A Bump In The Road (Siouxsie Asylum and Atomwake)

[atomwake]

Rough and jerky, the unpaved path of rocks and dirt caused an uneven ride for the grey pickup truck as it sped through the dense, forested countryside. A mid afternoon sun beat down on the faded and chipped paint, it's oppressive heat invading the cabin as the two men inside laughed and joked about the things they had to do for family. Patrick sat in the passenger seat, his straight feathered, blonde hair waved in the rushing wind, keeping the long, uneven strands out of his face. His thin, pale arm was held over the open door as he looked through the small, round sunglasses into the mass of pines and brush that the rough road carved through. A young, round face that sat low on his thin neck, the light green eyes buried beneath the frames, his small nose protruding below the wiring.

His older cousin, Brandon, drove the truck at it's rapid, nearly dangerous pace, his head shaved with a thick red beard that covered his face. Large, natural muscles framed his wide body, nearly breaking through the one size to small cut off t-shirt. Patrick had been helping Brandon's older sister move and they had already taken several loads of furniture and boxes while she had stayed behind at the old house continuing to pack her things up and clean. Fresh out of high school, Patrick had nothing better to do in the early days of summer and the promise of iced tea and barbecue was enough to entice him to help. His gorgeous older cousin may have had something to do with it as well.

As they pulled up to the old house, the shutters hanging by a thread on the bolt and the paint cracked and chipped, Brandon parked the truck and they hopped out, both grunting and groaning at the thought of loading and unloading more of her stuff. Patrick stretched his long arms over his head, the orange, plain t-shirt lifting up from his pair of black, athletic shorts revealing his smooth stomach, barely noticeable in his lithe frame. Wiping the back of his neck, covered in sweat and the redness of a sunburn beginning to sting, they headed inside the house to find what was left and drown another cold glass of sweat tea down their parched throats.

 

[Siouxsie Asylum]

Ana walked around her house, wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a t-shirt. Most of the things in her house had been taken over to the new house, or thrown away, leaving the rest of the house almost completely bare. The house was already quite old when she first moved into it several years ago, and she did a pretty decent job of maintaining it.

"Patrick and Brandon will be here in a bit," Ana said to herself as she hauled a couple of bags of trash outside. The heat was nearly unbearable that day, which caused her to nearly run to throw out the trash, trying to get back inside as quickly as possible. The electricity had been turned off that day, which meant no air conditioning. She prepared for this ahead of time by buying a couple of battery-powered fans, but they barely did anything to cool her down that day. "Ugh, so glad we're almost done with this place. I can live in a cooler area with plenty of trees that give a good amount of shade." Letting out a heavy sigh, she stood in front of a fan for a few moments, enjoying the breeze it provided before grabbing a broom and sweeping up the living room.

About halfway through her sweeping, she heard the sound of her brother's truck pulling up into the yard. A rush of relief flooded over her, knowing that once they loaded up the truck this time, they'd be done with hauling things from one house to another. "Hey guys," Ana said as they walked in, getting themselves something to drink. "This is the last room that has anything in it. I threw out everything I wouldn't be able to take with me. Once we get those loaded into the truck, we won't have to come back here."

 

[atomwake]

Patrick and Brandon looked at each other and groaned, the last room was stacked high with boxes and the final pieces of furniture. "There's no way we can fit this all. I don't want to come back," Patrick sighed, rubbing his tired arm against his sore shoulder. He did not share his cousins large features and this was more physical work than he had done in a while. Shaking his head, the medium length blonde strands hanging loosely in an messy fashion across his face flew around his head with his movements. "Patrick, there's no way in hell we're coming back. We are getting everything in here, even if it means leaving Ana behind for good." They both burst out laughing, quietly bringing it to a snicker as Ana brought them some cold refreshment, the glasses already thick with moisture as the liquid ran smoothly down the side.

Patrick took the iced tea from his older cousin, his hands trembling slightly in nervous anxiety as he offered her a cracked smile, trying to maintain eye contact with her. He hid behind the glass, drinking in the cold liquid quickly, his thirst unable to be quenched as he finished and set it down against the wall. "Well, lets get this over with," Brandon said with a shrug of his shoulders as they began to carry the boxes and remaining furniture out of the house together. They filled the bed to the brim, Ana's stuff stacked high as they tied straps over the top and secured it. Several boxes were left so they began to fill the cab, the back seats first before filling up the front, boxes stacked between the two front seats. Wiping his head with a rag as they stood outside the house, Brandon tossed it to Patrick as he smiled at his sister. "Guess you and Patrick will have to share the front seat, no room anywhere else. Now lets go. I could use a beer."

Patrick fidgeted a little as he eyed his older cousin, biting down on his lip. His gaze lowering towards her chest, he quickly turned to the truck and hopped in, hoping to make room for them to share the seat and not have to bear the long, rough drive with his older cousin on his lap the whole time. God, it would be so embarrassing, he thought as he looked down at the ground, offering her another nervous smile as she came towards the truck.

 

[Siouxsie Asylum]

"See, if you left me here, you wouldn't be able to find any homemade pizza as awesome as mine, now would you?" Ana asked, laughing a bit. She handed her younger cousin a glass of iced tea, a smirk coming across her face as she saw how nervous he was. "Better hope we get everything in the truck so we don't have to come back here again, Patrick. I sure you'd hate making this last longer than it already has." She smiled at him and moved to set the broom in the corner, then grabbed a box once they began moving things outside.

Ana broke into a light sweat as she helped her cousin and brother take her things outside, her tanned skin glistening in the sunlight. She hated the heat, and quickly regretted the decision to move during the hottest part of the summer. Ugh, what the hell was I thinking? she thought, wanting to get the move over with quickly. A gentle breeze blew past them, giving them some relief from the sweltering heat.

After about 45 minutes of going in and out of the house, moving everything to the truck, they were finally done. "Sharing a seat is fine. Hopefully Patrick doesn't snap in two. You know he's tiny," Ana said teasingly as she watched her younger cousin get into the car. Once he was settled in, she retied her long, black hair, making sure the wind wouldn't knock her hair into Patrick's face as her brother drove them to the new house. She soon got in after him, sitting on his lap and closing the door. "Again, sorry if you suddenly break underneath me," she said, laughing a bit.

 

[atomwake]

Patrick's cheeks flushed with color, the red tint of his blush stood out on his pale skin as Ana teased his size. "I can handle you, Ana," he answered quietly as he watched with eager eyes while she fixed her hair. A thick lump formed in his throat as she climbed in the truck, her ample backside pressing into his lap and the sweat of her tanned, shapely legs mixing with his own. "Alright, make sure you buckle up. This road can be a real prick in the ass," Brandon called out as he started the truck, the large engine roaring to life as the exhaust spat and growled behind them.

Patrick stared in to the back of his cousin, her long hair pulled over her shoulder, revealing the soft skin of her neck, beads of liquid slowly running down to her shirt. Nervously, he reached for the restraint, his hand trembling again as he tugged at it and began to wrap it around them. Not designed for two people, the belt had trouble reaching completely around their two bodies and his hand ran straight into Ana's bountiful chest, causing Patrick to gasp audibly behind her. The accidental contact sent chills up his arm and punctured his spine as he felt his body fidget underneath her. "Sorry. I-I," he barely muttered as he made a better attempt to wrap it around her, finally securing the belt on his left side and attaching it the buckle. The pressure of the restraint pushed Ana deeper into his lap and Patrick bit into his lip as he tried to think of something else other than his cousins warmth radiating into his crotch.

"I really like the new place, Ana. Needs a little sprucing up but otherwise it's great." Brandon backed up the truck, sticking his head out the open window to see before turning the vehicle and heading down the gravel driveway. Patrick let out a quiet groan as the truck began to jostle and move Ana about on top of him, her backside lightly bouncing on top of him. He braced his arm against the boxes between the two seats and gripped on to the handle at the side, well aware that this was only the beginning of their trip and the road would get much worse.