hoping and praying for the bottom tile to drop.

"Could have worked in your favor." Ashley grinned as she pulled away from him. She glanced at the living room for a spell, looking as if something was out of place. "Mom's pulling a double tonight."

"Hmm-mmm!"

"She says unless we panhandle or borrow from friends, we're on our own for dinner."

"There's meatloaf in the fridge."

"I've tasted canned cat food that was better than that slop."

He clicked his tongue. He already knew what she was pitching at and no, she was on her own for dinner. "I don't know, better ketchup it up 'cause I'm stretched thin until next week."

A pregnant pause ensued with her. The gleam in her eye indicated to him that he was obviously lying. She reached around and flicked the back of his head. "Liar!"

He blew a raspberry. "As if!"

"You're telling me you don't have at least a fiver for your sister?"

"Check my bank account to see if there isn't anything you scraped away."

"I told you that I will pay you back," she said in a high-pitch voice. "Sorry that I have taken money without telling you but you wouldn't say no to that Hazbin Hotel fleece jacket. You have to admit, I look so cute in it."

"You look more adorable if you have a job."

She puffed her cheeks and kicked the couch. "Enough with this job thing. Whoever this job person is can kiss my ass because I am certainly not a fan."

"Speaking of fans." Andy retorted as he waved his hand. "When was the last time you aired out that room?"

Leyley's nose curled and her eyes furrowed. So it has been a couple of days since she last took a bath. It wasn't like she wasn't aware. Who was she going to impress? No boy has perched in their home in quite some time. She barely left the house unless their Mother Bitchiest forces her to run an errand. Since they felt she was pulling her weight around the house, she was saving money on water.

"Probably around the same time you said you were through with that Nina bitch," she retorted.

He rolled his eyes. "And?"

"And, what?"

"As in why do you care?"

"And why do you care?" She walked around the couch and took a seat next to her brother. "As far as you're concerned, I am just a plant, right?"

"Shit, I really have to start keeping my thought bubbles as they should." Granted, the truth was the truth. However, he still tried to not ruffle Ashley's feathers. So it has been a few months since she was last admitted to a psychiatric hospital. The blades in the sink were clear of blood and left in the same position as far as they knew. Not even a potential threat of ending it all.

So, at least that was a positive?

"Jesus Christ!" Andy groaned. So much so for asking Nina about that Chinese. By now, she was probably getting ready to head to work. "Look, Leyley. I never say you were a literal plant. I just think it doesn't hurt pulling your weight around here.

"You don't go to school, you barely leave the house. Hell, even a hikikomori has other tasks to fill their past time. Although casting spells or sacrificing creatures for the hopes of vast fortune isn't one of them." Andy began sniffing, detecting a foul odor. "Seems like you left behind one of them in your room." He smiled. "Hey, how about that being your dinner?"

It was met with a middle finger. She blew through her nose and was detested by the comment. It was met with a foot to his stomach.

"Oi! Bite me, Andy!" She gnashed her teeth, pressing her foot harder on his thin chest. Andy wasn't moved, unsurprised to be honest. "You're no different than me. Just a scum with a job. So what if you make a few pennies on the dollar or can drive a car or give some kind of humanity to a customer who isn't worth a track mark on my panties."

At this moment, Andy clutched her foot to pry it off him but she remained adamant. "Aww~! So you do acknowledge the essence of your odor." The boy laughed.

She clicked her tongue, unmoved by his deadpan response. As much as she would like to kick his ass, she knew that was something else that would ruffle his feather.

Just then, her bare toes started rubbing on Andy's leg.

Andy arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," she said coyly. "Just stretching out. What are you doing?"

Her soft toes gliding through his leg were beginning to arouse him.

"Leyley, please stop."

"Does it matter? I'm a plant, right?"

"God, you know—" He was cut off. Leyley continued rubbing his leg. She slowly guided her feet to his crotch and playfully teased it.

"Hmpf! You try your best to portray yourself as something important, but you're still a spaz." She said as she pressed forward onto his crotch.

This was bullshit to him and the fact he was getting aroused wasn't making it better. Admittedly, it has been a while since he has had sex (trying his best not to count his rendezvous with sister). Interactions with Nina recently have been dead. It was always an excuse on why they couldn't go further, always ending with blowjobs or handjobs.

"Leyley, not right now, please!"

"Why not now? I know you haven't been releasing anything. Could explain why you have been acting crabby." She pulled her foot away from his crotch. "Slide down a bit. Why resist? You and I both know we don't need the stress."

"It isn't about—" Leyley used her upper body strength to slide Andy down from the armrest. She reached for his belt and loosened it, following by pulling down his pants. Andy took sharp breaths as the combination of cotton candy and cigarettes filled his nose once again.

Upon seeing the sight of her penis, her mouth watered. She blew on it, causing Andy to become aroused and fully erect. Her hot breath and the cold room made him tense.

And now, excited!

"Hmm~! Big one! Not bad for someone who is repulsed by my stench and my existence!" She kissed it and she blew it again.

He turned away. That was the last thing he needed — being excited by his younger sister. "Of course it hardens. It's called stimulation. If you weren't focused on the paranormal and focused on science, then you would know that, duh!"

Leyley overlooked him and ignored his lies. At least his little Andy was awfully honest. With one of her hands, she rubbed the shaft as she proceeded to ingest his throbbing member. Her mouth became a pocket pussy as her hot, moist mouth, followed by her tongue, was on his penis.

Andy grunted with the pleasure she was giving him.

"Mighty tasty pecker! Who needs Mom's nasty meatloaf when there is a hot, spicy succulent sausage to munch on." This wasn't enough. Leyley was getting wet to the point she could feel her juices soaking her tempo shorts. She pulled out of his mouth, making a loud, popping sound.

Leyley ran her fingers through her hair. She knew what Andy liked — giving him a one-woman show that he tended to keep as a favorite in tabs on his computer. He may protest it, but he wasn't denying it. Some "naive" teeny-bopper wanted to showcase her goods to the world for all to see. Exposing a tit here and a freckle of hair in her vagina there. Just wanting a taste and knowing a screen separated him from what he really craved.

And unlike those videos, he wasn't doing his stepsister.

Taboo was just a word to Leyley. Just like responsibilities and sense. She was hellbound according to her father after she kicked him in the groin that night when he wanted to play "Mummies and Daddies." She overheard her mother. She knew what his boss thought of him at his job. They shared something in common – shortcomings and stunted growth, all in which he failed.

It would make sense. According to the coroner, It wasn't the actual gunshot that killed him. Yeah, his brains were splattered on the windshield and the dashboard. An eyeball was found in-between the console. Even then, he did survive the actual shooting. The true cause of death was drowning in his own vomit. Pitiful bastard — even a successful death wasn't in the cards. Even she knew Satan was laughing at him, probably being served as the lowest of pawns in the deepest part of hell. She wouldn't be surprised if God and Jesus did a friendly wave. She doubted that they even discussed his sins but ridiculed him in the failures of life. What book of life? Probably the devil's minions were sitting at the foot of God ready to snare at their father.

What's life without a little fun? Of course they were siblings but only by blood. How else did Adam and Eve populated the Earth?

She slid down her shorts followed by her pink panties, tossing them on his face. She then removed her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her firm, round tits stood proudly in front of her brother.

"Wanna have a naughty taste of hell, Andy?" She said with much vigor. "Wanna fuck with your blood little sister?"

Aaugh, she was fucking cocktease, words that drilled his mind each and every time she would pull this on him. So, she was great at sex. Yes, she knew how to hit the right places. She wasn't a dead lay like Nina, but still, it was his sister. His blood sister.

At some point this needed to stop. What if she got pregnant?

"I don't hear any objections, Andy." She said once more.

And neither was his dick.

"God damn you, Leyley." He needed to release this nut. And Leyley had the pussy to relieve that stress. He looked skyward and spreaded his legs. "You better be taking those pills. We don't need another uh-oh again."

"You must not know a way around a hangar, don't cha?" She giggled as she turned around, exposing her supple ass. "Just kidding!"

"Tch! Whatever, as if it would carry to term anyways!"

He grabbed Leyley's hips and dragged her to his direction. He rubbed his dick against her pussy. Her throbbing clit was moistening and glistening in her juices. His hungry dick wanted to partake on her pussy.

"The wonders of trial and error, right? Kinda kinky on what surprises if Mom were to catch wind at this." Andy responded, showcasing a smile for the first time.

In one quick thrust, Andy was inside of Leyley's cavern.

He plunged deep. Her legs fastened around him. Her folds welcomed him as it tightened itself around Andy. The hotness of her pussy became pleasurably unbearable to him.

"Maybe you do have some talent," said Andy as he wrapped his arms around her hips. "Maybe you are so kinda use to this family."

"So, I am not just a plant to you," she said, trying her best to talk as she felt his dick busting deep into her folds.

"I'm sure we can think of something," he replied.

He kept thrusting into her cavern as her moans were in abundance. They took small pecks, strong kisses, and french kisses. Leyley grabbed Andy by his hair to keep him inside of her mouth. Their flesh on fire as they felt each other perspiring under their lust. The sounds of his thrusting were getting louder. He felt her juices leaking from her pussy, intensifying the pleasure.

He bit her lip, which made her scream. He proceeded down to her breast and suckled it on once again. Only this time, it was not of a son and mother, but in a sense of lust.

"Let me find out if some bloke or bastard cream this snatch." He responded, unsure it was directed toward Leyley or to himself.

"Then pollinate this plant, Andy," she said. "Let it be known who it belongs to."

Her folds were getting tighter and her nest entrapped him from leaving. He closed his eyes as he prepared to deposit his sperm into her bank.

"Damn bro, you are amazing. God, you are good," said Leyley in the midst of the excitement.

"I'm getting close, Leyley. I'm gonna cream your snatch." Andy alerted.

"It's okay, Andy. Just let it out. Be a good brother and come for me. Come for me, baby. Let it out in my snatch. Let my snatch know who you belong to."

"Holy Esdeath!" Andy released an entire load of his sperm inside of her pussy. She trembled in pleasure as her legs curled.

"Fill me up! Cream me. Knock your little sister up," she cried as she felt his seed cramming her womb.

It wasn't long when Andy pushed her off him. He stood over, jerked his dick, and relieved any spunk he had left on her back. He smiled as she felt the warmth inside and out.

Andy cursed under his breath as he pulled up his pants and rushed into the bathroom, slamming it loudly.

Leyley took a moment to bathe in the essence of his sperm — her sperm. She then stood up and stretched her arms skywardly before looking at the kitchen. Meatloaf wouldn't be on tab and she knew that Andy would necessitate the funds for them to have Chinese.

She wondered if Andy had enough for a pau-pau platter. After all, she might be eating for two. She wasn't on the pill and had no intentions of telling him that. Andy was the best thing that has ever happened in her life. If pregnancy assured an insurance policy, so be it.

After all, she wouldn't do anything to abort a child that wasn't his. As for the other bastards, it mattered not.

Later that night….

Andy and Leyley were in the kitchen playing Cards Against Humanity when they heard the sound of the door unlocking from the kitchen door.

Moments later, the grunts of their mother filled the room as she came inside. She dropped her purse off at the nearby counter and any bags of groceries she probably got discounted or stole.

"Andy, Leyley." Their mother greeted them in a friendly gesture as she checked the bills on the counter. Unpaid bills and final notices that she had yet to call nor to care.

"Hey, Mom!" Andy responded as he slid the black card to Leyley. A bit of a struggle to play one-on-one but their conscience was enough of a duo of its own.

Leyley didn't respond. She just clicked her tongue as she pondered on which card to use.

"Surprised that you're up this late." She eyed Andy. "Normally you would be in bed by now."

"What about me?" Leyley replied.

"You don't work so days like these are minute, right?" Mrs. Graves retorted.

As Mrs. Graves turned her back, it was met with a middle finger by Leyley.

"Since you are unemployed and have free time, there is something I need you to do." Ashley's eyebrow arched when she heard that her mother had a request.

"What is it?" Leyley asked.

"I forgot to go by the store to get my cigarettes. Would you be a dear and go fetch them for me?" Mrs. Graves asked her wayward daughter.

Andy could tell that trouble was brewing between mother and daughter, so he decided to intervene. "I don't mind going, Mom. Plus, I need to get some smokes myself."

"Oh! In that case…" She reached into her pocket and approached Leyley. "Purchase his and mine as well. You know my favorite kind of tobacco." She procured the money and slid it to Ashley. "Here's an additional $10 for your efforts. I hear it's quite inexpensive at the library nowadays for printing out resumes."

Ashley kept a coy smile but dug deep into her nails as she tried her best not to attack her mother where she stood.

She took sullen breaths and she grabbed the funds. "Yes, mother." She stood up and slid her hand past Andy's shoulder and took the keys from her mother.

She walked out the door and slammed it loudly, making it abundantly clear that she was pissed.

"It's good to know she can be useful for a change," said Mrs. Graves as she approached the table. She pulled a chair as she sat close to her only son. "At least you're able to provide. I hope she can learn from example."

"Ashley can be pragmatic and you can say that she's employmentally challenged right now." Andy knew he could talk noise about his sister but he disliked whenever his mother did it as well. "Give her some time, she'll come around."

"Oi!" Mrs. Graves responded. "Two things to survive in this household — go to work or go to school. End of the month, bills are due. If she wants to stay in this household, she could do one of those two things."

She reached over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to draw a bath. Don't be up too long." She pecked him on the cheek again. "Good night."

Andy nodded and was left alone in the kitchen. He took a breath as he knew the brewing tension between his mother and his sister.

"Oh, Andy!"

Andy turned around when Mrs. Graves peeked around the kitchen.

"When Leyley goes to sleep, come see me in my room. There's something that needs discussing."

Andy confirmed with a nod and she left and returned to her bath. He bit his lip and tossed the cards to the side. It was without a doubt what his mother wanted.

And just like Leyley, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

To be concluded….