we fucked up episode

Being under the sheets is the least of my favorite things to do, but goddamn this inverter is just too cold, and not to mention it's 4 am. Where the fuck is she?

*BEEP*

Today is the wedding day, everyone is about to witness the undying love of Makisig and Marikit for each other. But before that, a hotel door opens with the access of a key card. It was Mirasol entering Alon's room.

"What took you so long?"

"My cousins just recently slept. Why the fuck are you complaining, don't you forget who are you talking too." Mirasol replied.

Without wasting any time, Mirasol ties Alon's hands in the headboard. Today he submits to this goddess before his very eyes. He has no control in the situation nor synchronizes with her. All she does is tease him, giving the worst blue balls in all mankind, making him hungry to desire more of her body. The knots let loose, Alon is now free. He aggressively grabs her and rams her from below. Mirasol grasps for air while being thrust roughly, she tries to get a hold of her self and try not to scream, the walls may be soundproofed but her screeching fills up the quiet hall. Alon constantly hits the spot and there's nothing else to do but to give in with orgasm. The two finished and rest for a while, Mirasol does the usual and light up her cigarette.

"That can kill you, you know."

"No shit, I'm still young, I'll stop when I'll become a parent."

"We need to put a stop on this. We're gonna be siblings after this day."

"Bet, so this be the last time huh. Wanna grab breakfast?"

Mirasol squished her half-finished stick and dressed quickly, Alon did the same and clean themselves up. On the elevator, they can't stop to touch each other knowing it'll be the last time. As they went down at the hotel's restaurant, they already see Sampaguita eating at the breakfast buffet. Mirasol rushed in her and gave a hug.

"You're here early!" Said by Marisol.

"Of course I am, I'm a fucking maid of honour."

Am I in love with this woman, or my libido is just stronger than ever? It just feels like I don't want this day to be over, I just want a knack of her body, why does she get to be my sister. Why does it have to be like this, this is fucking killing me.

The sky screams as it pours its heaviest today. A wedding that's supposed to be at the top of the highest building is relocated at the ballroom. The wedding went smoothly from that, the couple gave each other the most moving wedding vows the crowd has heard. Reception is not as surprising as any other, the wedding ended and Marikit is now on her way to the month-long convention.

"Good luck out there honey. God, I'm definitely gonna miss you." Makisig sighed in distress.

"Well, you don't have too."

"Surprise buddy!"

Alon and sampaguita hand out an envelope to the newlyweds.

"Enjoy yourselves out their kids," Mirasol smirks after uttering these words.

Inside the envelope are two plane tickets and a good bundle of cash.

"You guys... You should've bothered. Where did you get this?"

"I and Mirasol took care of the ticket, and the over-the-top pocket money is of course from Sampaguita."

A day after the wedding, the couple flew-off to Ubec. Their kids decided to live in one roof, the once full of sexual desire with each other, now can't stand each other and won't quit quarreling non-stop.

"We've been over this for a week! Do not let your dishes rot in the sink, expecting me to wash it! You're a girl for christ sake." Alon furiously scolded Mirasol.

"Shit! It was one time Alon, ONE TIME! That's only the second and you're here bitching about it for hours." Replied by the irritated girl.

"I swear to god, I'll fucking hit you even if you're just a little girl.

"yeah?"

Mirasol comes near at Alon, he looks at him face-to-face.

"Do it now you little pussy. Do it or I'll hit you first." She raises her hands and threats to slap him.

Why does it feel like she's been a tick that gives me itch every time I see her. And what the fuck did I just said? I don't hit girls, I'm not like one of those motherfuckers. But this bitch is really getting into my nerves. I can't believe I'm stuck with...

In a flash, Mirasol grabs Alon's head and kissed him torridly. Alon closed his eyes and savoured the moment.

"I thought we weren't supposed to do this anymore." Alon exhales.

"Change of plans. I know we need to get this out of our system." Mirasol replies.

That was it, the itch that they can't scratch, both of them helped each other in fulfilling what's been missing. Their most passionate one yet, frames and decorations are being knocked out as they travel around the house spreading the burning passion they have.

Two weeks have passed and Mirasol is feeling fuzzy, she's late and keeps on puking every time. She took a pregnancy test and used it for the first time. Two lines is what is says. Not satisfied with the answer, she bought a bunch of test kits with different variations and brands, they all gave her the same answer. Welcome to motherhood.

I'm carrying a living person inside me. You are nothing but a pure blessing, a gift given from above, I promise to take care of you with all my life. I'll love you with all my heart, child.

Alon can't help to notice Mirasol caressing her belly.

"Why are you acting so weird?"

"I have something to tell you! We are pregnant!" Mirasol responds in enthusiasm.

"No shit, get rid of it fast." Stated by Alon without hesitation.

"I'm keeping the baby, I don't care if you don't take the responsibility."

"Fuck you, what about my choice? Every time I'll see that child when it comes, it'll hunt down my conscience, and that's fucked up."

"Wow! And what about my choice? You're not bearing the child I am! I'll be the one to decide what to do with the child."

Alon walks out the house leaving Mirasol all alone.

*SLAM*

What the fuck does she think she is? I'm not ready to be a father, she thinks she can, she doesn't even wash her dishes, fucking hell.

Alon went to the city to grab a drink and think things through. He enters a quiet bar and wallows in misery. Two people entered the bar, it was Batik and Lobo. They approached Alon that's all by himself.

"You know this establishment is for twenty-one and above only," Lobo uttered.

"Yeah, well I have cock-sucking big boy problems even you can't fix."

"Okay, let's all calm down. Tell us your problem kid, we might be able to help you know."

*GULP* *GULP*

"Man I don't understand if I'm already drunk of if both of you are just a pair of deaf motherfuckers. Oh, you guys are dating? Good luck with that. If you want to know my problem listen carefully, I'll only say it once. I CONSTANTLY FUCKED MY STEP SISTER AND NOW SHE'S PREGNANT AT AGE SIXTEEN. WHERE'S THE PROBLEM THERE YOU ASK? THE BITCH WANTS TO KEEP THE BABY ALIVE. THAT. THAT IS MY PROBLEM, YA HAPPY?!" Alon states as his eyes filled with liquid ready to fall out.

"Let me tell you a story kid. There's this one time that I too didn't want my partner to bear my child. But that child saved my life, and yours, multiple times now. I don't know what would've happened to me if I Jasmine is not with us."

"I don't think your father told you about this but, back then, your grandparents didn't want you to be born, they can't accept what your mother was. That's why they flew here and loved each other, unfortunately 'till death, and look what they raised. A fine young man that takes good care at other people."

"You see, life should not be put to waste that easily. Life is the most precious gift the world can give. And don't worry we'll be right behind you, whatever choice you make." Batik and Lobo remarks.

Alon whimpers trying to receive these pieces of information, he busts in tears and started hugging Batik. Snot comes out from his nose and into Batik's shirt. He passed out after a while and the two sent him home. As he woke up, she saw Mirasol taking care of her.

"Hey, I'm sorry for earlier. If you want to keep the baby, I'll be on full support, and we should come clean with our parents about this." Alon told as he grunts in pain with the headache he has.

A week has passed, their parents return with a smile on their faces. They embrace them in welcome, and out of nervousness, Mirasol confesses to them without hesitation.

"I'm pregnant Alon, is the father!" Mirasol dwindles in fear.

Their parents dropped their jaw, Marikit can't help but lose consciousness inside the airport.