On the surface, the Frost family seemed perfect. All the neighbors seemed to note how well kept the front yard was, and how the family seemed to have decorations for nearly every holiday. Whenever they were seen, people were generally laughing and smiling and there was a legitimate sense of actual friendship among the individual members. From Gerald and Misty, the loving and supportive parents, down to their four children. The Frosts seemed to be thriving. Each one seemed to excel at something individually, and while each carried a particularly busy schedule, their parents seemed to find time to make it to every event, concern, meet, game, or presentation. Everyone on the block and in the cul de sac wanted to be at least acquaintances with them, and life on the outside was absolutely perfect. For weeks now, all Gerald and Misty could talk about was how their family was going to be complete again for the summer. Their oldest son,
Riley had a little bit of time before he would move across the country for his new job. Their eldest daughter Ivette was coming home from college, and their two high school aged children Addison and
Ivan were still in high school, though both were destined for full ride scholarships to the university of their choice.
A few days ago, Riley showed up at the family home after a few long months training across the state. He was preparing for his career, and he couldn't have been much happier to be done. Since he had been back, he always seemed to find himself hanging out with Addison. The two had grown quite close before he had left, and their relationship only seemed to grow after he got back. He had been taking her out driving, listening to her problems and whatever high school drama she found herself wrapped up in, and even providing a little alcohol or weed every now and then. Originally, when Riley was living at home, he shared Ivan's room with him. When he moved out, however, Ivan took over the rest of the room and didn't seem all too keen on clearing his stuff so his older brother could have a place to stay. It meant a few nights of sleeping on the couch on the living room before his mother had yelled at him about ruining their couch. Ultimately, he found himself in Addie's room, and the two only seemed to grow closer as a result. The idea was to let Ivy deal with Ivan when she got back. It wasn't a battle he was willing to fight at the moment. Besides, Ivan seemed to listen to Ivy more than anyone else.
He loved his little sister. Of course he did. He would do almost anything for her. At first he had slept on the floor, but after complaining about it one night when they were hanging out, she had invited him to sleep in her bed with her. Addie and Ivy had always shared a king sized bed. Both girls were small enough where they fit comfortably. Riley was a little bigger, taking after his father. He stood 6'5, and weighed 200 lbs of pure, chiseled muscle. The fit on the bed was a little tight, but the two found a way to make it work.
A blaring alarm from his phone caused Riley to glance up. It took him a moment to realize where he was. His spatial awareness had never been great, but the addition of the general morning grogginess made things just a little more difficult. His arm was wrapped around his sister's waist underneath their shared comforter. He wore only the shorts he normally slept in, but his body seemed draped around Addie's much smaller body. Nothing had honestly happened between the two of them, but he did revel in the human presence his sister provided. Reaching over, he shut the alarm off before settling back in. Adjusting and nuzzling up against her, he closed his eyes. "Ad." He said, forcing his body to say the his nickname for his sister.
"We gotta go soon. Ivy's flight lands in an hour and a half." He said, unsure if Addison was even awake or not. Last night, the two had smoked, listened to some music that Addie had picked, and fell asleep. That was it. Otherwise, their sleeping arrangement remained mostly harmless. Of course, there were little things that would happen under the covers. He often liked to rest his large hands against her bare skin underneath her shirt, though he always stayed underneath her belly button. Besides, her night shirts were fairly loose, there wasn't really any avoiding it. Oh, and while he was laying in bed with her and listening to the music, he did grind into her a little bit as the music took ahold of him. That was all.