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

My shoulders shuddered violently with each breathless laugh that arose from her reaction , my stomach muscles contracting painfully at the uncontrollable laughter.

" 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 it.

" They're still wearable." I shrugged, scrunching the dirty underwear before skillfully tossing it inside my open closet.

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

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

" I can see why you have no girlfriends," She 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 on something outside.

"Hey!" I alarmingly called out to her before jumping out of my bed. " You'll ruin it with your man hands so if you could please keep your hands off." Deftly prying her hands from the instrument, I returned it to its original position, delicately wiping the invisible smudges she'd imprinted on my well polished, 900 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 but not before I smacked her hands off.

" I said no," I finalized. " Besides, it's a new moon tonight so there's no chance of you spying any visible moons."

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

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

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

" Max!"

" Roxie!"

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

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

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

" You didn't pay for that," She scoffed. " you asked uncle Harry to lend you some dough in exchange for fixing his lawn mower of which you destroyed 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 the telescope.

As stubborn as a mule, I denied 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 creaking at the heavy impact of her overweight body. 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 and I turned to refix any irregularities on my highly valuable telescope before descending my gaze on the eyepiece, as I refocused on the images ahead.

" The same," I drawled, zooming in on the apartment next door. Spying using a telescope was my tea time, 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 whatever scene I was zooming on with the high definition telescope. " Meaning you had another detention again? Aren't you tired of being a pain in the ass to the authorities?"

" Mhmm..." I absentmindedly hummed, my lips curling up in a smirk as I spied further, a chill running down my spine. My eager eyes follow her fingers as they unbuttoned the alabaster buttons, her shirt coming undone, presenting her purple push up bra that hugged her D cup breasts, squeezed together to create the perfect cleavage. Then came her suit pants, 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 stumbled onto my desk, seemingly disoriented from the abrupt assault of the musky scented pillow.

" What'd you do that for?" Came a horrid exclamation, feeling the spot where the pillow kissed 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 look at the source of my attention, Roxie exclaimed in amusement.

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

" Hey, 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 up with an unwelcomed blush, embarrassed.

" Peeping Tom," she kept taunting me .

" No I'm not!"

" Yes you are,"

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

" Oh but you are, little brother," she gave a cheeky wink. " there's nothing wrong with spying on girls using telescopes. I mean, it's a bit 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 awkwardness and embarrassment that infiltrated the atmosphere as Roxie made fun of me in 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 Charlie?" And that's when my eyes faced her , completely bewildered by her accusation.
Charlie? She thinks I'm spying on Charlie Dawson, Daughter to Amanda Dawson?

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

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

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

" I don't know, you tell me," challenged Roxie, still smirking knowingly at me. I scoffed before turning my eye on to 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 since she was an avid reader. Her hair, darkened like the midnight sky bounced on top of her head as she bobbed to some punk rock music. Pretty soon she's done cleaning up and without warning, reached around the chest band of her sports bra before pulling it off in one swift move, revealing her tiny A cup breasts, so tiny, one could mistake them for mosquito bites, nipples erect which only fueled my mocking laughter.

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 I wouldn't spot a semi erection because what the fuck are those? Those are only called 'breasts' for a lack of a better word.

Charli would then yank her curtains, shutting herself from the outside view much to my relief because that was terrible. She really needed a boobjob or maybe she hasn't blossomed fully because there's no way she looks like a crooked twig whereas her mom was thick with bulging hips and perfectly rounded breasts. Genetics failed her , I suppose.

Pulling away from the disappointing view of what could only be described as a half naked Charlotte Dawson, I fed Roxie a disdainful eyes at her bogus statement of me spying on Charlie. 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 , something I'm not particularly proud of to say the least but don't really care nonetheless.

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

She rolled her eyes at that.

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

" Which by the way, was a jerk move," she cut in.

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

" 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's working," Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

" It's not my fault that you sound like a bunch of raccoons fighting over garbage when you sing,"

" Your point?" She snapped angrily.

" All I'm saying is that you need to stop singing in the bathroom every morning, you don't sound like Beyonce or Ariana grande, you sound like a dying cat ,"

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

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

" I'm going to tell her ," she threatened with a gamblers smirk.

" I couldn't care less because even she wouldn't believe such preposterousness,"

" We'll see," And with that, Roxie shut my door behind her , awarding me a 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 onto her erect nipples like a second skin. Her glasses were plucked from her face and her hair looked moist, its curls damp and long.

Zac must be one lucky guy to have a mother like that. Young, healthy with a face that boasted with beauty and youth. A body sculptured to perfection. God must've been showing off when he took his time to create that woman. It's laughable to think that her husband divorced her . Something must've been wrong with that man for him to divorce such an angel, a goddess of sensuality. So she sleeps alone in that room, no one to hold her in the middle of the night, 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 I wasn't your son's best friend, I wouldn't have hesitated into making a move on you.

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Mom made pancakes for breakfast. That became the source of my pain that morning since she didn't know the first thing about making pancakes but that didn't seem to stop her from executing her 'skills' in creating what could best be described as prison pancakes. Hell, I'm certain 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 grimaced after risking a bite of the soggy pancakes.

" I wanted to jazz it up ," she defended, pouring some maple syrup onto a stack of pancakes before serving it to Dad.

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

Mom was usually a pro when it came to the world of culinary arts. That was before she realized she could alter recipes. Nowadays she normally adds a 'secret ingredient' to almost everything she makes , saying how she's jazzing things up. One day, she's going to poison the whole family in the name of jazzing things up. It's just a question of when.

" Thank you,honey," Dad pecks her cheek as he grabs his fork, stabbing a piece of the pancake and bringing it up to his mouth for her a chew 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 into his napkin.

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

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

" Max ," Came an 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 shoves my shoulder. " Is he in trouble?"

" Shut up, Roxie," I barked at her then back to my father who's face was a mask of neutral. " why do you want to drive me to school? Zac usually gives me a ride."

" Well there's some things I want to talk to you about and I don't think Zac should be around to hear about them ," he grimly put in.

" What things?"

" Just meet me in the driveway after you're done with breakfast," and that was it. No other words were exchanged over breakfast, just the sound of cutlery scrapping along the plates and the sound of water as mom washed the dirty dishes. To say I wasn't fretful about the prophesied conversation I was to have with dad would be an understatement. I knew I had broken alot of rules and my father was familiar with 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 at school.

And being a rebellious teenager, 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 in time for her to catch a ride with her friends to school and I was left alone in the kitchen island while Dad assembled his work papers from his study.

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

She didn't answer immediately as she faced me , a wry smile, untying her apron before throwing it over the kitchen doorframe.

" Amanda called him yesterday after school," The revelation caused my heart to stop beating for a second, my breath hitching. " something about you disrespecting her during her class."

" Oh," I nodded, eyes dropping to the tiled floor , 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 as if she's your age mate. "

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

" That's not what she said,"

" It was a joke, " I said. " I was just 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 sacrificed myself to save the rest of the tormented students from being subjected into the agonizing lesson."

Mom doesn't say anything as she dismissed my reasoning, trudging back upstairs before dad appeared from inside his study, black leathery briefcase in hand.

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