Chapter Four.

"Is this underwear clean?'My older sister, Roxie, bent down o pick up a stray Calvin Klein underwear that sat atop of my desk next to my bottle of lotion before lifting it to her nose for a sniff. "EW!" A horrified shriek escaped her voice box , tossing the piece of garment as far from her as possible, watching as it landed on my bed frame  and proceeded to vigorously wipe her hand with the wet wipes that she tore open from my desk. 

My shoulders shuddering violently with each breathless giggle that arose from my reaction , my stomach muscles contracting painfully at my uncontrollable laugh. 

"You're disgusting!"

"I'm a boy," I defended in between laughs, reaching over for said underwear and bringing it up to my nose for a smell inspection. The unmistakable whiff of ball sweat made my eyes watery. Still, I negotiated on the possibility of me wearing them tomorrow before washing them. 

"They're still wearable," I shrugged, scrunching the dirty underwear before skillfully tossing it inside my open closet like a basketballer throwing a basket ball inside the hoop. 

"Disgusting,"Repeated Roxie, as she made gagging noises.

"You're welcome,"I winked, stretching my body over my unmade bed, elgs crossed and hands resting behind my head.

"I can totally see why you have no girlfriends,'Roxie sneered,making her way to my  bedroom window that was cracked open.I see her fiddling with the end of my telescope , her fingers twisting the eyepiece as she attempted to focus its lense on something outside.

"Hey!" I alarmingly called out to her before jumping out of bed. " You'll ruin it with your man hands so if you could please keep your hands off." Deftly prying her hands off the instrument , I returned it to its original position, delicately wiping the invisible smudges she'd imprinted on my well polished, nine hundred dollar telescope and turned to her , a look of warning on my face.

"I just wanted to gaze at the moon, no big deal," She explained, reaching her hands over the tube before I smacked it off. 

"I said no!"I finalized." Besides, it's a new moon night, so there's no chance of you gazing on any visible moons." 

Roxie rolls her eyes at my statement but doesn't give up regardless as she fought and whined her way into wanting to use it.

"I'll wipe it off as soon as I'm done with it, I promise,"

'"That's not good enough,!I don't want you near it!"

"Max!"

"Roxie!"

Struggling to reach her way over the telescope Roxie finally gave up, sighing in defeat , her hands rested on her hips as she regarded me with vexxed eyes. Shielding her away from the telescope with outstretched arms , I smirked at her dispirited face. 

"Why don't you want me to use it?"She whined, stomping her feet like a spoiled bratty five year old.

"I payed alot of money for that so I'm entitled to use it alone!":

"You didn't pay for that with you own money,"She scoffed." You asked Uncle Harry to hand you some dough in exchange for fixing his lawnmower , of which you ended up destroying it in the process, prompting him to buy himself a new one over the summer." 

"You have a good memory, sis,"I reached over and pinched her chin of which she slapped my hand off before returning to the issue at hand , whining her way into using my telescope. 

As stubborn as a mule, I denied access to the agitated Roxie , watching her throw in the towel before walking over to my bed and plopping down on it like  a sack of potatoes , the springs in my bed creaking at the heavy impact of her weight. But that's just hyperbole. Roxie was far from being overweight.She was body positive but not fat. She looked healthy for an eighteen year old. 

"So how was school?"She yawned loudly and I turned to refix any irregularities on my highly valuable telescope before descending my gaze on to the eyepiece , as I refocused on the image ahead. 

"The same," I drawled as I zoomed in on the window on the apartment next door.Spying using my telescope was my teatime, with flowering results and effective quality. Roxie didn't know that's why I strongly protested when she'd asked to use it, afraid she'd find out the reason behind my frequent using , a disturbing revelation. 

Bingo!

There it is.

"Just the same?'She rambled on but my attention was hijacked by the scene I was currently zooming on with the high definition telescope. "Meaning you had another detention again? Aren't tired of being a pain in the ass to the authorities?"

"Mhmm..."I absentmindedly hummed, my lips creasing into a a smirk as I spied further, a chill running down my spine. My eager eyes followed her finger as they unbuttoned the alabaster buttons , her crisp white shirt coming undone, presenting her purple push up bra that hugged her D cupped breasts, squeezed together to create the perfect cleavage. Then came her paint suit, undoing the zipper-

"Hey twerp!"  A pillow suddenly reconnected with the side of my face , knocking me and the telescope from refocusing on the magnificently erotic scene of Amanda undressing as I staggered on to my desk, seemingly disoriented from the abrupt assault of the musky scent of my pillow. 

"What'd you do that for?" Came a horrid exclamation, feeling the spot where the pillow hit me. 

"You weren't listening,"She pointed out, pushing herself off the bed before dashing to where the telescope rested, taking advantage of my nonplussed state. Bringing her eye to the eyepiece of the telescope to look at the source of my attention, Roxie hooted with amusement. 

"So this is what you're looking at?"She teased in a sing song voice.

"Her, give that back!" I shoved her away from my telescope, causing Roxie to stagger aside, chuckling at the sudden revelation. And my cheeks wouldn't stop flaring with an unwelcomed blushed, embarrassed. 

"PeepingTom," She kept taunting me. 

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

'No I'm not!" I strongly denied.

"Oh but you are, Little brother," She gave a cheeky wink "There's nothing with spying on girls using telescopes.It's a little creepy but if it turns you on, go for it."

"I'm not spying on anyone,"I wiped the eyepiece with my sleeves , trying to diffuse the akwardness and embarrassement that inflitrated the atmosphere as Roxie made fun of me at my expense. 

"Denial is not just a river in Egypt,"

'I'm not denying anything, You're just misinformed," 

"So you're not spying on Charli?" And that's when my eyes landed on her, completely bewildered by her accusation. 

Charli? She thinks I'm spying on Charli Dawson?Daughter of Amanda Dawson?

She's definitely grasping for straws with that deluded statement. 

I couldn't even sermon the words on the tip of my tongue to form a coherent sentence , still struck with astonishement at her assumptions. Why would I spy on Charli? She has no sex appeal, unlike her mother who had percetly accentuated curves all over her body from the roundness of her breasts to her thighs to her full derriere to her-

"Why would I spy on Charli?" I found myself asking , a derisive laugh bubbling under my chest , begging to be released. 

"I don't know, you tell me,"Challenged Roxie, still smirking knowingly at me. I scoffed before turning my eye on the eyepiece to confirm her accusation. Indeed, just beside Amanda's bedroom window was Charli's bedroom window and true to the letter , she too was prepping for bed. In just a sports bra and some shorts, the goth girl toured every corner of her room , be it to grab some clothes or arrange some strewn up books seeing as she was an avid reader. Her hair, darkened like the midnight skies, bouncing atop of her hair as she bobbed her head to some hard punk rock music. Pretty soon she's done tidying up her room and without warning, reaches around the chest band of her sports bra before pulling it off in one swift move , revealing her tiny A cup tits , so tiny that one could mistake them for mosquito bites, nipples erect, which only fueled my mocking silent chuckle.

Roxie thinks that I could waste my precious time spying on this kid with zero sex appeal, nothing worth staring at. She could prance around naked in front of me and still wouldn't spot a semi erection because what in heavens name are those on her chest! Those are only called 'breasts' for a lack of a better word.  

Charli would then yank her curtains off, shutting herself from the outside view much to my relief because what I saw just gave me second hand embarrassment. She could really use a boob jobor maybe she hasn't fully blossomed because there's no way she looks like a crooked twig whereas her mom was thick with bulging higs and perfectly rounded breasts .Genetics failed her, I suppose. 

Pulling away from the disappointing view of what could only be described as a half named Charlotte Dawson, I fed Roxie a disdainful look at her bogus statement of me spying on Charli. She had nothing to offer to my hormonal body.Even if I wanted to jerk off to her, I highly doubt I'd reach an orgasm and that is saying something since I'm a premature ejaculator (Whatever the hell that means) , something I'm not particularly proud of to say the least but don't really care nonetheless.  

"Roxie,"I breathed out a sigh."Sweet, innocent, stupid Roxie..."

She rolled her eyes at that.

"You have accused me of alot of things over the years," I preached."Like that time I stole your bra and gave it Xander as a prank-"

"Which by the way, was a jerk move," She interjected.

"He wanted to know what size you were," I defensively claimed.

"Whatever,"Another eye roll.

"Or when I posted that video of you singing in the shower that one Saturday morning,"

"Are you trying to get me angry because it is so working ,"Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. 

"It's really not my fault that you sound like a bunch of raccoons fighting over garbage in the dumpster whenever you sing,"

'Your point being?" She snapped angrily. 

"All I'm saying is that you need to stop singing in the shower every morning, you don't sound like Mariah Carey or Taylor Swift , you sound like a dying cat,"

Seemingly fed up with the conversation at hand ,Roxie flips me her middle finger before making her way towards my bedroom door about to grant an exit but not  before concluding with a ,"I know you're spying on Charli,"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night, dearest sister of mine,"I politely went, giving her my fake smile.

"I'm going to tell her about it,"She threatened with a gambler's smirk.

" I can't even pretend to care because even she wouldn't believe such preposterousness," 

"We'll see,"And with that Roxie shut the door behind her, awarding me my well deserved solitude to freely spy on Amanda.Refocusing the lense back to her window , I notice that she's already donned on her night gown , silky pink with a forgivingly thin fabric that clung on to her erect nipples like a second skin. Her glasses were plucked away from her face and her hair looked moist , its curls damp and long.

Zac must be one lucky guy to have a mother like her. Young, with a face that boasted with youth and beauty. A body sculped to perfection .God must've been showing off whe he created that woman.It's ;aughable to think that her husband divorced her .Something must've been wrong with that man to divorce such a beautify angel , a goddess of sensuality. So she sleeps alone in that room, no one to hold her in the middle of the night except her pillows and blankets , no one to make love to her. I wonder if she ,masturbates. Or if she has had sex recently. But with whom? She's divorced!

She definitely masturbates.Poor Amanda.

If only she wasn't my best friend's mother or twice my age, I wouldn't have hesitated to make a move on you.

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Mom made pancakes for breakfast.That became the source of my pain this morning since she didn't know the first thing about making pancakes. But that didn't seem to stop her from executing her kitchen 'skills' in creating what could best be described as prison pancakes.Hell, I'm one hundred percent sure that prison pancakes don't taste like whatever agony she created or should I say invented.

'I'm pretty sure paprika isn't used as a pancake ingredient ,mom," Roxie grimace after risking a bite out of the doughy abomination. 

"I wanted to jazz it up,"Mom defended , as she drizzled maple syrup over a stack of pancakes before serving them to dad. 

Lifting my fork to my nose to sniff the piece of pancake that was stabbed on the end of it, I swallowed hard the vomit that threatened to come up.On days like today , I usually opt for an apple for breakfast today , I am forced to sit down and eat the atrocity of today's breakfast.

Mom was usually a pro when it came to the world of culinary arts.That was before she realized that it was possible to alter recipes and create your own.Nowadays she always adds a 'secret ingredient' to almosy everything she makes ,saying how she's jazzing things up.One day she's going to poison the entire family in the name of jazzing things up. It's just a question of when.

"Thanks honey,"Dad pecks mom's cheek and grabs his fork , stabbing a piece of pancake and bringing it up to his mouth for a bite and Roxie and I don't hide our snickers once his face contorted into a pained grimace at the taste of the meal.

"How's it taste, Daddy?'Teased Roxie.

"Interesting ..."And proceeds to spit the half chewed pancake inside his napkin before setting it away.

"I expect each on of you to empty your plates before you dare to step right out of that door," Mom warns , making her way to the sink to wash a few of the glasses that were loaded inside it. 

A chorus of groans ressurrected from us at mom's statement.

"Max,"Came a sudden unexpected call from my father which prompted me to leave my fork and face him." I'll be driving you to school today."

"Uh oh,"Roxie playfully nudges my shoulder."Is he in some kind of trouble?"

"Shut up,Roxie!"I barked at her then turned to face my father whose face was a mask of neutral. "Why do you want to drive me toschool.Zac usually gives me a ride to school."

"Well there's some things that I want to talk to you about and I don't think Zac should be around to hear them," He grimly put in, wiping his mouth with a napkin. 

"What things?"

"Just meet me in the driveway after you're done with your breakfast , Okay?"And that was it.No other words were exchanged during breakfast, just the sound of cultery scraping along the plates and the sound of running water as mom rinsed utensils.To say I wasn't fretful about the conversation I was to have with dad would be an understatement. I knew that I had broken a lot of rules  and ,my father was well aware of the kind of name I'd built upon myself in school. He wasn't too pleased with the reputation I was branded by the faculty.

And being the rebellious teenager that I was , I was shockingly not bothered in what he thought of me but the impromptu rendezvous he'd planned today made my stomach churn with anxiety. 

Roxie was the first to exit the house just in time to catch a ride with her friends to school and I was left alone by the kitchen island while dad went to assemble his work papers in his study. 

"What do you think Dad wants to talk to me about?'I asked mom ,trying to seem unfazed as I acted nonchalantly.

She didn't answer immediately as she faced me , a wry smile on, untying her apron before hanging it by the kitchen door frame. 

"Amanda called him yesterday after school," The revelation caused my heart to stop beating in a trice , my breathe hitching. "Something about you disrespecting her during her class." 

"Oh,"I nodded ,eyes dropping to the tiled floors perturbed.That was a bitchy move for Amanda to call Dad about that. It was a joke. Can't she take a joke?

"Max, we talked about this,"And now mom was lecturing me." You can't keep treating your best friend's mom and teacher like she's your age mate."

"I wasn't disrespecting her , mom,"I argued back. 

"That's now what she said,"

"It was a joke,"I said."I was breaking the Ice.Have you ever been to a Calculus class? That class is painfully boring .Mom. Someone had to liven the mood and I generously sacrificed myself to save the rest of the tormented students from being subjected into the agonizing pain that is Calculus class."

Mom doesn't say anything as she dismissed my reason why a wave of her hand , trudging back upstairs before Dad appeared from inside his study , black leathery suitcase in hand.

"Let's go,"He said , brushing past me and I silently cursed at the universe for conspiring against me this morning.