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Two Horny Ch. 02

Hello everyone, in this sequel to my first story we continue from the brother's perspective. Again constructive criticism is welcome, and I thank everyone for their support and interest with my first attempt. As before, all characters ― and the number of them is going to increase ― are over eighteen. I hope you enjoy.

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The sound of my alarm broke into my sleep and I sat up in bed, slapping the snooze button on instinct. The alarm cut out immediately and I collapsed back onto my bed, rubbing my face blearily as I thought about last night. I'd been grounded by my mum after she caught me trying to sneak to my friend Luke's house with two six-packs of dad's beer. I was old enough to drink but Luke wasn't yet (his eighteenth was a month or so away). It wasn't like we were going to get smashed or anything, Luke just wanted to try some before he had his eighteenth birthday party so he knew where his limits were. But mum had this whole almost-religious intolerance regarding underage drinking, and so I was grounded.

Normally I would have woken up furious about this, but being grounded had given me the opportunity to have sex with my sister.

Lying in bed, I couldn't help but smile at the memory. My sister Jess was a few years older than me and was gorgeous. She was of average height but slim, long-legged with a firm ass and boobs. I'd been quietly attracted to her for years, and had internally drooled over her at the many pool parties she insisted on having with her confident, attractive friends. Of course I'd never dreamed anything would or could ever happen: she was my sister after all. But last night something had.

She'd broken up with her boyfriend Mark a few weeks ago, which everyone in my family felt had been a long time coming. Mark was a loser, a thickhead whose only saving grace was his athletic ability, and we all knew he wouldn't last. Despite being happy that Mark was gone though, I knew that the break-up would still affect my sister deeply, I just had no idea how deeply. It turned out that my sister was quite passionate and extremely active sexually, and Mark's absence left her frustrated.

And for some reason I was yet to discuss with her, she turned to me to satisfy her urges. I'll admit I was surprised, but it didn't take long for me to come around. My sister had an amazing body, easily six times hotter than all the girls I've ever been with combined, and she didn't seem to be looking for a romantic relationship, which was good. I loved my sister but as exactly that, as my sister. I didn't want to date my sister or have a romantic relationship with her: between our parents and society, it just wouldn't work. And while having casual sex with her was probably just as bad, it was pretty easy to quash any guilt or unease I had about it. She was hot, we were both horny, and the sex was amazing (for me at least).

There was a tap at my door and then my mum breezed into the room carrying a laundry basket. "Good morning sweetie," she said warmly as she bent down and kissed my forehead, in the process placing her hanging boobs right before my face.

Ordinarily I would have averted my eyes for the two seconds they were there, but after what happened last night I checked them out on reflex. They were large and full, and although not as nice as Jess's I still would have liked to play with them. I felt my morning wood, which had begun to dwindle, start to grow and I felt disgusted with myself. It was one thing to have casual sex with Jess to satisfy our mutual urges, it was another thing altogether to perve on my mum.

"Did you have a good time with your sister last night?" Mum's voice cut into my thoughts and I looked up distractedly. She was now by my desk, tutting as she scooped the pile of clothes by my chair into her basket.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Did you have a good time with your sister?" she repeated, now standing up straight and looking at me. I couldn't help notice as she did that she looked an awful lot like an older and slightly larger version of Jess, with emphasised curves and wider hips, although her hair was blonde to Jess's brown.

"No we did not," my sister answered before I could, entering my room to glare down at me. I gaped in surprise. She seemed genuinely pissed off as she turned to mum, and I suddenly wondered if she her thoughts on last night were different from mine. "He ate basically all of the lasagne, and then he didn't even wash up after himself. Just left it in the sink and plugged himself into his computer."

Before I could say that I had washed up after myself, mum too turned to glare at me. "Can't you two just find something in common and get along for once," she said irritably. Her earlier cheerfulness was gone. "It would be nice if your father and I could go out more often and not have to worry about how many children would be alive when we returned home."

Jess and I watched her leave the room, and Jess quietly closed the door after she'd disappeared down the hallway. Jess flicked the lock closed and then turned and leaped at me, throwing her body atop mine and kissing me passionately even as she clawed at the bed sheet between us, pulling it down. I was caught by surprise again but then started kissing her back and rubbing her body with my hands, grabbing her ass and grinding her lower body on mine. The feel of her skin on mine and the smell of her hair woke strange feelings within my chest, and a part of me quietly wondered about my earlier thoughts on how I loved her.

After what seemed like a lifetime but was probably only a few seconds, Jess lifted her lips off me but remained sitting on me, her legs straddling my crotch. She was wearing her normal sleep attire, an old shirt and some small shorts, but somehow that made me want her even more than if she had been wearing her bikini or any of her other provocative clothes. She was panting, her boobs heaving on her chest, and I couldn't help but sit up and start squeezing them.

"We need to talk about what this is, exactly," Jess said, gently pulling my hand off her.

"I agree," I said, looking into her dark eyes. My dick stiffened in my shorts as I looked at her, and she obviously felt it as she glanced down and then grinned at me.

"I don't love you, not in that way," Jess said plainly, looking into my face intently. "This isn't a romantic thing. We are not dating, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend; we are just friends with benefits. Agreed?"

I nodded and couldn't help smiling back at her. "Yes. Siblings with benefits."

Jess thought about that for a second then shrugged. Her boobs jiggled nicely and I resisted the urge to grab them again. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, so I thought a slight prompting might help. "You mentioned ground rules last night?"

"Right," she said, focussing on me again. "This is just between us. If you tell your friends, we're done. We each have the right to say no and end it whenever we want, no pressure. And no forcing someone to do anything they're uncomfortable with, or something that might get them caught."

"Those seem fair," I said. I think at that point I would have agreed to anything to be able to touch her again, and I think she realised because she suddenly laughed and got off me. I thought she would go leave but instead she pulled down my shorts and grabbed my dick and started rubbing it intently.

"Hey!" I said in a panic, looking at the door as if mum could burst through at any moment. "What about not doing stuff that might get us caught?" I hissed.

Jess stopped rubbing to look at me. "The door's locked, and mum and dad are having breakfast downstairs. They're always tired after an evening with the Mercers, so just relax. Besides, I thought I'd show how much I appreciated your help last night. Unless you would like me to stop...?"

She had me there and she knew it. I remained silent and she resumed gently stroking me, and then bent down and inhaled my dick. The slickness of her mouth was amazing, and I couldn't help but groan as her tongue flicked the head of my dick. She began sucking in earnest, one hand still stroking the shaft as she slurped on the head. I lay on my back watching her as she bobbed up and down my shaft and then sucked me into her throat. The feeling was incredible, and I started bucking my hips as she swirled her tongue around my dick before sucking back into her throat again. My dick throbbed and she pulled back so the head was just in her mouth as I came, and as I filled her mouth she looked up into my eyes and I wondered what I'd done to deserve this.

Jess swallowed contentedly then cleaned my dick, sucking as much of my excess cum and her saliva off as she could before standing. I ached to throw her down and fuck her, and I thought she wanted me to, but from her performance last night I knew there was little chance of doing that without our parents knowing. She smiled at me and then walked to the door, swinging her sexy ass tauntingly, and I knew I had to say something.

"Next time I'll eat you."

She turned to me as she unlocked the door. I could see her nipples through her shirt. "I look forward to it," she said, and then slipped through the door and was gone.

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After working out the rules with Jess and getting my dick sucked, my mind cleared enough that I realised I should get downstairs and have breakfast before mum or dad got suspicious. It was Saturday and I wasn't expecting to go anywhere, so I pulled on some casual clothes for lounging about the house and went downstairs to the kitchen, where I found dad leaning against the bench and waiting for his toast to cook. Mum was rooting around in one of the cupboards, and he was looking at her ass appreciatively. I was about to enter the kitchen proper and grab some cereal from the pantry when 'mum' stood up and I realised it was actually Jess, and I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing my dad stare at my sister's ass like that killed my appetite, and I veered off to the living room instead, where I plopped myself on the lounge. I wasn't sure what was happening. Before yesterday, if I'd seen such a thing I would have put it down to dad simply just staring into space rather than looking deliberately at her rear, or even down to automatic male instinct. But I now knew Jess was willing to sleep with her brother to satisfy herself ― was it such a big leap that she might come on to dad as well?

The truth was I didn't know. I recalled last night, how she said my dick was the only one available: was that an unintentional sign that she desired someone who hadn't been available? Dad had been at the Mercers with mum last night. Was he the other to who she might have been referring?

I suddenly felt sick, and found myself staggering outside in the hope fresh air might clear my thoughts. As I wandered around the perimeter of our backyard, I did start to feel somewhat better. I decided that what I had seen in the kitchen was probably completely innocent, and only my recent experiences with Jess had coloured my perception of what had been going on. Dad loved mum and was not the kind of guy to cheat, and the idea he'd do so with his daughter was ridiculous. Still that seed of doubt remained, and I was still wrestling with it when mum walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder as I was about to do another lap around the pool.

"Andrew!" she said crossly, and I spun around to face her in surprise. "I've called for you several times now! Didn't you hear me?"

I shook my head, as if that would clear my mind of its discomforting thoughts. "No I didn't mum," I said apologetically. "Sorry."

"That's all very well but it would be nice if I didn't have to scream your name ten times to get your attention," she sighed. "While we were at the Mercers last night, Alice mentioned that they've been having problems with their pool filter. Paul has been busy at his new office and hasn't had time to clean it, so I told her you could go past today and have a look at it."

I scowled. It was typical of mum to tell people I would be able to help them without clearing it with me. During my exam period last year, I spent two days working in the garden of Mrs Ryan, my grandmother's elderly neighbour. That had been two eight hour days of pulling weeds and digging holes in rocky soil to plant flowers in the sweltering heat while I was meant to be studying for my year twelve exams. And Mrs Ryan wasn't even our neighbour! That particular incident had left me burned, exhausted, and enormously pissed off at mum for putting me through it. I hadn't even gotten paid.

"I can't today mum," I said firmly. She immediately opened her mouth to argue so I quickly steamrolled over her. "I have study to catch up on. If I work quickly I'll try drop past sometime next week."

Mum frowned and cross her arms. "But I already told her you would do it today," she said irritably and I rounded on her.

"Well maybe you should have checked to see if my schedule was free before signing me up to do other people's chores," I snapped, storming off before she had a chance to launch a counterattack. I headed inside and stomped upstairs, where I headed to my room and locked the door. The gall of that woman sometimes, it drove me to madness.

I collapsed onto my desk chair angrily, still seething with annoyance. While her fostering off other people's responsibilities without my permission was irritating, I was far more annoyed at the fact that I knew I hadn't won, only postponed the inevitable. Soon enough dad would knock on my door, and I'd be treated to his whole spiel on 'keeping the peace', and I'd end up over at the Mercers' either this afternoon or tomorrow morning.

Fixing their filter probably wouldn't be too bad and was more likely to consist of cleaning rather than fixing, but I still detested how it was forced upon me. The Mercers were nice people, Mrs Mercer was particularly kind to me, and it had been a while since I'd seen their daughter Amy anyway. She was a year older than me, and we'd been surprisingly close growing up, hanging out regularly until she started high school and had less time for the awkward, nerdy son of her parent's friends. I'd only seen her occasionally since then, usually at parties that both of our families attended. The last time I'd seen her had been at a New Years party, where we'd actually had a really pleasant conversation. She lived with some friends, but at the New Years party she'd been considering moving back home, so it was possible that I might bump into her.

Almost right on cue, there was the expected knock on my door. I debated ignoring it, but that would only irritate dad for no gain, so I reluctantly opened the door and let him in. He closed the door behind him and remained standing while I returned to my chair, and for a moment we were quiet, simply looking at each other.

Dad cleared his throat. "Mum told you about the Mercers' filter, huh?" he asked.

"Yep." My tone was not kind.

"From what I say last night, the pool mostly needs cleaning," he tried. "It should only take an hour, maybe an hour and a half."

"That's not the point and you know it."

He sighed. "I know. It annoys me too when your mum gets me to do stuff without asking me first. So don't do it for her, do it for the Mercers. It's getting hotter, and Alice really wants her pool operational when Amy comes back for the holidays. I would do it but I've already got things to do for your mum this weekend."

I scowled. While I did have study to do, I wasn't that busy, and I probably would have spent half of today playing on my computer anyway. "I'll go past later," I reluctantly conceded, and he smiled tiredly at me.

"That's good," he said quietly. He went to leave but lingered at the door. "It might be nice if you asked Alice if there was anything else around the house she needs doing. Paul has been extremely busy as of late, and she'd probably appreciate the company more than anything else."

Dad closed the door, leaving me wondering about his last words.Hello everyone, in this sequel to my first story we continue from the brother's perspective. Again constructive criticism is welcome, and I thank everyone for their support and interest with my first attempt. As before, all characters ― and the number of them is going to increase ― are over eighteen. I hope you enjoy.

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The sound of my alarm broke into my sleep and I sat up in bed, slapping the snooze button on instinct. The alarm cut out immediately and I collapsed back onto my bed, rubbing my face blearily as I thought about last night. I'd been grounded by my mum after she caught me trying to sneak to my friend Luke's house with two six-packs of dad's beer. I was old enough to drink but Luke wasn't yet (his eighteenth was a month or so away). It wasn't like we were going to get smashed or anything, Luke just wanted to try some before he had his eighteenth birthday party so he knew where his limits were. But mum had this whole almost-religious intolerance regarding underage drinking, and so I was grounded.

Normally I would have woken up furious about this, but being grounded had given me the opportunity to have sex with my sister.

Lying in bed, I couldn't help but smile at the memory. My sister Jess was a few years older than me and was gorgeous. She was of average height but slim, long-legged with a firm ass and boobs. I'd been quietly attracted to her for years, and had internally drooled over her at the many pool parties she insisted on having with her confident, attractive friends. Of course I'd never dreamed anything would or could ever happen: she was my sister after all. But last night something had.

She'd broken up with her boyfriend Mark a few weeks ago, which everyone in my family felt had been a long time coming. Mark was a loser, a thickhead whose only saving grace was his athletic ability, and we all knew he wouldn't last. Despite being happy that Mark was gone though, I knew that the break-up would still affect my sister deeply, I just had no idea how deeply. It turned out that my sister was quite passionate and extremely active sexually, and Mark's absence left her frustrated.

And for some reason I was yet to discuss with her, she turned to me to satisfy her urges. I'll admit I was surprised, but it didn't take long for me to come around. My sister had an amazing body, easily six times hotter than all the girls I've ever been with combined, and she didn't seem to be looking for a romantic relationship, which was good. I loved my sister but as exactly that, as my sister. I didn't want to date my sister or have a romantic relationship with her: between our parents and society, it just wouldn't work. And while having casual sex with her was probably just as bad, it was pretty easy to quash any guilt or unease I had about it. She was hot, we were both horny, and the sex was amazing (for me at least).

There was a tap at my door and then my mum breezed into the room carrying a laundry basket. "Good morning sweetie," she said warmly as she bent down and kissed my forehead, in the process placing her hanging boobs right before my face.

Ordinarily I would have averted my eyes for the two seconds they were there, but after what happened last night I checked them out on reflex. They were large and full, and although not as nice as Jess's I still would have liked to play with them. I felt my morning wood, which had begun to dwindle, start to grow and I felt disgusted with myself. It was one thing to have casual sex with Jess to satisfy our mutual urges, it was another thing altogether to perve on my mum.

"Did you have a good time with your sister last night?" Mum's voice cut into my thoughts and I looked up distractedly. She was now by my desk, tutting as she scooped the pile of clothes by my chair into her basket.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Did you have a good time with your sister?" she repeated, now standing up straight and looking at me. I couldn't help notice as she did that she looked an awful lot like an older and slightly larger version of Jess, with emphasised curves and wider hips, although her hair was blonde to Jess's brown.

"No we did not," my sister answered before I could, entering my room to glare down at me. I gaped in surprise. She seemed genuinely pissed off as she turned to mum, and I suddenly wondered if she her thoughts on last night were different from mine. "He ate basically all of the lasagne, and then he didn't even wash up after himself. Just left it in the sink and plugged himself into his computer."

Before I could say that I had washed up after myself, mum too turned to glare at me. "Can't you two just find something in common and get along for once," she said irritably. Her earlier cheerfulness was gone. "It would be nice if your father and I could go out more often and not have to worry about how many children would be alive when we returned home."

Jess and I watched her leave the room, and Jess quietly closed the door after she'd disappeared down the hallway. Jess flicked the lock closed and then turned and leaped at me, throwing her body atop mine and kissing me passionately even as she clawed at the bed sheet between us, pulling it down. I was caught by surprise again but then started kissing her back and rubbing her body with my hands, grabbing her ass and grinding her lower body on mine. The feel of her skin on mine and the smell of her hair woke strange feelings within my chest, and a part of me quietly wondered about my earlier thoughts on how I loved her.

After what seemed like a lifetime but was probably only a few seconds, Jess lifted her lips off me but remained sitting on me, her legs straddling my crotch. She was wearing her normal sleep attire, an old shirt and some small shorts, but somehow that made me want her even more than if she had been wearing her bikini or any of her other provocative clothes. She was panting, her boobs heaving on her chest, and I couldn't help but sit up and start squeezing them.

"We need to talk about what this is, exactly," Jess said, gently pulling my hand off her.

"I agree," I said, looking into her dark eyes. My dick stiffened in my shorts as I looked at her, and she obviously felt it as she glanced down and then grinned at me.

"I don't love you, not in that way," Jess said plainly, looking into my face intently. "This isn't a romantic thing. We are not dating, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend; we are just friends with benefits. Agreed?"

I nodded and couldn't help smiling back at her. "Yes. Siblings with benefits."

Jess thought about that for a second then shrugged. Her boobs jiggled nicely and I resisted the urge to grab them again. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, so I thought a slight prompting might help. "You mentioned ground rules last night?"

"Right," she said, focussing on me again. "This is just between us. If you tell your friends, we're done. We each have the right to say no and end it whenever we want, no pressure. And no forcing someone to do anything they're uncomfortable with, or something that might get them caught."

"Those seem fair," I said. I think at that point I would have agreed to anything to be able to touch her again, and I think she realised because she suddenly laughed and got off me. I thought she would go leave but instead she pulled down my shorts and grabbed my dick and started rubbing it intently.

"Hey!" I said in a panic, looking at the door as if mum could burst through at any moment. "What about not doing stuff that might get us caught?" I hissed.

Jess stopped rubbing to look at me. "The door's locked, and mum and dad are having breakfast downstairs. They're always tired after an evening with the Mercers, so just relax. Besides, I thought I'd show how much I appreciated your help last night. Unless you would like me to stop...?"

She had me there and she knew it. I remained silent and she resumed gently stroking me, and then bent down and inhaled my dick. The slickness of her mouth was amazing, and I couldn't help but groan as her tongue flicked the head of my dick. She began sucking in earnest, one hand still stroking the shaft as she slurped on the head. I lay on my back watching her as she bobbed up and down my shaft and then sucked me into her throat. The feeling was incredible, and I started bucking my hips as she swirled her tongue around my dick before sucking back into her throat again. My dick throbbed and she pulled back so the head was just in her mouth as I came, and as I filled her mouth she looked up into my eyes and I wondered what I'd done to deserve this.

Jess swallowed contentedly then cleaned my dick, sucking as much of my excess cum and her saliva off as she could before standing. I ached to throw her down and fuck her, and I thought she wanted me to, but from her performance last night I knew there was little chance of doing that without our parents knowing. She smiled at me and then walked to the door, swinging her sexy ass tauntingly, and I knew I had to say something.

"Next time I'll eat you."

She turned to me as she unlocked the door. I could see her nipples through her shirt. "I look forward to it," she said, and then slipped through the door and was gone.

* * *

After working out the rules with Jess and getting my dick sucked, my mind cleared enough that I realised I should get downstairs and have breakfast before mum or dad got suspicious. It was Saturday and I wasn't expecting to go anywhere, so I pulled on some casual clothes for lounging about the house and went downstairs to the kitchen, where I found dad leaning against the bench and waiting for his toast to cook. Mum was rooting around in one of the cupboards, and he was looking at her ass appreciatively. I was about to enter the kitchen proper and grab some cereal from the pantry when 'mum' stood up and I realised it was actually Jess, and I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing my dad stare at my sister's ass like that killed my appetite, and I veered off to the living room instead, where I plopped myself on the lounge. I wasn't sure what was happening. Before yesterday, if I'd seen such a thing I would have put it down to dad simply just staring into space rather than looking deliberately at her rear, or even down to automatic male instinct. But I now knew Jess was willing to sleep with her brother to satisfy herself ― was it such a big leap that she might come on to dad as well?

The truth was I didn't know. I recalled last night, how she said my dick was the only one available: was that an unintentional sign that she desired someone who hadn't been available? Dad had been at the Mercers with mum last night. Was he the other to who she might have been referring?

I suddenly felt sick, and found myself staggering outside in the hope fresh air might clear my thoughts. As I wandered around the perimeter of our backyard, I did start to feel somewhat better. I decided that what I had seen in the kitchen was probably completely innocent, and only my recent experiences with Jess had coloured my perception of what had been going on. Dad loved mum and was not the kind of guy to cheat, and the idea he'd do so with his daughter was ridiculous. Still that seed of doubt remained, and I was still wrestling with it when mum walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder as I was about to do another lap around the pool.

"Andrew!" she said crossly, and I spun around to face her in surprise. "I've called for you several times now! Didn't you hear me?"

I shook my head, as if that would clear my mind of its discomforting thoughts. "No I didn't mum," I said apologetically. "Sorry."

"That's all very well but it would be nice if I didn't have to scream your name ten times to get your attention," she sighed. "While we were at the Mercers last night, Alice mentioned that they've been having problems with their pool filter. Paul has been busy at his new office and hasn't had time to clean it, so I told her you could go past today and have a look at it."

I scowled. It was typical of mum to tell people I would be able to help them without clearing it with me. During my exam period last year, I spent two days working in the garden of Mrs Ryan, my grandmother's elderly neighbour. That had been two eight hour days of pulling weeds and digging holes in rocky soil to plant flowers in the sweltering heat while I was meant to be studying for my year twelve exams. And Mrs Ryan wasn't even our neighbour! That particular incident had left me burned, exhausted, and enormously pissed off at mum for putting me through it. I hadn't even gotten paid.

"I can't today mum," I said firmly. She immediately opened her mouth to argue so I quickly steamrolled over her. "I have study to catch up on. If I work quickly I'll try drop past sometime next week."

Mum frowned and cross her arms. "But I already told her you would do it today," she said irritably and I rounded on her.

"Well maybe you should have checked to see if my schedule was free before signing me up to do other people's chores," I snapped, storming off before she had a chance to launch a counterattack. I headed inside and stomped upstairs, where I headed to my room and locked the door. The gall of that woman sometimes, it drove me to madness.

I collapsed onto my desk chair angrily, still seething with annoyance. While her fostering off other people's responsibilities without my permission was irritating, I was far more annoyed at the fact that I knew I hadn't won, only postponed the inevitable. Soon enough dad would knock on my door, and I'd be treated to his whole spiel on 'keeping the peace', and I'd end up over at the Mercers' either this afternoon or tomorrow morning.

Fixing their filter probably wouldn't be too bad and was more likely to consist of cleaning rather than fixing, but I still detested how it was forced upon me. The Mercers were nice people, Mrs Mercer was particularly kind to me, and it had been a while since I'd seen their daughter Amy anyway. She was a year older than me, and we'd been surprisingly close growing up, hanging out regularly until she started high school and had less time for the awkward, nerdy son of her parent's friends. I'd only seen her occasionally since then, usually at parties that both of our families attended. The last time I'd seen her had been at a New Years party, where we'd actually had a really pleasant conversation. She lived with some friends, but at the New Years party she'd been considering moving back home, so it was possible that I might bump into her.

Almost right on cue, there was the expected knock on my door. I debated ignoring it, but that would only irritate dad for no gain, so I reluctantly opened the door and let him in. He closed the door behind him and remained standing while I returned to my chair, and for a moment we were quiet, simply looking at each other.

Dad cleared his throat. "Mum told you about the Mercers' filter, huh?" he asked.

"Yep." My tone was not kind.

"From what I say last night, the pool mostly needs cleaning," he tried. "It should only take an hour, maybe an hour and a half."

"That's not the point and you know it."

He sighed. "I know. It annoys me too when your mum gets me to do stuff without asking me first. So don't do it for her, do it for the Mercers. It's getting hotter, and Alice really wants her pool operational when Amy comes back for the holidays. I would do it but I've already got things to do for your mum this weekend."

I scowled. While I did have study to do, I wasn't that busy, and I probably would have spent half of today playing on my computer anyway. "I'll go past later," I reluctantly conceded, and he smiled tiredly at me.

"That's good," he said quietly. He went to leave but lingered at the door. "It might be nice if you asked Alice if there was anything else around the house she needs doing. Paul has been extremely busy as of late, and she'd probably appreciate the company more than anything else."

Dad closed the door, leaving me wondering about his last words.

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