Awkward Interest

Jacob looks at his family and he knows that he hates them -  they are skinny, awful looking, and he wants to blame them for being wrecks.  Jacob lights a cigarette as his wife Anne scolds him.

"Don't smoke at the table;"  she declares.

Jacob smokes and she hangs her head to sulk about it.

"What are you going to do to me?"  asks Jacob as he raises his brows.  "Have another kid?"

His three kids Marge, Patricia, and Lachlan, gasp in unison.

"Are you going to have another child?"  they question Anne who narrows her eyes as she sips on her wine.

No likely;"  declares Anne who shakes her head.  "I don't want any more kids;"  she tells the table while glaring at Jacob who scowls before he stands.

"Ill smoke outside then;"  he tells the table before he leaves.


Outside there is very little traffic and Jacob feels at home.  He likes the quiet -  it is peacful, restive, in subdue to his thoughts; he can feel good without even having to ask for it and it makes his sour temper retract.

"I like the night;"  he mutters before a light flicks on the bedroom next to the front door.  "Kids are no longer at the table;"  he mutters before he re-enters the house to take another look at Anne.


In the kitchen Anne is at the sink slumbering inside of her head.  She wants to cry -  however her mood has not yet lapsed, and so she sniffs a vacant sniff as though there should be tears but there are none. 

"So you want to sleep with me?"  asks Jacob as he stares at Anne's stiff  shoulders.

"No I do not!"  tells Anne as she grows more rigid.  "Leave me alone to wash the dishes;"  she tells.

"Okay;"  mutters Jacob before he scowls.  "Want to go on a date after?  I know this place..."  he drawls.

"No I do not!"  tells Anne as though tempered.  "Leave me alone to think;"  she tells.

"Okay;"  mutters Jake as he shrugs.  "I may as well go and see what the kids are doing;"  he adds.

"Homework;"  tells Anne as Jacob leaves. 


Jacob walks up the hall and checks on Patricia and Lachlan who sit at their study-desk drawing.  Jacob enters the room and looks at the drawings -  they are awful scrawls which say nothing about talent and everything about procrastination.  Jacob scowls as he feels his blood bubble.

"You two can do better then that!"  he tells before he picks up a book and places it in-between them.  "Here, copy this;" 

The two nod and look at the picture of a gorilla.  Lachlan picks up some coloured pencils and begins to shade while Patricia tears a portion of paper out from a book to place onto the picture. 

"You can shade after you sketch that outline;"  tells Jacob.  "I'll be back later to check on who has more talent;"  he adds.


Jacob leaves the room and walks down the way he has come.  He meets Marge's room and he begins to grow itches.  She has grown up in the past few months and her figure is more mature -  he wants to do something to her to let her know he notices but he doesn't want to be too dirty about it. 

Jacob enters the room and he sees Marge at her table reading a book.  Marge looks to Jacob and she smiles -  he can see she is nervous and he knows it is because he is a man and not a woman.  She has grown stiff over being a young woman and has called him a germ with a disease and moved to scrape him away at glance.  Jacob wants to feud with Marge, however he doesn't want her to know and so he calmly locks the door before he stands to glare at Marge.

"How's it going?"  he asks as one who already wants to hunt.

"Fine;"  tells Marge as she glares at him for a long time.  "How are you?"  he asks.

"Fine;"  tells Jacob as he stands still.  "I had my cigarette;"  he adds.

"I noticed;"  tells Marge as she raies her brows.  "Can I have one?"  she asks.

"You?"  asks Jacob as he raies his brows.  "You can't buy them don't ask for them;"  he tells.

"Okay;"  mutters Marge as she shrugs.  "Why are you here?"  she questions.

"To see you;"  tells Jacob as he glares at Marge. 

Marge smiles and runs a finger through her hair -  she looks nice, however the finger makes her hair messy and a strand falls onto her face. 

"You look like a tramp;"  drawls Jacob as he glares.  "How about we have some fun?"  he asks.

Marge drops her smile and she clears her throat -  she doesn't know what to say, only she knows what she doesn't want to say which is 'okay'.  Marge fingers her book and closes it as Jacob continues to scowl at her image -  she wants the attention to go away however it hovers and she feels foolish.

"I have a boyfriend;"  she mutters as she feels her face blush.

"I didn't know that;"  tells Jacob as he glares at Marge.  "I don't want to know it right now -  let's just be alone;"  he tells.

Marge shifts in her chair and she stares at Jacob once again.  Her energy has been made flustered and she feels as though she has been shaken. 

"What do you want?"  she asks as she glares at Jacob who seems to be a quiet enemy. 

"I want to see you;"  tells Jacob as he smiles and picks his mobile phone out of his pocket.  "I want to see you take off your clothes so I know what you are;"  he tells as he presses record on the video function.

Marge shrugs as she clears her throat.  She immediately knows that Jacob is being naughty, however she wants to adventure his naughty side and so she carefully picks her clothes apart portion by portion until they lay on the floor.  Jacob films Marge's physical body as his blood spurts with energy - sweat falls down his spine and he enjoys the sensation. 

"Can you do carpet splits?"  asks Jacob as he glares at Marge.

"Of course!  I am a cheer leader!"  tells Marge before she moves to the middle of the room to do a split.

Marge feels a string in her thigh pop as she performs the splits, however she ignores the pain and she smiles as she looks at Jacob from the carpet.  Marge feels her nerves tighten as she glares at Jacob and his straight stare -  he stands smiling, and she wishes she had the nerve to offer herself to him.  She has never had so much attention heaped onto her and she enjoys it; the idea of inscest springs into her mind and she wonders if she would like to do it, sleep with him? 

"I wouldn't mind another me;"  she thinks as she lays herseld down onto the carpet.  "I just wish I wasn't a virgin;"  she adds before she touches her breasts to try and gain Jacob's full attention. 

"You are one of a kind;"  mutters Jacob as he smiles and moves to the side to pick up a ruler.  "But you are being naughty with those fingers;"  he adds before he heads to Marge and leans over her.  "Keep it up I'll give you a spanking;"  he whispers in threat.

"I'm sorry;"  tells Marge as she shrinks inside of her skin.  "I thought you wanted a lay, I was trying to be sexy;"  she adds as she feels crawls on every goosebump.

"I was just checking your body for anything abnormal;"  mutters Jacob before he turns off the camera.  "Now that I know I will leave you;"  he mutters before he turns and leaves the room.


Jacob feels his body sweat under his skin as his heart pumps hard inside of its cage.  Anne looks at Jacob and sees he is about to have some kind of fit so she walks past him in a hurry to tend to the laundry.  Jacob waves to Anne inside of his mind as his blood pops and sputters -  he knows he wants to storm back into that room and lay Marge, however he knows he won't.  So Jacob moves to the television room to watch television until he is asleep -  when he wakes it is one am and it is time to move to the bedroom for a decent nights sleep.

Jacob walks down the hall and he stops at Marge's door.  He opens the door and turns on the light -  she is asleep and tucked safely under a blanket.  Jacob shrugs and moves towards Marge as she sleeps and he lets down the blanket carefully. 

"What's this?"  he asks as he sees a white night-dress. 

Jacob pokes at the dress and Marge wakes up from her sleep.  Marge smiles at Jacob as he looks to her and she mutters a quiet sound as he bothers to rub her breasts which are safely tucked under the bed-dress.

"What do you want?"  asks Marge as she feels the tender squeezes. 

"I  don't know;"  mutters Jacob as he feels his gut turn sour over the idea of giving her a lay.  "Maybe just a kiss goodnight;"  he adds before he leans over and offers her brow a kiss.

Marge blushes as Jacob's lips stay on her brow for a time longer then normal -  she wants to open her legs and let him inside, but she doesn't move; only Jacob moves as he backs away to leave.


Outside the door Jacob feels hot once again and he moves to his own bedroom.  With heat on his brow he gives Anne a hot lay as she remains asleep -  she doesn't know it but he has enough squirt to fill her, and so he does fill her until he feels drained.

"That's it, I am going to sleep;"  tells Jacob as he sighs.  "Tomorrow I will wake up clean;"  he promises before he goes to sleep.