“Nice try, I heard moaning and you’re,” her red lips spread into a huge smile. “All red and sweaty, and your glasses are off.” She lowered her voice. “Good for you, bro! Is she pretty? What’s her name?”
“Molly Minx, okay?”
“Huh?” Tammy frowned. “That’s not her real name.”
“No, its her porn name, because I’m watching porn,” Jimmy sounded more than annoyed, he seemed anxious.
“Really, you’re alone?”
“Oh, for god’s sake,” Jimmy opened the door wider showing his bed. His laptop was on it, and Tammy could see it paused on the image of a woman being fucked doggy style. “You happy you made me show you I’m jerking off like a fucking loser as usual?”
“Hey, don’t get mad at me, and you’re not a loser, so stop talking like that.” Tammy put her hand on his arm, the only part of him she could see other than his face. “You’ll meet someone.”
“You sound like mom, and you need to stop, I don’t need pity from my sister.” He went to shut the door, but she moved her hand, placing her palm on the door.
“Calm down, I’m just trying to talk to you.”
“I know, but I don’t feel like talking.”
“How was the party?” She continued. Probably not good from the way he was acting, and now she wanted to know what happened that he seemed angry.
“It was fine, Tammy. Not as fine as yours judging by the way you smell, but fine.”
“Then why are you pissed off.”
“Don’t worry about it, everything’s cool.”
“Except you,” Tammy put her hand on his cheek. He flinched back, but not before she felt how warm his skin was.
“You okay, Jimmy? You’re sweaty, and you’re all flushed.”
“I…yeah. I mean no, I feel kind of weird.”
“You have anything to drink?”
“Yeah,” he grunted in disgust. “I did, and that’s the problem.”
“It made you sick? What did you drink, how much?”
“Just leave me alone, okay?”
“I want to make sure you’re alright,” Tammy pressed the issue. “Someone slip you something funny?”
“Tammy, I know you care, but I just need to be alone.”
“Can’t be too sick seeing you were jacking off,” Tammy pointed out. Something was off here. “Sure everything is cool? We can talk if you want.”
“I don’t want to talk, I just need to take care of something and get some sleep.”
“Seems like you really need to take care of it,” Tammy grinned, trying to lighten the mood. “She must have really got you worked up at that party.”
“Yeah, that’s it, I’m really worked up.”
“You need to show me a picture of this little hottie.”
“Tomorrow,” Jimmy looked down, and his eyes narrowed. “You wore that to the party you went to?”
“I did, and I know, its kind of trashy.”
“Its…something.” His eyes were lingering on the abundance of cleavage she was showing off. “Dad would shit.”
“Dad won’t know, right?”
“Yeah, right.” His eyes dropped to her long legs. “Not much of a dress that’s for sure.”
“Hence why they call it a micro dress.”
“You put the girls at that party to shame,” he was breathing hard as if he’d been really exerting himself and sweat dripped down the sides of his face. What had he drank, fireballs?
“Thanks, and Jimmy?”
“My eyes are up here.” she put her finger under his clammy chin and lifted his head.