Better Off Together Chapter 6

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Better Off Together Chapter 6 – Story By Panzerfeck

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back at The Ship that Saturday I was sat in my usual seat, drinking my third pint and reading a book about the horrifying experiences of soldiers in Iraq - you know, light-hearted reading - and I was able to drown out the pretentious banter of the disturbing number of incomers with their fake airs. Yes, I don't like them very much!

 

 

 

 

 

Just then one of the visitors to the island comes over and starts critisising my reading material, saying how I supported the genocide of the middle eastern people by reading such militaristic propaganda.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘What the fuck is it to you, you?’, I shout at the ignorant twat.  By now I am getting rather angry, you know, kicked out of my house for the afternoon, reading a crappy book and now having some prick coming over and critisising me for minding my own business!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Don’t fucking swear at me you ginger prick, me and my mates will come and show you how real men settle arguments…. Do you like hospital food you racist cunt?’ 

 

Quite how this ignorant twat figured I was racist by looking at my reading material perplexed me a little.

 

 

 

 

 

I decide that the only courses of action available are to either leave and admit defeat or leave and not admit defeat….

 

I chose the latter.  The dick head never saw the sucker punch coming and before he could pick himself up again, I was on my way home nursing a rather sore hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So I came home early without even thinking. The last thing I wanted was to be hanging around the village if dick head and his mates were looking for me. I quietly let myself in and went to the kitchen to wash the blood off my hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wasn't even paying attention to anything but the rumble of blood in my temples. I wasn't fighting mad, but I was mad at myself for losing control. I just wanted to keep the negative thoughts and feelings out of my head. People avoiding being rude cunts really improves my chances.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I slowly headed upstairs when it hits me. The time was just past four. I said I'd be gone until about half five. I could all of a sudden hear a very distinct sound on the air. Kerry, my sister, was making no effort to disguise her moans of delightful pleasure. I was not supposed to be home yet, after all.

 

 

 

 

 

I felt dizzy and sort of displaced, like my senses had retreated within and my inner self had flown out of my body. Her bedroom door was closed, but rather than hastily walk by - and my god what I'd have given to be in the sack with a girl who moans as sweetly - I had to remember which floorboards under the landing carpet were the creaky ones, because they led

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

straight under her door. One false move and she'd be freaking out, and rightly so.

 

I didn't want her to know I was there at all. What if she was with him, her twat of an ex?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now on my tiptoes, like some comical cat burglar, I was trying to pass by the door to Kerry's room, heading towards my own. The sounds of her pleasure were getting to me because, fuck me, she had the kind of vocals that could make a guy come alone, used just right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's a porn star in particular, name of Lisa Ann, who's the dirtiest bitch alive, but she moans like a sweet innocent angel. This was what I was hearing and I was coming over all funny, trembling with the slightest release of adrenaline.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally I got past the door and crept towards my room. My own door was closed...

I didn't remember closing my door on the way out..

 

 

End Of Chapter 6