Kevin and Jen were already up by the time I emerged from my bedroom.

The smell of fresh bacon filtered through my nostrils and usually the scent was enough to put a smile on my face; but not today.

I was in a depressive funk, probably suffering from Amber-withdrawal.

And this morning I listlessly worked my way through breakfast trying not to watch how happy Kevin and Jen were together.

Today was NFL football Sunday. Kevin was already wearing his favorite jersey and soon he settled onto the couch to watch the pre-game shows, his loving girlfriend right by his side. Lazy Sundays were usually my favorite day of the week. But for some reason, I couldn't get into the mood today. The final straw came when Jen slid into Kevin's lap as they started an impromptu tickle fight, giggling and laughing gaily.

I had to get out of there.

“Guys, I gotta run some errands," I stood up and announced.

“Dude, on football Sunday?" Kevin squawked.

Jen picked up on my mood a little more quickly.

“David, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I waved them off. "I'll see you later."

"You'd better be back in time for the late game!"

A minute Later I was in my car, the engine running while I idled in my parking spot. Where the hell was I going? I'd just left my best friends because I couldn't stand to see how happy they were. The obvious choice would be to meet up with Brianna. But as much as our relationship was progressing, she wasn't that kind of girlfriend to me yet, not in my depressed state. We were still dating, still learning about each other the way the early stages of relationship always are. We saw each other only a couple of times a week, every meeting filled with passion and excitement.

For the kind of comfort and affection I was seeking, someone Like

E-Beth would have been perfect. But she was gone off to her big city.

You never really know how good you had it with your college roommates until after you're not living with them anymore.

I blinked and then Looked in front of me, only now realizing that I was on the road and moving. Shit, zoned-out-driving couldn't be good for my long-term health. And then I caught sight of the streets and realized where my subconscious mind was automatically taking me. I chuckled inwardly, quite relieved. Well, I guess my brain was smarter than I was.

Five minutes later, I pulled up outside a small house with a garage and a pretty garden. This was the house that Danielle and Cherys had just recently bought together. I'd gone to my big sister, perhaps the one person who I would always be able to count on, no matter what.

It took a while for the door to open. But when it did, Danielle happily exclaimed "David!" and held her arms out to me for a hug. I stepped into her warm embrace, absolutely melting into the sensation of pure affection as she kissed my cheek softly.

When Danielle finally let me go, she stepped back and asked, “What are you doing here?"

“What? I can't visit my big sister anymore?"

Before I could react, she whacked my shoulder. "Dork." And with that, she headed back towards the living room. Cherys was on the couch, watching Food Network or some other chick-channel.

“Hey gorgeous..." I drawled.

“Morning, David," she answered brightly. Cherys was definitely dressed for a stay-at-home Sunday, with only an oversized flannel shirt and panties her attire for the day. I couldn't help but notice the way her tits pushed out at the coarse fabric.

Of course, that Line of thought made my eyes dart back to Danielle, who was wearing warm pajama pants and a cropped baby-T that showed off a fit, flat belly. In the slightly cool air, my sister's nipples were obvious dents. Not so long ago, I'd been physically intimate with both beautiful women. The memories of their naked bodies would not soon depart from my mental catalog.