Home For The Weekend

She’s only home for the weekend.

Three months at college was supposed to kill it — the filthy dreams, the way her cunt clenches every time she thinks of her little brother, the guilt that still floods her every time she comes.

It didn’t.

The second she walks through the door, the house feels charged. He looks at her like he always has. She looks at him like she finally stopped lying.

One careless compliment.

One stolen glance that lasts too long.

And she stops running.

The boy who used to crawl into her bed during thunderstorms is about to learn exactly how far his older sister is willing to go when the house is empty and she decides she’s done pretending.

Four days.

One house.

No more mercy.

Some homecomings change you.

This one ruins you.