Ruth's Terrible Morning

Ruth woke up to the sound of moaning from behind the wall.

"Not again!" she thought, exhaling heavily, and buried her face in the pillow. She immediately understood that her sister was having sex right at that moment. Yesterday, when Ruth came back after her shift — she worked as a barista at a coffee shop, closing up after midnight — she had collapsed into bed exhausted. She hadn't expected such a betrayal from her sister today! Her moans and cries were so loud that, damn it, the neighbors must have heard it too. Ruth felt embarrassed. She pulled the blanket over her head — but it was useless; it only made things worse. Ruth involuntarily froze, imagining… No. She shouldn't be imagining that.

"Damn it, she's doing it on purpose!"

Ruth felt around with her feet for her slippers and shuffled to the kitchen, mentally shutting herself off from all of it.

As she passed by the door of her sister Lexa's room, she froze, hearing something like:

— Yes, yes,.. bitch, fuck! holy fuck, bitch... I'm coming! fuck... holy shit.

Suddenly, everything went quiet, and a long, nasal, unmistakably male moan hit her ears, as if the guy had a clothespin on his nose. Ruth was simply disgusted — it was the most repulsive thing she had ever heard. She had never even imagined that guys could make sounds like that when they are finishing. She was in shock. She was still a virgin.

Ruth wanted to brew some tea, but her mood was absolutely fucking terrible. As if someone had thoroughly, generously shit right into her ears.

She might have stood there staring blankly at the kettle forever — until the door at the end of the hallway opened and something human-like rushed out. Hunched over, utterly shameless, Lexa hobbled naked to the bathroom in the wildest, almost frightening pose: one hand sliding along the wall, weight resting on the edge of its foot, the other hand covering its vagina. Gurgling sounds came from her belly.

Ruth put the kettle on the stove anyway. About ten minutes later, Lexa appeared in a pink bathrobe — once again the familiar sister she knew.

"Make me some tea too," Lexa said, sitting down at the table and gathering her hair into a ponytail. Then she pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it.

Ruth crossed her arms over her chest and looked at her sister reproachfully.

"What about Christopher??! He's in the army right now!!!" Ruth couldn't hold back anymore. Lexa, as usual, was staring at her phone.

Ruth was talking about the guy she knew, the one Lexa had been dating for two years and had promised she would wait for.

"Ruth, sweetie, but I want... I need sex. I can't abstain. Besides, I love handsome, sexy guys."

Ruth was shocked by her response.

"Anyway, bring me some tea to my room... and hurry up, I have laser at 2 o'clock, I still need to shave my pussy."

Ruth stood motionless for another minute, like a mannequin.