Chapter four - Elsie

I'm still watching my film when Billy strolls through the living room again, this time he's gotten rid of his top, his PJ bottoms hanging intentionally low on his hips.

I've got to admit, despite him having a generally awful and repulsive personality, his body looks like it's been sculpted by a very talented artist. He's got clearly defined muscles where I didn't even know muscles could be, he crosses the room in front of me and even though I force my eyes to stay on the screen, I'm fairly sure I glimpsed an eight pack on his stomach. Eight? Everyone goes on about a six pack, so how has he managed to get an extra two?

My thoughts are cut short when he waltz back through the room with two girls from school. Carrie Lawson and her best friend, Alison Cargreaves. 

They're both beautiful, complimenting each other perfectly like yin and Yang. Carrie's got shoulder length dark hair and pale, almost translucent skin, whereas Alison has golden blonde hair and tanned skin, as though she's always out in the sunshine, even in winter. 

She must use sunbeds or fake tan or something? This is England in February for goodness sake. They were forecasting snow last week, we only got a bit of icy mush, but still, nothing to give anyone that sort of tan naturally.

"You want to join in or something?" Billy quips and I realise I'm staring at them all open mouthed.

"No." I manage to force out and the two girls giggle like I've said something hilarious.

"Oh Billy, your new sister's so cute." Alison coos in his ear. With her eyes locked on mine, she runs her fingernails over his chest. "You sure sweety? I think I'd enjoy you."

Before I respond, the noise from above starts up and the four of us simultaneously look at the ceiling.

"Someone's having fun." Carrie smirks at me, sliding her hand slowly down the front of Billy's trousers. "We're going to go have fun too. Looks like you're the only one not having any fun."

"Carrie, be nice. Look how cute and innocent she is." Alison takes a step towards me and I flinch back into the chair. "I'm not going to hurt you sweety. I only do that if you ask me to."

"Come on, my room." Billy sounds a little slurred, but it doesn't seem to bother him or them and he wraps an arm around each of the girls' waists, guiding them upstairs.

If I thought my mum and William were loud, it has nothing on Billy and the girls. I'm fairly sure the walls are vibrating in time with the bed knocking against the wall and even my headphones aren't enough to drown out the sound of the moaning echoing around his room.

It's like living in a brothel, although maybe a brothel would have soundproof bedrooms?

The activity in Billy's room does however, stop the noise of my mum and William, which is a small mercy. Enough to let me finally go to bed. Desperately hoping I'll be able to fall asleep now it isn't my own mum screaming her pleasure.

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I had a sex dream about Billy!

I wake up feeling confused, I'm aroused, horrified and revolted all at the same time. I blame the free porn show going on for hours last night for infiltrating my dreams, but the idea of seeing him this morning, after what he did to me in my own head, well… my face burns at the thought and I just can't do it. 

I'm going to stay in my room and hide away from everyone in this house, the entire depraved and sex addicted lot of them.

"Sweetheart?" My mum, sex addict numero uno, knocks on my door, calling my name softly. "Breakfast. I need you downstairs in five."

"Mum, I'm tired." I call back, praying she'll leave me alone.

"It's our first breakfast together as a family in this house young lady, if you're not down in five minutes, I'm coming back up and dragging you down, regardless of what you're wearing." She stomps away from my room and I groan. Clearly Billy's little show got to her and now I'll never hear the end of it.

She actually thinks this freaky house of horrors constitutes a family? Not a collosal fuck up just waiting to happen.

I pull on my comfy jogging bottoms and sling a hoodie over my head. This house is so cold, I wonder why no one puts the heating on.

Because they're all having sex to keep warm!

My face flushes at the thought and I force myself not to think about what happened in the other two bedrooms last night. Only for it to be forced upon me as soon as I enter the kitchen.

Billy is sitting at the dining table in only his PJ's bottoms, his body covered in red nail marks and love bites, while Carrie and Alison sit either side of him, each just wearing an oversized t-shirt that just covers their bums.

As if that isn't bad enough, my mum seems to be competing with the girls, wearing a nightie that's pretty much see-through while scowling at Billy, who, for the first time since he came home, has a beaming smile on his face seemingly enjoying the fact that his dad is trying to engage Carrie in conversation, whilst not so subtly staring at her chest.

What a perve! You definitely know how to pick them, Mother!

Committed to enduring whatever chaos may unfold, I slide into the empty chair beside Alison and she grins at me in welcome.

"How'd you sleep, sweety?" She asks as though she really doesn't know how loud they were last night.

"Yeah, fine thanks." I nod, avoiding eye contact by reaching for the cereal.

"I was hoping you'd have joined us." She whispers, her hand landing on my thigh under the table. "Maybe next time though?"

"Elsie." My mum croaks out hoarsely and when I turn my head, the look on her face makes me think she heard what Alison said to me. "What are you doing today? I thought we could go shopping together. We can get you something nice, my treat."

She smiles, but I can see it's not real, her eyes are begging me for help and I find myself feeling sorry for her, my head nodding it's acceptance of her offer before my brain kicks in.

"Really?" She squeals, jumping up to hug me, her breast squishing against my face before she's bouncing out of the room. "Oh I'm so excited, I'm finally going to get you out of those awful things you wear."

"Uh… shit." My head falls into my hands when I realise what I've agreed to.

"You should wear what you're comfortable in. You look nice and you're beautiful, don't let anyone ever make you feel any different." Alison smiles down at me and I'm confused, she seems like she's being genuine, but I never expected her to be kind.

I glance down at the minimal clothing she's wearing now, remembering the tiny yet fashionable items she turned up in last night and wonder how she could possibly ever think I look nice in what I'm wearing.

She giggles at the confusion which must be evident on my face.

"I've got joggers at home too, they're ridiculously comfortable aren't they? Although all mine are different shades of purple. I love anything purple." She holds up her nails to show me and sure enough, each one is painted a slightly different shade of purple.

"Oh William, you're so funny. I really see where Billy gets his sense of humour from now." Carrie giggles, placing her fingertips on his wrist and stroking tiny patterns on his skin. She looks up at him from under her lashes, pausing the movements on his arm and lowering her voice a little. "As well as his good looks, I wonder what else you have in common."

William grins at her, relishing in the attention from such a young and attractive girl.

"Well, I'm very good at a lot of things. Is there anything in particular you'd like me to show you?" He inches closer to her and I'm sure if I looked underneath the table, their legs would be pressed together.

Billy is watching his dad and Carrie flirt with one another over the breakfast my mother made for them and he doesn't say a thing to either of them.

The whole situation ignites fury in me that I didn't know I possessed. I might not like that my mother moved us in with a strange man and his deviant son, but I sure as hell am not going to sit here and watch him make a fool out of her.

As if sensing my agitation, Alison grips my hand tightly in her own.

"Can you show me your room Elsie? Billy says you've got a lot of books. I really love reading." I frown at her and she gives me a look as though she's trying to communicate something with me.

I don't understand what they're up to and I don't like it. Hoping Alison might be able to explain, I get up, glaring at William, who is too wrapped up in Carrie he doesn't notice anyway.

Alison follows me upstairs and into my room, running her fingers along the spines of my books as she reads the titles.

"What's going on down there?" After what feels like an eternity of waiting, I finally snap and ask her.

"Billy's got a plan to show your mum what his dad's really like so she dumps him. I'm sorry, I actually think you seem pretty cool and I don't want you or your mum to get hurt." She gives me a sympathetic smile, coming to sit on my bed next to me. "William's a dick though, or at least that's all he's concerned about. His dick." 

"You can say that again." I agree. Billy strolls into the bathroom alone a few seconds later and I wonder what Carrie and William will be doing now they're alone downstairs.

"Billy wants your mum to catch them in action." Alison explains as though she's read my mind.

"Doing what exactly?" My throat feels tight and I can hear my mum's footsteps going towards the stairs. Alison shrugs as though it's unimportant, but it is important. I don't want him to hurt my mum. I run down the stairs after her, stepping into the room seconds after she does.

William and Carrie are still in their seats, leaning closely towards one another and chatting quietly, he looks up, smiling affectionately at my mum.

"William honey, can we take your car? It's got a bigger boot and I plan on doing lots of shopping." Slowly he gets up from his seat, handing her his keys, then pulling a credit card from his wallet and holding it towards her.

"Here baby, take this and get what you like, on me." He says cockily and she gives him a dazzling smile.

"Oh honey, you're so sweet. If you're a very good boy…" Her eyes flick all over him, conveying her meaning exactly. "I might buy something you'll enjoy, very, very much."

"I'll be a perfect angel." He replies, pulling her in close for a kiss. Billy walks in at that moment and the smug grin he'd been wearing all morning falls off his face.

"Elsie darling, why aren't you dressed yet? Come on, come on, let's go." My mother claps her hands together and shoos me out of the room.

"I need a shower." I call over my shoulder and she tuts.

"I'm leaving in twenty minutes, if you're not with me, I'll choose your clothes all by myself." The threat has me sprinting upstairs, but not quick enough to avoid hearing William telling my mother he wants to take her upstairs and pleasure her for the next twenty minutes.

I grimace at the imagery, jumping into the shower and turning the music louder the second my mum starts groaning.