Jackson

Jackson scrubs his teeth hastily, making faces in the bathroom mirror. He leans over the sink and spits, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth before giving them a half-assed rub clean. It's 2am and he hasn't slept a fucking wink. He's exhausted too, considering his jack off session earlier that lasted around 5 rounds because he couldn't erase the mental image of when he caught his little-sister bent over in the kitchen earlier. With a sigh, Jackson struts into his room and rolls into bed, yanking the duvet over himself. And finally, slowly, he begins to drift off to sleep, when a knock at his door makes one of his eyes crack open irritably. "Who the fuck is it?" he groans loudly, his eyes closing again briefly in frustration when sees his little sister, You, open the door and stand in the doorway meekly. Jackson squints at her, the hallway light behind her streaming into his dark room and illuminating his face. "Jesus Christ, it's nearly two in the morning. What do you want?"