Author's note: This is the first chapter of a much longer story. It contains a lot of background information for characters that do not factor in until later chapters.
Looking back, I realize how fortunate I was to be the outsider of the family. I would not have said that growing up though. You see, I come from a family of extremes social climbing obsessed people, and I was not.
As a kid I just didn't fit in. I always felt out of place and didn't have any friends. I was not interested in sports, and my hobbies were all of the solitary nature.
My dad used to say there was no way a boy like me could be his kid, and that my mother must have cheated on him to produce me. Things like that alienated me from my father and cultivated a strong sense of hatred towards him from a young age.
My name is Tom, but no one in my family really used it, they just called me fatty. The real kicker that isolated me the most was that of my parent’s five children, I was the youngest and the only one without a twin.
In contrast my father, Rick or Richard Brooks V, at the beginning of this story, was a 44-year-old who looked 34, 6 foot tall, classically handsome guy from old money. He still had a full head of dark brown hair and blue eyes and an athletic body from daily workouts and cardio.
With looks like his, he could have easily been an A list actor, but instead he worked at my grandfather’s real estate holding company, which was built by my great great grandfather and basically ran itself. My Grandfather, Richard IV, who everyone calls Dick, looked much younger than his 73 years, more like he looked in his 50’s, but had silver hair.
For my grandfather and father, it was not really work, they paid people to run things, it was more of spending time at the country club and having “business” meetings over drinks. My Grandfather ignored me entirely, while at the same time he regularly met with my siblings for dinner and was an active participant in their lives.
He seemed obsessed with the image the family projected to the world. He was the family patriarch and had control over all the money and assets, so even my father made sure not to cross him. That Dad feared him made me fear him even more than anyone, and I began to see him as the monster the monsters were afraid of though he had never so much as spoke to me before.
Luckily for me, I was only around my grandfather on holidays at his home, and he never visited ours, preferring to summon family members to him when he wanted to see them. My father was rarely home, preferring to spend time at the country club, traveling, or at nightclubs and casinos. In a way it was like he only stopped by occasionally to keep up the pretense that he lived with his family, but he really did not.
My Grandmother had died shortly before I was born, and my grandfather never remarried, which I found odd considering his looks and his wealth. I often wondered if he was different before her death, that losing her was the reason he was so cold.
My mother, Allison was 38 but did not look a day older than 30. She is petite, at only 5’7’’ but has a great set of 34 D breasts and a nice firm bubble butt. She has long blonde hair that goes to just above the small of her back and flawless skin that she keeps perfectly tan year-round.
For me though, her most beautiful feature is her face, with pink full lips that are the textbook definition of DSLs, beautiful and bright blue eyes, all set symmetrically. When she was young, she, and her fraternal twin sister were both gymnasts, but gave it up when they both got married.
When she was 18 she met my father at a nightclub, and ended up pregnant. For appearance’s sake, my grandfather made my father marry her pretty much immediately, with the threat of disinheriting him to back it up, which my mother didn’t mind, because she was looking to trap my father so she could marry into money.
My Mother was very maternal with my siblings, and even my cousins, but with me she always treated me as a disappointment. She never engaged actively with verbal abuse and ridicule, but when she looked at me, I could see a sense of shame and disappointment in her eyes.
She never showed the type of affection for me, with hugs and kisses, and never spoke about me with pride for my accomplishments like she did with my sisters and brother. To her they could do no wrong, and I just was wrong. This is always what hurt the most growing up, the sense that my mother didn’t love me.
The only physical differences between my mother and my Aunt Jennifer, her fraternal twin sister, is that my aunt has blood red hair, slightly bigger breasts at 36 DD, has alabaster skin and does not tan, and is 5’9”. She was dating Chris, my father’s best friend, for lack of a better term as he was more like his minion, when my mother got pregnant.
As they generally do things at the same time, she got pregnant by Chris, and they married as well. My father always called Chris, Chrissy, and sometimes Chrissy the Sissy, and Chrissy is definitely a beta male. Chrissy works for the family business, and actual runs the company. Everyone treats him like crap, either like a slave, or like a dog, and he continues to try to please them.
I would have felt sorry for him had he not treated me worse than they treated him, but I guess since I was the only one lower than him in the family hierarchy, he let out his frustrations on me. Aunt Jennifer was clearly the dominant one in their marriage, and Chrissy just lapped up the abuse.
She constantly belittled him about how she had to work as a bartender to keep them afloat, which for some reason she never showed any resentment over this to my father who could clearly pay him more if he wanted. She treated me about the same, but mostly she ignored my existence.
My oldest siblings are identical twins Kathryn and Katrina, 20 years old and they could almost be said to be younger versions of Mom except shorter at 5’6” and C cup breasts. Kathryn plays soccer at university, and Katrina is a cheerleader there as well. Both have modelling contracts as well, not they need the money, they do it for the status.
Kathryn has this whole, my body is a temple thing, so she doesn’t drink, use drugs, or eat anything except fruits and vegetables, but Katrina is best described as a party girl, a big fan of drinking, cocaine, and MDMA. Despite their differences, they are thick as thieves though, and delighted at torturing me when we were in school together.
Kathryn specifically was the worst; she is the reason all my troubles at school began in kindergarten. She was a second grader and told everyone I was a bed wetter (I wet the bed until I was 8 probably from the emotional abuse I took at home from my family for as long as I remember). She even coined the nickname that stuck with me, BWF, Bed Wetter Fatty.
My other siblings, Richard VI, who everyone calls Ricky and Alana, are 19 but are Seniors in high school with me. Ricky was always my chief tormentor, because as cruel as Dad was to me, he was rarely around, whereas Ricky always was and made a sport out of humiliating and degrading me.
Think of the stereotypical starting Quarterback with blond hair and blue eyes standing at 6’0” with a lean but muscular frame and that’s Ricky. Also think of the meanest bully you can imagine, because that’s him. He enjoys humiliating and hurting people, and not just me. He even does it to his “friends” like starting wide receiver and Alana’s boyfriend Jimmy.
At the top of the high school food chain he sits, with Abby also 19, his “Queen.” Abby, at 5’8”, with her 34 DD breasts, perfect ass, long wavy auburn hair, and green eyes, is the hottest and most popular girl in school. It isn’t just her looks, it is that and the way she oozed sexual energy and charisma. She is also cruel to me for no reason I could gather.
