Salt

And amidst the shock of what I just witnessed came her words, slurring and panting. "...And ... Women." She said.

I knew exactly what it was wasn't quite sure if I heard it right. "And women... what?" he asked her panting, completely clueless.

She giggled to his response almost ignoring is obliviousness. "Taste myself." She said. "On both, men..." she said as she raised herself back up and pulled his shirt over her head and tossed it at him. "myself and on women." She declared reached between her legs and then leaned the way she was and crossed her legs.

I could see Jake's jaw dropped to the floor. "FUCK!" he grunted. And just then, I realised I was about to cum myself. I rushed back out the back door and hit over one of the in-house plants. And even before I reached the door.

"Mom!?" announced Cindy.

"What the fuck are you doing?" asked Jake.

"I wanna know who it was, Mom or my brother." She said. Even as I was at the door, I could still hear their voices crystal clear. It almost echoed through the kitchen and the living room.

"I hope it's your brother." Said Jake, adding more shock to the mixture of feelings I was experiencing. "And put some clothes on." He said. "It's bad enough he knows we're fucking, I don't want him to catch us in the act." He said.

"FUCK!" I grunted.

I headed downstairs to the basement and grabbed a bunch of tissue to clean myself off before I headed back up. "It's me." I announced and came into view. I saw her standing beside Jake with a glass of juice in both their hands. She had on an old long sweater which either somehow got big for her or she happen to have shrunk.

Anyways hearing them speak, gave a tiny boost of confidence, something which I've always worked real hard to muster, but somehow came naturally now. I didn't feel the need to hide away from the little affair anymore. I knew I could speak freely with them, or maybe even investigate.

As messy as my situation was I was wondering where the sweater came from. "Hey." Said Cindy and Jake almost in unison, trying their least to seem obvious. "Where's Mitch?" he asked.

"I don't know, why don't, you go find him." I snapped. Cindy almost ignored me, but giggled to my response and headed back up the stairs, I couldn't help but watched her perky butt bounce on under the sweater as she headed up. I was so disgusted of myself for being there, witnessing that and worse jerking off to it. And to top it off gawking at her panty clad butt as she headed up.

I wasn't sure if he was waiting for her to leave but she was gone a bit before he responded, "I would but I'm gonna be a little busy with you sister." And in came a chuckle

I wasn't fully dazed from the salt. Deep down I wanted to pin him to the floor and punch his face right off. But for some reason I couldn't help but chuckled along. It was like I wasn't control of my actions. I wondered if this was what I did when I was completely under the salt.

We moved to the couch and cracked open a beer like we were some kind of jocks before Mitch came over. I couldn't recognize myself. How the hell was I even doing this? I should be losing my shit and yet here I was laughing with the guys who had just fucked my sister.

Soon Cindy came and joined us. She sat right next Jake, wearing the tiny shorts like she did every night and a tiny vest and shared his beer. It almost seemed like they were a couple. Every second of being there annoyed me. And just to make things worse, she tossed her legs over his lap. Jake kept whispering into her ears and she went on about giggling to his words. Jake was getting pretty handsy as his fingers trailed all over along her legs.

Soon Mitch joined in on the conversation and the casual flirting went on a while when my phone went off. It was mom. And it wasn't until she called I noticed it was around 6 and she still wasn't home yet. She asked me come over to the super market and also bring the town mechanic up there because something was up with her car. I was so annoyed by everything that was going on in front of me, I had to take whatever the chance I had to leave.

And just as I announced the news. Jake being the smug asshole as always, "Well, I guess mommy needs her little boy. Go get her momma's boy." He said and laughed.

And along laughed Cindy before she got off him and smacked him in the head. "Careful there, kid. That's my mom and brother you're talking about." She said, defending her family. I was a little relieved hearing her call him 'kid' and by the sisterly gesture, only to be disappointed almost instantly.

Jake grabbed her by the waist and pulled over the back of the couch where she stood then and pulled her over him and laid over. "Don't care, sexy." He said and did something to which I noticed the entire long couch jerk a little as Cindy's squeal and giggled filled the living room. Being all the way in the back, I clearly couldn't see them and glad I couldn't. I didn't want to have a boner leaving the house. "As long as this butt's here with me for the holiday, nothing matters." He said and then the laughing and giggling continued and so did the shaking of the couch.

When the hell did Jake get this confident? I thought. I could see Mitch was just as uncomfortable and waved him over. He was happy to leave. As soon as we stepped out, I called the mechanic and told him about the situation. He said he was already heading up to the supermarket and will look into it.

"I see that you're not fully under." Said Mitch.

"You can tell?" I asked him.

"Dude, I'm the only one among us who's had a full memory of all this for most days, since we started this shit."

"How can you tell?"

"I don't know. It's just in the way you guys interact, I guess." He said, "I noticed it first when Jake announced meeting back at your place, this morning. And then again, now a while back when your sister joined in."

I knew there was no point hiding it from Mitch any more. "Alright fuck it. I caught Jake sneaking over to my sisters last night."

"I know, I'm the one who helped him up the wall." Said Mitch.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Dude, I'm sorry. But when this happens while we're under the salt, you're absolutely fine with it. And somehow Cindy was really into Jake. And as shocked as I was how she was more into him, out of the two of us, I couldn't say no. It was still something I'd do if it was any other gal." He said.

"But, my sister?"

"Well look at it this way. How does anything change? Your sister's the only thing that makes any changes in his life. He's still the comical idiot out of the three of us. And plus, it doesn't seem like its serious anyways. You're sister probably looks at him like a hobby she can do for the holiday." He chuckled.

"But still..." I tried to intrude but was too emotional to say anything anyways.

"Dude, don't over think it." He said, "Even if things does get out of hand. Knowing Jake, it's pretty obvious, he's not gonna keep it straight. He'd probably think, now that he's had someone who as hot as your sister, he probably has what it takes to get hotter chicks." He chuckled, "Which we know would end up bad, anyways. So, calm the fuck down."

"I don't know what it is, but that thing? The salt? Is somehow making Jake sexy. You, wiser. And me, I don't know what it is making me feel. But it's apparently what I want."

"I guess you're right. But as far as I know from everything that I've seen so far since we started it off, I think it's got something to do with letting the users to live out their fantasies."

"I guess you're right." I shrugged and walked along with him, making small talks when we finally reached the supermarket.

Even before we reached the place, we could hear both my mom and Nick's voices laughing out into the open sky. When we finally reached the place, we found mom's car on the empty parking lot. It was unusual for the supermarket to be this empty, this early. But then again it was.

The mechanic had the upper half of his body buried into the front of the car. My mom and Nick were against the door chatting and laughing.

Mom waved us over and asked us to take the fresh stock back home and said that she'd bring the rest when the car is ready.

"But, you're at the supermarket." I said. "Can't you just keep it in there?" I asked her.

"Yeah, well that's what I suggested." Said Nick, "But she said the chicken's been out for a while now and she wanted to the get the cooking started." He shrugged.

"OK then, come on, lets go." I said.

"Why don't you go on and take them home. I'll come by as soon as the car is done." She said.

"OK, so I'm guessing you want me to get the cooking started?"

"That'd be great, hun." She said turned to Nick almost immediately.

Mom was quite the flirt, and Nick was someone she's been more openly flirty with since they've known each other the longest.

"Dude." Said Mitch.

"Shut up." I snapped, I knew exactly what he had in mind seeing mom so flirty with Nick.

"Dude, but..."

"I said shut up." I snapped again and headed back home in silence.

But soon after we left we saw mom's car driving past us. It wasn't mom but the mechanic. We assumed that the car had to be taken to the garage and Nick and mom might come by any minute to pick us up on their way home.

I could feel the gentle daze of the salt wearing off. I didn't know if it was the cold wind or if it was time, but I was off. Mitch helped me with the things up to my door and left to go home. I didn't realise it almost 7:30 we've been walking around for way over an hour. I made it home and could hear my sister wailing and the sound of the bed hitting against the wall. I scuffed and dragged the bags into the kitchen.

I got the chicken started shoved it into the oven when I heard the laughing and giggling down the stair ways. Cindy came down running in a different shirt that fell down to her upper thigh. She stopped startled by me just a couple of feet away from the stair case. And just before then followed Jake as came pressing himself on her with his hands on her ass cupping and squeezing them. She slapped him off giggling and headed straight to the couch.

"What the fuck?" I said glaring at Jake.

"Sorry." He shrugged.

"What if it was my mom?" I asked as he walked away from me.

He didn't bother responding and the shrugged and jumped over the couch and went on about with Cindy. With the chicken and the rest of the stuff cook, I announced the situation to Cindy and headed upstairs. I didn't want to be around them any much as they wanted me around there.

I couldn't help but be annoyed by how close Cindy and Jake were. And just then I remember what I should be doing instead of what I was. I snuck mid-way down the stairs and made sure they weren't coming up.

Cindy and Jake were on the couch spooning and groping each other as they giggled and watched TV. It surprised me why Cindy would even let someone like Jake to have sex with her.

I headed back upstairs and snuck into Cindy's room. I looked around and couldn't find any. I desperately wanted to find something but not even a tiny bit.

Just then the cook went off. I snuck back down half way and saw Cindy heading over to the kitchen. And obviously Jake followed. He held himself sticking onto her almost always, and for some reason, she liked it.

I ran back up and continued my search for about a few more minutes before I heard their voices getting closer.

I rushed out and into my room, and just as I heard their voices up in the hall way, I headed out. The two of them awkwardly stepped into her room and I headed straight downstairs. To the living room to see if there weren't any traces of it.

Then the sounds started off again. The banging on the wall and her moaning and squealing. I scuffed and poured in a glass of juice trying my best to ignore the sounds. I turned on the music in the living room but it didn't help. I turned on the TV to some action movie on the cable and it still didn't help. The only thing I can do to cancel the noises is to get my earphones. But to my dismay, my earphones were in my room. I had to pass her bedroom to get there.

I headed up and the light in the hallways wasn't turned on. And neither was the light in her room. As I snuck closer, I noticed the door was ajar. I could see their silhouettes from the light through the window. Cindy was riding him. But not like thing I've seen in the movies with elegance and grace, she was all over him. She was riding him hard. I had no idea that a woman could fuck a guy hard enough to rock the bed until now. Watching that was surreal.

Soon before I got around to get to my room, I was on my bed with the images of the naked silhouettes of her breasts bouncing. I had my pants around my ankle and went at it cumming the hardest I've ever had.

I laid reminiscing the memory when I heard the door. I thought mom was home but it was just Jake leaving. I wanted to talk to her so bad on why she was doing this, but then again. I didn't want to talk about it and annoy her into continue doing just to fuck with me. So as difficult as it was, I just let it go.

I headed back down and found her in the kitchen drinking her juice. She had this grin on her face that just disgusted me. She was wearing different clothes again. That's literally the third pair of clothes I'm seeing her in. And that's just the evening, since I got home. What was she doing?

I checked the door and got back to the kitchen and poured myself a glass. I didn't bother talking to her and just headed back to the couch. I began surfing the channels on the TV and soon she joined me.

She had on the same kinda short and shirt like she did every night. "I can see that this is very uncomfortable for you." She said.

"Ya think?" I snapped.

"Well, you didn't seem to have any problem until today." She snapped back almost annoyed at my annoyance. She sat folding her arms up high and her feet crossed over the coffee table. "I guess your conscience suddenly grew out of nowhere, huh!" she said.

"Well, at least I'm growing one. You don't seem to be bothered that I'm even around." I snapped, I was getting so emotional, I was literally getting ahead of myself and I knew this had its consequences but I couldn't help but rant out. "You're all over him, like he's you boyfriend or something."

"Maybe he is?" she snapped back angrily, "Why does that bother you."

"Coz you're my sister. And he's one of my best friends." I yelled.

"Yeah." She muttered, "Where was that thought the last couple of days? When you were hanging around the whole thing like none of it mattered?"

I was left speechless, coz I was under the fucking salt. I couldn't tell her that. And she can't really know that, that's why Jake's even seem this attractive to her. I grit my teeth and held back the anger. "God! You've changed so much in the last year." I said, mustering under my breath.

"Pfft..." she scuffed, "You're the one to talk." She said.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"You've been acting weird since the day I came over. I didn't want to bring it up, but you were even hitting on me when you first saw me." She said.

"I was not." I said, sternly.

"I was only flirting with Jake to annoy you at first but then one thing led to another and here we are." She said like it meant nothing. "Which even you until, now had no problem with."

I was left speechless again.

"What's gotten into you?" she scuffed and turned to the TV. "I spent one year away from home and you're an entirely different guy."

"Pfft... You're the one to talk." I said.

"OK, now what does that supposed to mean?" she asked with a stern face.

"Look at you." I said.

I noticed she felt a little self-conscious when I said that but my intentions were different. "Have you even dressed this way a year ago?" I asked trying to calm down. "You've always been in clothes that showed nothing more than your face, fingers and toes. And now look at you." I said.

I can see that she was growing weary of my words. And I was coming off as little shaming talking to her that way. "You've changed so much in the last year." I continued, "Even Nick was flirting with you, when mom invited him for dinner yesterday. You went from a boring nobody to a super-hot chick that draws ever guy she's around." I confessed.

"You think I'm hot?" she asked almost innocently.

"I know its gross coming from me, but come on." I said, "Look at you. You're incredible." I said, and even as said it I couldn't believe I was talking this way to my own sister. How the hell the arguing conversation took turn to this, I wondered. "I was probably flirting with you the first day, because I couldn't believe how sexy you looked. And seeing every other guy's eyes on you, I couldn't help it." I confessed, and as I said that, the memory came back to me. "Seeing you in the tiny skirt and the tight sweater, made me question reality." What was I saying, "And when you hugged mom the way your butt pouted out just killed me." Holy fuck, what was I saying. She looked confused and a bit dazed. She had a kind of a similar look on her face. A look I remember seeing when Jake was around.

How the hell was I saying these things? Why was I saying these things? Was I under the salt again? What was happening to me, was I under the salt somehow? I wondered and then my eyes went to the large glass of juice on the table. FUCK.

Did Jake have it mixed in the juice? Did I do it? What was happening? I almost couldn't breath and needed to leave.

She was exposed to the salt just as much as I was. Well not as much given I had taken a different does that morning with Jake and Mitch. And then it hit me again. Jake. She's been with Jake all day. She's been drinking the juice a lot more, since. FUCK.

I knew that this was probably as confusing for her as much as it was for me at first. But I needed to get out of this somehow. Who knows what was going through her mind. I grabbed the drink and headed back to the kitchen and just as I did I saw her sipping on hers. I wanted to stop her but I couldn't think of a proper reason to do it. I grunted to myself and poured the rest of the drink in the sink and watched her.

Cindy sat on the couch composing her thoughts. It was clear she was thinking things through and also sipping on the drink. I needed to get her off of it. But I can't just grab the glass from her. Watching her I realized, as she was sipping on the drink, the salt was messing with her mind and body. Everything that was happening felt so out of line.

I headed straight upstairs, to grab my earphone. I kept mustering and kicking myself at being the way I was with her. She's been under the salt just as much as I was and she was probably just as confused. She was probably just as into me as I was into her.

I'd hate to admit it but seeing her so different from the way she was and the effect of whatever the salt was drawing me to her very aggressively. I couldn't tell whether if it was just the drug or my actual feelings for her. But it felt real. Did it feel real because of the salt? I don't know. But it was weird not acknowledging it.

I stuck my head out the window for some fresh air for a while before I stepped out. I saw her stepping into hers and I turned away awkwardly. When I passed by her room, she called me in. I knew I had to leave because if I did go in? I would say something I shouldn't say and she would probably also would do the same. And given the situation something might happen that both of us might regret waking up to the next morning. I didn't want to do anything that I wouldn't sober with her. So I just peeked in. The image of watching her breasts bouncing from earlier came rushing back. I was losing myself again. But couldn't do anything about it. "Yes?" I said.