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Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

Hat-tori

Hat-tori

Supernova
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Jan 9, 2009
A lot of families are very close. Jeremy's wasn't one of them. His father left home long before he and his sister were born, they hadn't seen him since. Their mother remarried soon after, leaving an odd dissonance in the family, a feeling of something being off. His sister had been liked more by his stepfather, his mother could do little but meekly agree. So the precious little girl got almost everything she wanted. Including a full free ride in the college of her choice.

Jeremy was told 'he had to earn it.' It was a line he often muttered over a shot glass. Over three years of scrimping and saving from dead-end jobs, part-times, Temp work, and flat-out begging his friends, he managed a few years in a couple of classes... and was now a manager in a Safeway. Employee of the month, almost three months running now!

Go him.

He could barely stand Christmas anymore. Mother instisted she bring together everyone, and Jeremy always would buckle down and relent, despite not wanting to see his sister again. He was always single, she always had a handsome boy back home. He was always in a slump, she was always riding a carreer wave. And while his garage band couldn't even get out of said garage, her latest novel was always a top seller.

It made him want to break things. There was literally nothing he could say in his own defense. She always knew how to rile him up. Mainly by showing up late. Like right now.
"Three hours late." he said. "Let me guess... extended meeting?" he asked no-one, watching the clock. He could guess her gift, too. It was always one of her trashy romance novels, penned by her, without a dedication to anyone but her latest boy-toy. Ugh, he couldn't even stand it!
 
Jenna and Jeremy, how their mother and step-father had picked out the names so easily. She had been the precious baby girl, always getting what she wanted and soon finding it a huge thorn in her brother's side as she picked on him, his unfortunate early life being to her amusement.

She had picked up reading novels early, developing her skills in school quickly as their step-father always helped her, never leaving a question unanswered. It also meant that she begun writing her diary, keeping it hidden from everyone as she begun the first novel in the back of it. She wrote a lot, soon hiding herself from her family as he didn't care about them, she was more interested in her writing and how her looks managed to get her the nicest looking boys whenever she wanted.

She had a couple of bestsellers already and despite having her boyfriend changed regularly, she couldn't care less as long as she got to write. She wrote a lot of romantic stories but also articles in some magazines about modern life and it's concerns. She was popular, more than she had ever wanted to be but she wanted more, she wanted to be rich.

The snow was beginning to fall lightly that christmas afternoon as she was in the taxi, heading from the airport to her parents' house, carrying with her a few bags of luggage packed tightly along with presents for her family. She wasn't late becuase of a meeting like usually though, she had taken the day off but because of bad weather her flight had been delayed and then the taxy had to drive slower because of the increased christmas traffic.

Arriving at the house she paid quickly, not saying a word as she got out, the big red jacket appearing puffed around her upper body and the long pants, sitting a bit tightly as it was a designer thing after all, the winter boots on her feet making almost no sound in the snow. She had long hair, blonde but with some brown strands, trying to appear as no blonde as much as possible. She went up, knocking on the door with her bags down next to her as the taxi drove off.
 
"You're late, Jenna." he said as he opened the door, picking her bags by habit. She usually spent the night or the weekend. Said something about it stimulating her in new ways. "Still not bringing along the boy, huh?" he asked, dropping off the bags in the other room as he went back to the fridge. Half of it was his, which was what he opened. "Here." he said, putting a can of beer before her as he walked to the window.

Jeremy was actually very handsome. He'd never noticed before because he rarely left the house for anything but work, needing to do so constantly to stay in college. His blonde hair was kept short and in it's natural color, very vivid and easy to see from a distance. His heavy work when he started in the store as a stocker gave him thick arms, and walking to work gave him a nice tan on them. He was thinking hard on what to say to her, how to avoid a fight, when his eyes widened.

"Holy shit." he said, softly. He went to the phone and dialed hurriedly, "... Mom? Oh, thank god. Yeah, yeah. It surprised me, too. I've never seen it get so bad. You're sure you're okay? Good. Alright then. Bye-bye." he hung up as a loud cracking sound -A tree branch snapping under the weight of snow- ran through the house. "Well, Jenna, looks like we're stuck here alone. There's a massive blizzard moving through here, and it's cut off all the roads leading into town." he sat down at the other end of the table.

The air was so thick you could cut it.
 
Jenna ignored her commenting on his lateness as she went inside, crashing down onto the couch, putting her legs up after removing her boots and her jacket. She heard him ask her about the boy as she grinned a bit, smirking. "If I don't bring him along, you won't get more jealous." She was pushing his buttons as her tone showed that she was rather careless. Seeing the beer suddenly in front of her, she sighed grabbing the can and taking a sip. She hadn't had beer in a looong time and it did strike her that she didn't get out as much anymore.

Watching him sit there, she couldn't help but notice how his body had changed since she had moved out a long time ago. She had changed too, she was slim not showing too much fat under the slightly tight blouse of her's, the v-neck showing a bit of cleavage down between her c sized breasts as she put her head back letting it hang freely until she looked back, noticing his wide eyes.

He suddenly got up, startling her as she sat up normally, grabbing the can of beer as she took a sip, listening to him talk with their mother. She didn't care what they spoke about but the tree branch falling down startled her, making her stand up as she put her arms around herself, rubbing her sides gently as he came back, telling him the news. "You gotta be kidding me, and it's christmas eve tomorrow!" She sighed deeply, hoping it wouldn't last too long as she really hated the fact that he hadn't worked his way to as much success as she had. "What are we going to do anyhow?" She asked him, looking a bit puzzled.
 
"We are going to sit here. It's way too dangerous to go out now. Trees are likely falling down with the amount of snow at the moment, and... I really would hate for you to get hit with a tree and get into an accident. So..." he sat down. "We wait. Not much else TO do in this place, really." he sipped the beer quietly, feeling the warmth rush through him. He went into thought for a moment.

"You know..." he said, tapping the side of the can, "Every year... we get into a fight when we meet up. About something. My success, your success, my education or yours... your boys and my lack of ladies. It's gotta stop, Jenna. I know I'm to blame as much as you are, but-" he was interrupted by the loud cracking noise again. "But we gotta stop this. For Mom's sake. It breaks her heart, you know?"

His fingers tapped impatiently on the table and he downed the rest of the beer in one go, tossing it into recycling with ease. "Just ain't right. We shouldn't nigh murder one another once a year." he mumbled, trying his damndest not to yell at her for the things she'd done thus far.
 
Jenna heard him actualy sounding concerned about her safety, she only sighed in response as she watched him drink his beer. Not seeming bothered by him until he begun speaking and tapping the side of his can. It agitated her, the mere sound as he listened to her. "I know it hurts mom." She said, her voice low as she took a sip, recalling all his words and how she wanted it to stop, but she felt it was like he was still jealous of her success, of her ability to get a man that she wanted. She wanted to say something smart to him but for once, he was actually right.

She listened to him talking about them murdering each other every year but she knew it was true, they were killing themselves and their mother with their fights. She watched him finish the beer as well as tapping the table, getting more agitated by every sound he made. "Stop the sounds." Her voice showed that it was getting to her, she wanted it to stop as she had always felt nervous whenever someone was tapping something. She was trying to think about it even though it probably didn't appear to be her strongest side, the girl for once had to agree with him.

She wanted to fight him, put him in his rightful place but when she looked at him, at his body, she felt something inside her like she was craving what she knew that she could not have. "If you don't want us to fight, stop being jealous of my love life." She said, though knowing that her tone wasn't how she had wanted it, it didn't sound blaming at all, rather like a weak attack that would be repelled completely as she looked away, at the blizzard howling outside the house, wishing she had turned down coming this year.
 
"And you don't mock what I've worked so hard to accomplish." he replied simply. He stopped. "S-sorry. Bad habit." he said quietly. His eyes glanced over her body briefly, and he suppressed a shudder. He'd seen that body type a thousand times. Almost every night. He had a solid gig of it on his PC. In all sorts of poses and acts. He suddenly realized he'd never dated not because girls weren't looking for him...

He wanted his sister. Oh god.

He rose and got another two beers, cracking one open and drinking deeply. "Have you ever come to a stunning yet obvious relevation but realized there's absolutely nothing you can do about it in the near future?" he asked, pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them. He was a good hand at poker. It was one of few talents. "I think we should do something to pass the time. How about a game of.... poker?"
 
It was a secret, she knew that he had a lot of images of her on his computer. She had found out when she had been asleep one night but had dismissed it and forgotten it soon though. She waved off his attempt to start a fight by taking another sip of the beer, finding herself looking over his body as she stood up, she had realised a year ago that the reason why she wasn't able to stick to one boy was because none of them had the same appeal to her as her brother, it was because of that she had picked fights, because she wanted him to be jealous and want her.

She was able to hide her blush when he left the room, grabbing some more beers before coming back. "I have, a few times." She replied, running a hand through her hair as she watched him pull out a deck of cards. She was fairly good at poker but she knew that he would beat her easily. She looked at him when he spoke before she moved closer to the table. "Alright, deal." She told him, putting the beer next to the un-opened one on the livingroom table as she was ready.
 
He nodded, shuffling a few times. "But it's no fun if there's nothing on the line, and I don't have any money on me." he said with a smile. "So what do we bet?" he asked, dealing out two hands of five. "I mean, all I have is the clothes on my back right now."

He looked over his hand passively. Two pair. Meh. It helped if you thought of every hand as a crappy hand. Kept his poker face on. He looked up at her again. Her lips looked so soft... no, no, stop that.
 
Jenny watched him shuffle as he listened to her. Hearing him suggest on betting the clothes they had on she knew that she would have to agree. "Fair enough, lets play it as strip poker then." She said. "Who wins each round, gets to pick a piece that's removed on the other person." She said, knowing he would agree to it as he had no other way of betting.

She watched him deal, picking up the cards as she noticed three sevens and nothing worth value besides that. She shrugged a bit, trying to keep her face as straight as possible while she looked back at him, trying to keep her eyes off his upper body and on his face even though it was hard.
 
He nodded. "Alright then. Sounds fair to me." He threw in his extra card and then picked a new one off the top of the deck. Three of a kind and two of a kind, one of the best hands in the game. She'd have to tie it or do better, and with aces and jacks, she'd have a hell of a time managing that.

"Your switch." he said, looking up at her. That shirt was his. He could hardly wait for it.
 
Jenna watching him do his switch as she then smirked, this was going to be fun. She flipped down the cards she didn't need, pulling up two new as she noticed four of a kind and ace high. She took a few deep breaths, her chest heaving as she then looked back at him. "Okay, lets go." She said, putting her hand down and showing her cards as she didn't care who went first as long as none of them cheated.
 
He winced as he laid down his hand and sighed. "Alright, what'll it be?" he asked, shuffling the hands back into the deck. Seven shuffles, every time. "Name it, it's yours." he grumbled. He took another long drink of the beer again, he'd need it to get through the night. Though it almost gaurenteed he'd do something stupid.
 
Great, Jenna's mind almost went insane from the thought of having won the first round. "Lets see that shirt off then." She said, a rather cheerful yet slightly sheepish smile on her face as she giggled a bit, feeling like a schoolgirl alone on her first date. She was enjoying this a lot as she was looking forward to beating him even more later that evening.
 
"Just wait till the only thing you're wearing is that smirk." he said, slipping out of his shirt. It felt better than expected. Like his arm, his body was well-toned from all his work and his financially strict diet. He wasn't quite as well-tanned, but that was fine. And, as a habit from his days on the swim team, he had no chest hair. He sat back down and dealt out the hands.

Holy shit.

He kept his face as straight as he could as he looked at his royal flush, an unbeatable hand. The most she could hope for is a push!
 
Jenna watched him remove that shirt as she only laughed from hearing his words, she knew that he had been on the swim team and the missing chest hair didn't bother her, she enjoyed her men to be fully shaved besides a small beard and their hair. She watched him deal again, this time giving her almost nothing to work with. She had a pair and if she was lucky she could push it for a flush or a straight depending on her luck.
 
He looked up to her. "I'm not switching this round." he said, placing his hand down on the table. "How about you?" he asked, leaning on the table. He wasn't grinning, but he was in a good mood. It didn't matter who won, he was going to enjoy himself.
 
Jenna looked at him, hearing his words as she bit her lower lip. He was definitely holding something good if he wasn't switching cards at all. She decided to change three cards herself ending up with the straight she had wanted. "Okay, lets go." She said, waiting for him to put down first this time as she'd put down her hand right after he had done so, seeing his hand and instantly her smile faded.
 
He smiled. "Best hand in the game." he said, thinking quietly. "Hmmm... let's get you out of that shirt. It looks a touch too tight for you anyway." he said, shuffling the deck with a grin as he watched her. Most excellent. If his luck continued like this, he would do good on his promise to strip her to a smile. Not that he would mind undressing for her, of course. The incestuos thoughts percolated through his mind thanks to the beer, unhindered now.
 
Jenna watched the hand, hearing him wanting her shirt off as she held up a finger, emptying her first bear before opening the second can. She then moved her hands to the edge of her blouse, pulling it up over her head as the black lace bra was covering her breasts almost fully, showing off the rest of her upper body for him as she then looked at him seriously. "Deal, you don't get time to drool." Her voice was gentle, wanting to play him a bit.
 
"Alright, alright." he said, shuffling and dealing. Hm. Three of a kind, aces. A pretty good hand, but it could be better, of course. Hfelt himself swelling as she undressed. Next... next would be those pants. Yes. That would be the logical course of action. If he won, of course. He wondered vaguely what would happen if they both ended up naked. Would they start in on forfeits? Commands? That would be interesting. A deep, dark part of him wanted to touch her, all over...
 
Jenna got her cards too, seeing they were rather mixed, she had a flush waiting for her as she wondered a bit on what he would have waiting for her. she decided to wait out for now, considering her chances as she though it through. "I'll switch first this time." She told him, switching a single card though keeping her flush. She was wondering how large he'd be as she had wanted to know if he would be better than her boyfriends for a while now, trying to keep herself from being aroused by her own brother.
 
He switched in two, going up to a full house. He paused, then laid his hand out. "Here we... oh no." he said, seeing her hand. His pants would be next, right? Well, it wasn't cold... and he was rather gifted, so he thought. Above average, but not monstrous. He sighed. "What'll it be, Jenna?" he asked, rubbing his forehead. A tree outside lost another branch noisily, and a bird cawed in surprise at the noise. A lump of snow slid off the roof. The silence was bugging him.
 
Jenna held the tension going for a few moments as she watched him, knowing she would have his pants no matter what, socks didn't matter to her. "I guess your pants are gonna have to go." She said, her voice showing a bit of excitement even if she didn't want to show it yet. She was almost anxious, wanting them to go further even if it was partly the alcohol in her blood speaking as she took a sip from the second can, enjoying the show unfolding in front of her.
 
He nodded, standing up and unzipping, pushing them slowly down his pants to reveal black boxer-briefs. His manhood produced a rather healthy buldge, and he let her ogle a few moments as he went to get the rest of the beer, putting the whole case on the table between them. He downed the rest of his current can and moved to the next, shuffling the deck eight times and dealing himself a straight flush. With his luck, she'd get a royal, though that was very unlikely.
"Did you like what you saw?" he asked with a grin.
 
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