One would think that once you turn 18, you’ll be treated as an adult, that is to say with respect and consideration. Unfortunately, that memo never reached Mrs Gibbons, and therefor she continued to treat Jonathan as if he was 8 years old. She must be the only parent who refused to trust her grown-up son to look after himself and their house while she was abroad! And as if it wasn’t bad enough that she had decided that he was too young to be house-sitting, she had also, again without bothering to ask for his opinion, arranged with Mrs Clegden, her good friend from the Merry Widows Club, that Jonathan would stay with her and her daughter while his mother was away. Jonathan had nothing against Mrs Clegden, who was a jolly fat woman. But her daughter Joanna… She was 2 years older than Jonathan, and he had always been afraid of her as a child.Their mothers had cheerfully insisted that they should play together, which usually ended up with Joanna pinning him to the ground and tickling him. Then again, they were much older now. He was 18 and Joanna 20. She must have matured by now… he hoped.
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“Hiya, midget! So, you’re gonna live with us while mommy’s away? Hope you brought your teddybear!”
OK, that destroyed all his hopes of Joanna having matured. She was still a nasty bully – although a very curvy bully. She was tall and muscular, with wide hips, a slim waist, and very big breasts. Her strawberry blond hair was cut short, but other than that, she looked just like the loud-mouthed girl that had tormented him when he was a child.
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Living with the Clegdens turned out to be everything Jonathan had dreaded. Mrs Clegden was a nice woman, but she was totally blind and deaf when it came to her daughter, and interpreted all of Joanna’s taunts and nookies as playful, harmless fun.
“Joanna’s always been fond of you,” she confided in Jonathan after dinner that first night. “You’re like the little brother she never had!”
Jonathan thanked God that he wasn’t Joanna’s little brother for real. Putting up with her comments about his height and weight – he was short and skinny – and lack of muscles was a pain, but atleast he’d only stay there for a month, and then he’d never have to see her again. He kept out of the house as much as possible, and hung out in the library or at the local Internet café. When he was home, he stuck to Mrs Clegden as much as he could. Atleast then Joanna kept her act down to a minimum.
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“Any plans for tonight, kids?” said Mrs Clegden.
“I’m going to the gym with Sarah,” said Joanna. “Wanna tag along, midget? Might actually put some muscles on those spaghetti strings!”
“Wouldn’t that be nice?” said Mrs Clegden. “It would give you a chance to meet Joanna’s friends, too!”
“Eh… no thanks,” said Jonathan. “It sounds like fun, but… a friend of mine recommended this film that’s gonna be on TV tonight…”
“YOU’ve got FRIENDS?” said Joanna. “Can other people see them too, or are they invisible?”
“Oh, what a pity!” said Mrs Clegden. I’m going to my friend Julia’s house tonight, for her 50th birthday. You’ll be all alone then, Jonathan!”
“It’s OK,” said Jonathan. “I’m just going to watch TV and turn in early. I’ll be fine.”
“Well, if you’re sure, dear…” said Mrs Clegden.
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Jonathan couldn’t believe his luck. He was all alone with the TV. No Joanna, no Mrs Clegden. No-one who teased him and called him names, no-one who chatted endlessly about neighbors and relatives and other people he didn’t know nor cared for. Just him, a bowl of popcorn, and a comedy from the 50’ies. He froze in his chair when he heard the door open, and Joanna’s loud, piercing voice in the hall.
“…and I told him, `let go of my ears, or I’ll bite your cock off!´…”
Another girl’s voice laughed, and there they were, in the livingroom, Joanna and a blond, heavy girl.
“Hiya, midget!” Joanna shouted. “Sarah, this is Midget, our house guest. He’s staying with us for a month while his mum is away. She didn’t dare to leave her little baby alone!”
Sarah laughed again, and sized him up openly. It didn’t take long.
“I thought you were going to the gym,” said Jonathan.
“It’s closed,” said Joanna. “There’s been some kind of accident, so the whole place is damaged by water. We decided to come home and keep you company instead!”
She threw herself down on the couch next to him, and Sarah sat down on his other side.
“What’s that crap you’re watching?” said Joanna, and grabbed the remote out of his hand.
Before he had time to protest, she had changed channel to the movie channel, where there was a car chase going on.
“I was watching that!” said Jonathan.
“Oh, God, it’s the one with Benicio del Toro!” said Sarah. “Fuck, that guy’s so freakin’ sexy!”
“Tell me about it!” said Joanna. “I get wet whenever he squints those eyes!”
Jonathan felt his face getting warm. He wasn’t very used to spending time with girls, and sex was something he never discussed with anyone. The scene changed. Benicio del Toro and his lady friend had now outrun the bad guys, and were hiding out in a cheap motel room. The woman was upset, so del Toro kissed her to take her mind off things. Jonathan blushed when the scene grew more and more X-rated.
“Oh, I wish that was me!” said Sarah, when the young heroine was pounded heavily at the edge of the bed.
“Think he’s doing her for real?” said Joanna.
Sarah moaned out loud. Jonathan glanced at her. She wasn’t very pretty, but she had huge breasts, that were exposed rather much in that tank top she was wearing. He looked away, only to stare right at Joanna’s voluptious bosom. He looked down at her bare legs in those cut-off denim shorts instead, but it was too late.
“You were checking us out, you little pervert!” Joanna yelled.
“What?” said Sarah.
“He was staring at your tits!” said Joanna. “And then he checked out mine!”
“I did NOT!” said Jonathan. “I mean, I didn’t mean to, I just turned my head, and…”
“So you DID check us out!” said Joanna.
“Well?” said Sarah. “Which one of us has the nicest rack, d’ya think?”
“Knock it off!” said Jonathan, his face all crimson. “Let’s just watch the film!”
Unfortunately, the couple on the screen were now a pair of silhouettes, humping away like rabbits, groaning vividly.
“D’ya like the film, Midget?” said Joanna.
“I don’t think he’s ever seen this kinda thing before!” Sarah chuckled.
Jonathan crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the floor, desperately hoping that there would be another car chase scene in the film, real soon.