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The two story rural house sat quietly at the end of it's long drive . There was about two inches of snow on the ground as it was early december. Courson yawned and kicked the thick blankets off of his bed. Rubbing his eyes sleepily as he walked to the hallway,scratching his curly dark hair, trying to get to the bathroom. He had to piss like a race horse. He opened his door and turned down the hall in sweat pants and white tank top that fit tightly on his athletic torso.
 
Riley's eyes flickered open, as the morning sun crept through a gap in her curtains. Her piercing, wolf like blue eyes squinted and she rolled back over, letting out yawn. She began to rub her face, before pushing the duvet cover off of herself. Although the air outside was no doubt freezing. Inside; the central heating provided great warmth. Meaning that Riley had slept in a pair of shorts and a vest last night. The shorts cupped her backside nicely and the vest clung to her body. Jumping out of bed, she ventured towards her door so that she could get to the bathroom. Stepping outside, she saw Courson heading in the same direction. He still looked a bit sleepy and taking advantage of this, Riley quickly ran out in front and cut him up. "Coming through" she called, reaching the bathroom door and attempting to close it on him.
 
Niah said:
Riley's eyes flickered open, as the morning sun crept through a gap in her curtains. Her piercing, wolf like blue eyes squinted and she rolled back over, letting out yawn. She began to rub her face, before pushing the duvet cover off of herself. Although the air outside was no doubt freezing. Inside; the central heating provided great warmth. Meaning that Riley had slept in a pair of shorts and a vest last night. The shorts cupped her backside nicely and the vest clung to her body. Jumping out of bed, she ventured towards her door so that she could get to the bathroom. Stepping outside, she saw Courson heading in the same direction. He still looked a bit sleepy and taking advantage of this, Riley quickly ran out in front and cut him up. "Coming through" she called, reaching the bathroom door and attempting to close it on him.
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"Wait! No! Fuck!" He yelled as he tried to intervene but instead got his finger jammed in the closing door. He recoiled and put the wounded appendage in his mouth. "Bitch" he muttered under his breath knowing that his father would scold him if he heard Courson call Riley a bitch out loud. I know it'll be hard but you have to get used to having a sister. He had said just after the wedding and Riley and her mom had moved in. Riley was forever a pain. She didn't even have any hot friends to bring over for him to look at and was always stealing the bathroom and shirking the chores. Sighing, Courson walked back to his room knowing that waiting outside of the bathroom would be a waste of time. He stripped off his tank top and left in there in the hallway like he always did. Going back into his room to change into warmer clothes.
 
Riley wasn't aware that she had trapped his finger in the door. Not that it would have bothered her in the slightest anyway. The guy was a continual thorn in her side, always leaving his clothes on the floor like a slob and never letting her watch anything that she wanted on the television. Plus they had to share a car whenever they were home, which did nothing but kick off world war three every time that either of them wanted to drive it! Her mother was trying desperately to get Riley to see Courson as her brother, but it was impossible. Something about his face just seemed to riled her up. The young woman relieved herself, before going about her normal morning routine. Tying her long brunette locks back, Riley began to apply her face cream, before letting it rest for a few minutes. Once she felt that it had, had enough time to work, she splashed water upon her face to wash it off. Riley then freed her hair and began brushing through it quickly. Last was her teeth and when she was finally done, she exited the bathroom. As she stepped out, her eyes landed on Courson's tank top, which was on the floor in the middle of the hallway. "Seriously?!" She cursed to herself. "Courson! Stop leaving your crap on the floor!" She called to him.
 
Courson ignored her. He knew that pissed her off the most. He stepped out of his room in a button up flannel with a white undershirt and a pair of jeans. He deliberately walked past her without looking at her or stopping to pick up the shirt and went in the bathroom and closed the door. Turning the dead bolt loudly. He pissed, flushed, left the lid up and went to go wash his face. Scrubbing his cheeks he examined his scruff. Courson was no fan of Don't Shave December but he liked having some facial hair. He ran some gel through his hair and trimmed a few loose hairs. Brushed his teeth and made his way out of the bathroom and into the hall. Five minutes flat, why couldn't Riley do that?
 
Riley's blood practically boiled when Courson walked past her. Acting as if she didn't even exist, he simply ignored her like a five year old. He locked the bathroom door and she ended up giving it a thump with her hand. "You're such a pain in the ass!" She cursed through the door. Picking up his tank top herself, she threw it into the nearest linen basket. Wow, that was hard... not! The guy was so lazy that he couldn't even manage that? Marching back to her room, she slammed her door before finding herself something to wear. She slipped into a pair of light brown leggings and a cream colored, cotton vest. She then threw on a cardigan, decorated with winter themes and leaves. Deciding to keep the cardigan open, Riley then headed out of her bedroom and downstairs. She wanted to get there before Courson ate all of the cereal.
 
Coincidentally they arrived in the kitchen at the same time. Courson went to the fridge to grab milk while Riley went to the pantry to grab cereal. The both turned and closed the doors at the same time. Locking eyes and seeing what the other was holding. "Every morning I have the same thing for breakfast, Riley. Every single morning. You think you could learn to wait your turn for once?" Courson was pissed off since this was not the first time this had happened. Maybe he needed to get his own box of cereal and hide it somewhere like he did his porno mags. Or maybe his step sister could stop being a pain. Nah, the first option was more likely.
 
Riley was annoyed at the fact that she hadn't managed to beat Courson here. However she didn't bother to speak to him and just continued on with plans to make herself some breakfast. Everything was fine as she grabbed the cereal. However when she turned around, she saw Courson stood there with the milk in his hands. She let go of the pantry door at the same time as he did the fridge door. They both stood there glaring at one another, before Courson began his own personal brand of man-bitching. The female rolled her eyes as he started going on as if she was holding the last box of cereal in existence. God he was a drama queen! "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were lord chief and emperor of cereal." She replied sarcastically. "I'll tell you what your majesty; I'll give you the box, after you give me the milk and let me make my breakfast first." Neither of them moved, both as stubborn as one another and seemingly in a stalemate.
 
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Riley was annoyed at the fact that she hadn't managed to beat Courson here. However she didn't bother to speak to him and just continued on with plans to make herself some breakfast. Everything was fine as she grabbed the cereal. However when she turned around, she saw Courson stood there with the milk in his hands. She let go of the pantry door at the same time as he did the fridge door. Then there was a moment as they glared at one another, before Courson began his own personal brand of man-bitching. The female rolled her eyes as he began going on as if she was holding the last box of cereal in existence, God he was a drama queen! "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were the lord chief and emperor of cereal." She replied sarcastically. "I'll tell you what your majesty; I'll give you the box, after you give me the milk and let me make my breakfast first." Neither of them moved, both as stubborn as one another and seemingly in a stalemate.
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"Or you can give me the cereal and you can have them both when I'm done." Courson wasn't about to budge to this. He had already lost the bathroom this morning, this battle was his! As things were heating up their dad came down the stairs and already knew what the situation was. "Hey kids." He said getting their attention. "You both know there aren't any clean bowls right?" He grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket and continued about his business. It was too early to play mediator for those two. Courson's face fell as he examined the sink full of dirty bowls. The house had a dishwasher but his father insisted hand washing saved water and built character. "Well maybe if someone had done the dishes last night there would be." Courson continued as he gave Riley a look of blame.
 
Riley had been about to step forwards, contemplating an attempt at snatching the milk from him. However before she got the chance, Courson's father came downstairs and glided into the room nonchalantly. These episodes occurred so frequently, that he seemed to just let them roll off his back these days. If anything, he might have even been amused that they were fighting over something to no avail. Riley's face also gave a miserable expression, as her eyes darted to the sink to see that his dad was right. The older male then waltzed back out without a care in the world. Then of course his son started up again. "Oh like you can talk! When was the last time you put on a load of laundry? You see that big square thing over by the sink, has a little round door on it? That's called a washing machine. Learn how to use it instead of leaving your dirty, stinking clothes on the floor for others to pick up."
 
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Riley had been about to step forwards, contemplating an attempt at snatching the milk from him. However before she got the chance, Courson's father came downstairs and glided into the room nonchalantly. These episodes occurred so frequently, that he seemed to just let them roll off his back these days. If anything, he might have even been amused that they were fighting over something to no avail. Riley's face also gave a miserable expression, as her eyes darted to the sink to see that his dad was right. The older male then waltzed back out without a care in the world. Then of course his son started up again. "Oh like you can talk! When was the last time you put on a load of laundry? You see that big square thing over by the sink, has a little round door on it? That's called a washing machine. Learn how to use it instead of leaving your dirty, stinking clothes on the floor for others to pick up."
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"This is MY house! I've lived here since I was six! I can leave my clothes wherever I want and I'll get to them later." Courson shot back with his arms spread wide. "Actually its my house, you were nine, and no you won't. Stop yelling, both of you and do the dishes." Their father called from another room. Feeling something akin to betrayal from his father Courson hung his head and put the milk on the counter. He looked back up at Riley. He wasn't sure what would be worse, doing the dishes himself while she did nothing or actually having to try and work together to get the dishes done faster.
 
She had been prepared to shout back that it was her house too now and he'd have to get over it! However his father spoke up before she got the chance. Calling from the other room, he mainly began correcting his son on everything that he had gotten wrong in his previous sentence. This caused Riley to smirk, she soon stopped though, when the older male told them to do the dishes. She watched as Courson conceded and put the milk on the counter. Giving a sigh, she pushed the cereal box next to it as well. There was a moment of tense filled silence, as they both waited to see who might do the dishes first. Riley was thinking the same as him, either both of them do it or they stand and wait for the other to give in. With these two, the second option could last forever and so Riley gave a defeated moan, dragging herself to the sink. "I'll wash... you dry..." she mumbled in a bitter tone. At least if she washed, than she would know that the dishes were in fact clean and not rushed through with pieces of food still left on them, like most teenage boys tended to do.
 
Courson grunted in response and went about getting a clean towel while the sink filled. It was narrow for two people and the bumped elbows and shoulders quite a bit. After more than one flick of soap bubbles and dirty looks the dishes were all done. Deciding he was no longer hungry, Courson walked out of the kitchen into the empty living room, leaving the milk out on the counter. He sat in the middle of the couch and changed the TV to a replay of last week's football game with added highlights and commentary.
 
The tension could be cut with a knife, as the two teenagers began the arduous task of doing the dishes. There was bumping and shoving, with water attacks occurring with every other plate and bowl that got passed over. She glanced to Courson every now and again, a look of disdain matched by his own. After what seemed like far too long, they were finally done. Courson then skulked off like a miserable child and Riley simply tutted. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and then put both the cereal box and milk away. The young woman then carried her bowl into the living, but stopped in her tracks when she saw that Courson was watching football. "Ugh!" She groaned, Riley couldn't stand sports. Determined to eat her food as quickly as possible, she took a seat on the other end of the room, in the matching chair. Dipping her spoon into the bowl, the cereal crunched loudly as she guided it into her mouth.
 
The crunching was terribly annoying and was made even more so by the fact that Riley was doing it deliberately. Looking around to make sure nobody was in ear shot he said to Riley in a low tone. "Ya know maybe if you were as good at sucking dick as you were at being a pain in the ass you'd have a boyfriend by now." He instantly resumed watching football but kept an eye on Riley lest she throw the bowl at him. He could get away with snide remarks as long as nobody heard him since Riley could never prove he said anything at all it was her word against his and that usually ended with the "you're family, you should love eachother" speech but no real consequences.
 
Riley scowled at him, he was such a prick and a daddy's boy to boot. Any time that she tried to complain about the disgusting things he said, it just got brushed under the carpet because she had no proof. So lately she just had to give back as good as she got. She stuck her middle finger up to him, before swallowing what was in her mouth. "With all the cock you suck you'll have start giving me lessons." She hissed back. "Actually no... scratch that, I don't want lessons from you. If you were actually any good in bed you'd be outside having an actual social life, instead of in here bothering me. You probably can't even get it up." Riley then finished off her cereal before standing up and beginning to walk past the sofa. She stopped and took one last look to make sure that no adult was listening. "Enjoy your sports, limp dick." She added finally in a hushed tone.
 
That bitch. He was about to fire back but she had walked too far away for him to say anything at a safe volume and for her to hear it. "Cunt" he muttered and continued watching sports. The next few hours were uneventful. Courson avoided Riley where he could be inevitably had to deal with her again at dinner time. Mom and Dad insisted that everyone sit at the table during dinner, no TV, no nothing. Just the four of them. Mom and Dad on opposite ends, Riley and Courson across from one another. If there was a hell, Courson was pretty sure it was this but instead of Mom and Dad there were just more Rileys. About half way through dinner Dad put down his fork and said, "Well kids, your mother and I have something exciting to tell you." Courson looked up and was hoping the words 'third car' were about to come out of his mouth.
 
For Riley, the rest of the day was spent mostly in her room. It was the only place where she could guarantee that Courson wouldn't bother her. To her disappointment, dinner arrived far too quickly. It honestly felt like she had only dealt with his shit barely moments ago. Now she had to sit opposite him and suffer through another meal? Dinner times in this household were excruciating. Courson and Riley generally sat in silence, planning each other's downfalls. Whilst the two parents seemed either oblivious or just not bothered by how uncomfortable their children were. Riley didn't make eye contact with the male throughout the entire meal and just as she thought that nothing eventful was about to occur, Courson's father spoke up. Riley glanced over to him and he gave an excited nod to her mother, signalling that she should tell them. Riley's mother began to smile happily. "Well, you two know that we couldn't really afford to go on a honeymoon after we got married." She told them both. "Well... this Friday, me and your father will be travelling abroad to finally celebrate it!" She gave a slight squeal of excitement. Riley, who had been chewing on a piece of potato almost coughed it out. It's not that she wasn't happy for her mother, she was and she deserved a honeymoon, didn't every bride? However if they were going on their honeymoon this Friday. That meant that they expected her to look after the house with... Riley's eyes glanced over to Courson. 'Holy shit... kill me now.'
 
"Wow guys that's awesome!" Courson said with a smile and everybody did a double take. His father was sure something was gonna come up about Courson and Riley having to watch the house together. Maybe his son was just growing up. Courson just ate another piece of pork chop and chewed. He saw the look Riley was giving him and just raised his eyebrows slightly then glared. He moved his index finger from side to side a bit trying to tell her to let it go. He already had a plan. "So how are you guys getting to the airport? You gonna pay to have the car parked there or what?" He asked
 
Riley couldn't help but scowl slightly as Courson pretended that he actually gave a damn. The guy was so manipulative that it made her skin crawl. He was clearly up to something, however as usual the parents were non the wiser. She looked to his finger that was waggling at her and had to fight down the urge to tell him to go screw himself. Whatever he thought that brown nosing would achieve, she hoped that he would be left feeling bitterly disappointed. Unable to watch his smug little face anymore, Riley turned her attention back to her mother. "I'm happy for you mum." Her tone wasn't over excited or enthusiastic, but she still meant what she said. "Thank you sweetie and no Courson, the car will be staying here. We'll be getting a taxi to the airport." The adults looked to the teenagers, still somewhat surprised at how well this was going down. "Now just to be clear, whilst we're away it will be both of your responsibilities to look after the house. Keep it clean, tidy, keep the cars filled up with gas. Both of you, you understand?" Her mother repeated, worried that it wasn't sinking in. Riley nodded in response.
 
"Of course. As if Riley could handle looking after the house herself." Courson scoffed. This was much more in character and lessend suspicion around the table. Also he got to pick on Riley. It was a win win! With both the cars staying it was perfect! Even Riley couldn't argue with him about it, this was fool proof. He just had to make it till Friday.
 
"Now that's enough of that, you two need to get along whilst we're away as well." Even though her mother was standing up for her, Riley could still tell that Courson's insults actually relaxed the adults to a degree. Almost as if he couldn't possibly be up to something as long as he was being mean to Riley. For fuck sake, couldn't he being doing both? As much as she liked to think that he was a moron and barely capable of multitasking. She was pretty damn sure that he was able to be annoying as hell to her and still being planning something on the side. Riley wasn't convinced and didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. However she left it for now and finished off her meal. Once dinner was over, the parents adjourned to their bedroom to begin packing and asked the teenagers to clear the table. The moment Riley knew that the adults couldn't hear her, she confronted Courson. She was cleaning one side of the table and he was cleaning the other. So she leaned over slightly and said in a whisper. "I don't know what the hell you're planning, but I know you're up to something."
 
Courson leaned across the table and met Riley's gaze. "I'm gonna talk real slow so you can understand me ok?" He said with a demeaning tone but then reverted to his normal voice. "Mom and Dad are gonna be gone for almost two weeks right? How are they gonna know which of us is where? As soon as they are on the plane and gone I'm gonna take the truck and take my own little vacation. Away from you." He pointed at her and the smuggest tone he could muster, almost laughing at the end. "And before you bitch to me about who gets the car remember that they are taxiing out there so the SUV will still be here for you and you get the whole house to yourself, the TV, the bathroom, the fucking cereal. Just pretend like I'm at the store or something each time they call the house or that I'm in the shower or some shit." He picked up the last of the dishes and walked them into the kitchen.
 
They locked eyes and Courson instantly began with a wave of condescension and sarcasm. "Don't be a twat" Riley cut him off. She wasn't in the mood to hear him act all superior. She just wanted to know what he was doing so that she could leave! Luckily she didn't have to wait long to hear it, as he explained that he planned to ditch this place the moment that the adults were out of the door. Riley slapped away the finger that he pointed at her. Although she liked his plan, anything that got him away from her was a good thing, she still wanted to punch him in the face. That smug expression of his was beyond irritating! It was made worse when he suddenly reminded her that there were two cars. As if she was a fucking idiot, who hadn't been listening when her mother had said that they were leaving their car behind. God he was such patronizing dick! Then he ended with telling her to cover for him. Riley followed him into the kitchen and threw away the rubbish into the trashcan. "Fine, the less I see of you the better. Try not to let the door hit your ass on the way out. Wouldn't want to damage anything that your boyfriends might miss." With that she left the kitchen and headed back upstairs.
 
"You're just jealous cuz they prefer mine to yours!" He called after her. He did a half ass job cleaning out the dishes and left them to dry. Then Courson went up to his room and closed the door. He'd flip through some magazines for a few minutes then lay down and went to bed.
 
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