"Jade, are you ready yet? We don't have all day, you know!" I shout up the stairs at my bratty little sister as I resume my impatient pacing around the living room of our childhood home where she still resides with our father, who is currently out running errands in town.
"Why don't you suck my ass, Michael? I'll be ready when I'm ready." she snaps back at me, her uppity, high-pitched voice raking at my already frayed nerves.
My asshole sister and I have been invited to a special occasion -one of my close friends from high school, Abby, is having a baby shower in celebration of her unborn child. The fact that she invited me -the only male who would be present- was a serious honor and a clear statement of our intimate relationship. Not sexually intimate, to be completely clear, but, emotionally and psychologically intimate. We knew everything about one another, always knowing exactly what to say to make the other smile or laugh or just feel a little bit better.
She used to babysit Jade when she was still in diapers. And whenever Jade would get smart with her later on, she would shoot back some snide remark about changing her nasty pampers, which would effectively shut her up. This was always very amusing to me as I knew how hard it was to silence the little bitch.
Sadly, when Abby's mother passed away when she was seventeen, she had to move away with her father and older sister, Amber. I was only twenty at the time. In this time period, we lost contact with each other and only began talking to each other again three years later. She admitted to me that her father started abusing her sexually the day after her eighteenth birthday and had been in a consensual sexual relationship with Amber since she was nineteen. She pleaded with me to let her stay with me and I agreed because I truly cared about her well-being. She stayed with me for a total of four years before she found a great job as a fashion designer in New York City. Now, ten years later, she's married to a great guy and pregnant with his child -what she always wanted.
I'm excited about the event as I haven't seen her in over three months and want to catch up with her about everything.
If only Jade would get her ass downstairs.
"Goddamnit, Jade! Get the fuck down here before I come up there and kick your ass!" I practically scream at her, my face red with anger.
"Ooh, I'm shaking in my fucking boots!"
"I'm warning you, Jade."
"What are you gonna do -spank me?" she mocks me, infuriating me even further.
"Don't tempt me, bitch."
"I'd love to see you try that, Michael. I really would."
Anger reaching it's boiling point, I stomp up the stairs to find her sitting in her room in front of her vanity, meticulously fixing her make-up. She smirks at me as I enter, completely undaunted by my angry presence. Her tight ebony ringlets are tied into an elaborate bun at the top of her head, held together by a few bobby pins and a scarlet scrunchie, a tendril or two framing her admittedly beautiful, heart-shaped face. Said face is deftly decorated with blood red lipstick on her pouty, bee-stung lips, smoky mascara and silver-grey eyeliner outlining her cat-like heterochromic eyes, sparkling emerald and intense silver-indigo. The small beauty mark near her lower lip accenting her mysterious allure as it falls black against pallid ivory flesh.
Just looking at her face could get me hard, though I would never admit that to her. Her ego is already much too big to stand. No need to expand it any further.
