a Loner's Guide to Conquering Perverted Beauties-Chapter 13: Argument

Power. It's a strange feeling, isn't it? It's one of those that has eluded me for so long, one that I've craved to feel even a glimpse of ever since I was small.

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Back home, my dad began spiraling into madness after my mother died giving birth to Luna.

That was the first person that made me feel powerless. He would come home completely drunk every single day of the week.

Just a single look into his general direction was enough to send him Into a rage state, in which he would beat up anything in his way.

and after that the piece of shit would fall to his knees and beg for god's pardon, saying that it was not him, and that he doesn't want to go to hell.

Thankfully, he never targeted Luna. It was largely due to my own doing, I would intentionally attract his attention every time so that Luna wouldn't get targeted in any way.

As soon as I possibly could I went out and tried to find employment. As you could guess, the options for a ten year old kid weren't many, and the people that did employ me would just use a naive, desperate kid and refuse to give me any money, or give me scraps.

As if it wasn't enough, my father realized I had a little side hustle, and went on to take three long years of hard work away from my hands, and waste it all on beer and drugs in the span of two months.

This forced me to do it all in secrecy, and after five more years of torture I had the money to buy a small, shitty house for me and Luna.

The moment I was sixteen I finally moved out with my sister, getting us out of that hellhole that we called home.

Nothing changed. Even if I was far away from anyone that made me feel powerless, It seemed impossible for me to find myself in a situation that made me feel empowered.

I genuinely began making amends with the idea that I was just a loser, never destined to feel in power in any situation in my life.

I've heard the phrase "sex is power" before. I don't remember the exact situation, but I remember finding the statement ridiculous.

Of course, a big part of that incredulity came from my complete lack of experience, not only physical but also in conversation. I never had any girl friends, partners or anyone I could talk about sex for that matter.

The closest person to that is my sister, and she's not only completely uninterested in sex, but she also refuses any and all advances from other men, so she is almost as inexperienced on the matter as I am.

Well, today I figured out the validity of that claim. It's true, every word of it it's true.

And I can't get enough of it.

Mia Ellis, my one and first friend and the most popular girl of the whole school is squatting down on the cold, grey floor of the school warehouse, both of her delicate hands gripping my spit covered cock and pumping me as fast as she possibly can.

Her ran down makeup, the way her own spit fell down from her mouth, traveled down her chin and fell on her abundant cleavage, her perverted smile, her lustful pink eyes, silently begging for me to release my months worth of accumulated semen into her mouth.

Everything about Mia seemed like the pinnacle of perfection in my eyes, and it gave me such an incredible feeling of conquest.

And all of a sudden, a loud sound shook us both away from our list induced trance.

My heart stopped. Did we get caught? Fuck, fuck.

As soon as Mia's hands stopped pumping my shaft I tucked my member mack into my boxers and pulled my pants up as fast as I could, before I shifted my eyes to see the intruder.

It was Luna, my sister. She stood in the center of the door, one of her hands pressed against her mouth, a crimson tint in her cheeks and her eyes wide awake with surprise.

"Loon?"

I couldn't even begin to utter those words before she turned around, and then ran away.

And that's how I find myself here, standing In Front of her door.

I've been knocking on it for a solid minute, she won't open.

To be honest, I was so incredibly relieved when I saw Luna on that door. In my mind, that would have been the best case scenario, because at least I know for a fact that what happened inside won't leave.

However, at the same time, I knew the consequences of Luna entering at that moment.

"C'mon Luna, let's talk!" I spoke, banging the door once more.

As a response Luna began putting music on the speakers, washing out the sound of my knocking.

God, this fucking girl.

Why the hell is she mad anyways? She literally cock blocked me, shouldn't I be the one that's mad?

I don't understand how girls work, holy shit.

As I thought about this, Luna's door opened, and her figure finally appeared to my eyes.

She stood in the middle, her arms crossed below her chest.

"What do you want" she spoke clearly annoyed, her blue eyes sending a death glare my way.

"I just wanna talk"

"There's nothing to talk about"

"There clearly is if you're acting like this Luna"

She clicked her tongue, her eyes closed in clear annoyance as she thought about it in her head.

"Listen, I'm sorry you saw that alright?"

My words hit a cord. She clicked her tongue and a soft pink glow covered her cheeks.

"Tsk- Whatever, I don't care about your sex life"

"What? Then what are you mad about?"

She didn't respond. Her gaze just shifted elsewhere, and she began clenching her teeth.

"Luna"

She didn't answer once again, but just clicked her tongue once again and began repeatedly tapping the floor with her foot before she finally relented.

"How long?" She asked almost in a whisper, her eyes closed shut and her tapping becoming faster.

"Huh?"

"How long?" She repeated, but I still had no idea what she was talking about.

"How long what Luna?"

She finally snapped.

"How long have you been fucking her?!"

"What? I'm not fucking Mia"

"Ah, I'm sorry. how long has she been drinking your semen, is that a better question Adam?"

I couldn't help but blush at her words. I never thought I would hear something like that from Luna's lips.

"Answer me Adam!"

"No Luna! Why do you care about who I have sex with anyway?"

"I'm your sister you fucking asshole!"

Luna had lost all semblance of self restraint at that moment. She took me by my collar, and her eyes were starting to fill up with unshed tears.

She's mad, very mad. The last time I ever saw her this angry was whenever she saw my bruised face after one of dad's beatings.

"Besides, I wouldn't give a single fuck about who you sleep with if you didn't start forgetting about me!"

"Forgetting? Are you fucking serious Luna? I've made you my priority for eighteen years, and you're gonna say I forget about you!?"

I screamed, pushing her hands away from my collar. This was the first time I had ever raised my voice against Luna.

It took her by surprise, and she recoiled slightly, her eyes wide opened.

She frowned like a hurt puppy, and her bottom lip began quivering.

She was on the precipice of a tear filled breakdown.

Oh no.

"Fuck you asshole!" She screamed one last time in a quivering voice, before she closed the door shut on my face.

Ah, I fucked up.

I don't regret anything I said in that altercation. But I definitely should have been more careful with the way I spoke to her.

Luna isn't the most stable of girls, as you could probably guess.

It's largely my fault.

As dad had trouble remembering our names, the weight of raising Mia fell entirely on my shoulders.

Of course, I had no idea how to raise a kid that was my same age, and in retrospect, I allowed her to get way too attached to me.

The result is what just happened.

I tried apologizing immediately after I came to my senses, but it was already too late. Luna would not open that door, and my only option was to wait it out and apologize tomorrow.

So I just went back to my room and turned my phone on.

Mia had sent me a text.

["Hey, how's luna?"]

["She's fine"] I lied

["Good to hear, what are you up to?"]

["Not much, I'm probably going to take a nap now"]

["Sure, sleep well 😘"]

I dropped my phone on my chest and gazed up at the ceiling for a second, a small smile on my face.

Huh... This is a nice feeling, isn't it?

I still can't believe what happened today. It's a shame that Luna has to leave me with blue balls, but what can you do?

Just a two hour nap, I'll wake up again to take some dinner and then go to sleep. I'll address the whole Luna situation tomorrow.

With that last thought, I closed my eyes and allowed for my mind to drift into dreams.

Andafter what seemed to me like a millisecond, I woke up once again.

Just that the sunlight outside had now disappeared, and instead the soft glow of the moon illuminated through my window.

I felt weak, hot, sweaty and more importantly very thirsty.

I looked at my phone's clock, and my heart almost fell to the floor when I saw the time.

It's almost two a.m.

Oh my god.

I had to do some school work as well, shit. Well, I guess I'll have to pull an all-nighter.

I stood up, left my room and walked down the stairs to take a glass of water before I began doing my work.

As I was in the middle of doing exactly that, someone knocking on my front door suddenly took my attention.

Who is it at this hour?

I left my glass of water on the kitchen counter and went to the door, gazing through the peephole.

Ivy?