Unwanted: Part 5

Jon and Lauren were already in the living room when Tiffany came downstairs. “You took another shower.” Jon immediately noticed her wet hair.

“I get sweaty in my room,” she admitted.

“If you didn’t keep the temperature so high, it wouldn’t be a problem,” Jon scolded her.

“What film did you two pick?” Randy came down the stairs a moment later. He was no longer wearing his dress clothes from work and was instead just wearing loose fitting pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

“Got uncomfortable?” Lauren asked snidely. She was used to seeing her husband in business attire if they ever met during the day at all. He practically lived at work.

“I’ve been training some of my employees to take the brunt of the work. I’ll be able to come home a lot more often,” Randy explained.

“Oh, doesn’t that sound wonderful, kids?” Lauren shifted the job of being happy for her husband to her children.

“I was thinking we could spend more time as a family, doing things like this.” Randy picked up the DVD that Jon and Lauren rented. “Oh, a horror movie. It’s even got a picture of one of the college girls getting killed while using the bathroom on the cover. Isn’t that a little excessive?”

“I’ve seen your internet search history, dear, you’re no stranger to this sort of thing,” Lauren shot down his complaints. “Besides, it’s the one Jon chose. Apparently a sappy romance was not his cup of tea.”

“If we have time, we can watch both,” Randy suggested. “Which shall we go for first?”

“The horror movie, obviously,” Jon spouted. “If I don’t like the romance one, then I’m just going to go upstairs.”

“You won’t do that,” his mom hissed at him. “Play on your phone or something but we are spending this time as a family.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Who’s sitting where?” The Taylor household had only two couches, both only big enough for two people.

“I’ll share with Tiff if you want to be a mama’s boy all day today,” Randy teased Jon.

“Hell no, I’m sitting with Tiff.”

“Listen to you two, arguing over her like she’s worth the trouble,” Lauren muttered. “I don’t want Jon sitting next to her. They’ll probably mess around.”

“Then it’s settled, I’ll sit with her.” Randy raised his hand.

“No,” Tiffany squeaked in a high pitched voice.

“Are you that desperate to get it on with your own brother, you whore?” Lauren glared at her.

“Mom, stop, I told you I don’t like you talking to her that way,” Jon came to his sister’s defense.

“Yeah, lighten up a little,” Randy took his son’s side.

“Why are you three ganging up on me?” Lauren gasped. “It’s like I’m the one that’s wrong for thinking it is not okay for a brother and sister to have sex with each other.”

“We’ve established that it is sociably unacceptable, but we’re not out in society right now,” Randy tried to calm her down. “Now don’t worry, I’ll sit with Tiff and…”

“No,” Tiffany repeated in a louder voice. She moved to hide behind Jon’s back.

“Looks like she prefers me over dad,” Jon laughed.

“Maybe if you were home more often,” Lauren saw a chance to complain about her husband.

“Why don’t you sit with her then?” Randy suggested. After seeing how much more partial to Jon Tiffany was, he somewhat wanted to keep them apart to teach them a lesson.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It would be so awkward sitting next to her. I wouldn’t enjoy the movie at all.” Lauren turned up her nose.

“So you’re more okay with our children fucking than you are sitting next to your daughter,” Randy sighed.

“Don’t use that against me now; not when you were totally okay with it from the start.”

Jon was no longer listening to his parents bickering. His mom’s final refusal to sit with Tiffany and her refusal to sit with their dad meant that he had won. He sat down on the left couch and patted the space next to him.

Tiffany walked over to the closet underneath the stairs and retrieved a small throw blanket. Her current outfit was nothing more than a thin long sleeved night shirt and a short ruffled skirt. Her bare legs already had goose bumps after she left the warmth of her room. She sat down on the couch next to her brother and tucked her feet under herself before draping the blanket on top of her lap. She leaned toward the armrest instead of toward Jon. He did not seem to mind but he still took the effort to lean over and kiss her behind her ear once.

Randy put the horror movie into the DVD player and took command of the remote. Lauren went to the kitchen to prepare the snacks she bought. She returned with a bowl of chips for each couch but only sodas for herself and Jon. Randy grumbled to himself as he got up to get himself one. Tiffany was surprised when he brought a second one back for her as well. She took it cautiously, refusing to meet his eyes. He patted her head sweetly though. He wanted to remind her that she could ignore him all she wanted but she still lived in his house.

The first few scenes of the movie were normal boring nonsense as the characters were introduced. It was about college kids on their way back from spring break. Their car broke down and they had to stop for the night at a creepy motel. The normal horror nonsense ensued; someone mysterious decided the kids needed to be taught a lesson in the form of murder.

As Randy originally pointed out, a lot of the scenes were not meant for younger viewers. The one from the cover where the girl was using the bathroom was particularly graphic. She was sitting on the toilet and the sound of her pee hitting the water could be heard but not seen. When the killer opened the door to the bathroom, she screamed and stood up, giving the camera a full view of her cunt and the pee pouring out of it. He stabbed her straight through the eye as well, making the shot more gruesome than erotic.

Tiffany was never one for horror. She screamed every time there was a jump scare and hid her face whenever there was too much blood. Something about seeing the girl’s dripping cunt as she hung in the air on the end of the killer’s knife resonated with her though. She had just been having sex with her father less than an hour ago. She swore she could still feel his large cock inside her asshole. Reluctantly, the movie turned her on just as much as it scared her.

Once the scene had ended and Tiffany no longer had to see the blood of the poor girl’s eye, she started to imagine just her dripping cunt. She touched her own crotch under her blanket. She had hastily put on a pair of panties after her shower and they were already wet from the water she did not bother to towel off from. She could not tell if she was also becoming wet but she poked and prodded her clit as if it were the case.

The next scene to arouse her interest was of a pair of the college students sharing a bed together. The movie was extremely liberal with its shots, allowing the camera a full view of the girl’s breasts as her partner undressed her. They showed everything short of her boyfriend penetrating her, though they definitely implied it.

Tiffany was all out masturbating as she watched the scene play out. The images on the screen mixed in her mind with the many times she and her brother had sex in her own bed.