It was Friday and what should have been a relatively easy day had turned out to be a disaster. Josh's work day had consisted of firing one of his most dedicated employees for stealing, trying to find the missing PO's that his foreman neglected to process and explaining to one of his biggest clients why their high rise wouldn't be finished on time. Sometimes owning a business was not worth the headaches. It was 5:30 and he was finally calling it a day.
As he drove home all his thoughts were on relaxing. Today was his 28th birthday and he should have been happy, but instead, he was depressed. His employees took him out for lunch but it didn't help. He wasn't even excited about the birthday dinner that his sister, Alice promised to cook him. He prayed it was something edible but he knew better. She couldn't cook to save her life. They would probably wind up ordering out, which was fine since he had a taste for Chinese food.
He could almost taste that glass of merlot that he planned on pouring as he pulled into the garage. He got out of the car and headed into the house. He could hear her music as he neared the door. As he opened the door, his senses were assaulted. He smelled incense but it was more than that. He was almost certain that he smelled pot!
He couldn't believe it. She had been a handful after their parents died six years ago in the plane crash but since she turned 18 two months ago she had been completely out of control. This was the last straw. This was his house and even though she was technically of age, he still raised her and deserved respect.
"ALICE!" he screamed as he threw his keys on the table and slammed the door.
"Shit! Quick hide over there," he heard her say softly as the music stopped.
He knew she was in the living room and went to confront her. He was furious but when he went into the living room his anger exploded. The smoke was thick in the room and there were empty bags of chips and candy wrappers everywhere. If he had any doubt that it was pot he smelled they were quickly dispelled. They had the munchies, bad.
"Where is he?" he demanded as he walked to where she was sitting.
"Where is who, Josh?" she said sweetly, looking up at him with doe eyes.
"Don't fuck with me Alice. I heard you tell someone to hide and knowing you, it's a guy. Now where is he?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, honestly," she lied to him.
"Fine. You want whoever's hiding to hear you being punished, then that's your choice," he said grabbing her hard around the upper arm, "Get up!"
"Wait, wait. Fine. Tom, you better leave," she said sounding annoyed.
A young, gangly looking guy stepped out of the hallway. His lids were heavy from the weed and it looked like a comb was something he had only heard rumors about. He looked at Josh with utter distain.
"Jeeze, man. The shits mine, ok. Leave her alone. You don't own her," he said grabbing his cap from the table.
Josh was an imposing man. He was 6 ft 5 in and very muscular. He had a couple of tattoos, one on his arm which was visible and one on his back which was not. His black hair was long and tied back into a ponytail. He looked like one of those good looking Harley riders you see out on a Saturday morning, tough as nails but a walking Adonis.
He released Alice's arm and walked toward Tom. His anger boiled off of him as he came to a stop in front of the young man. Josh glared down at him, pushing him against the door. Tom flinched.
"I don't care if it was the president's pot. This is my house and I do not want that kind of shit here. Get out of my house and don't ever let me catch you here again. I will call the police if you step one foot on my property. You hear me, Tom?"
Josh could feel Tom shaking under his palm, but didn't let up. It was then he smelled the sharp stench of urine. Looking down he noticed that Tom had pissed himself. He almost laughed but knew that would ruin the effect.
"Answer me Tom!"
"I, I, I hear you, sir," he stammered.
"Good now get out of here and for god's sake change your pants," he added just to embarrass him.
He stepped away from the cowering boy and watched as he gathered his composure.
"Yes sir. I'm sorry, sir. Thank you for not calling the cops," he said opening the door and leaving quickly without even a glance back.
He closed the door and looked back to Alice, who was still standing in the middle of the floor. When she saw him looking at her, she squared her shoulders and opened her mouth to say something. He cut her off.
"Don't, Alice. You are in enough trouble without making any smart remarks," he said, still furious, but yelling at Tom took the edge off it.
"You didn't have to threaten him like that. He's my boyfriend, you know," she said defensively.
"Don't you mean was your boyfriend? I absolutely forbid you to see that boy again," he said authoritatively.
"You can't do that. I'm an adult! I don't have to follow your rules anymore."
That was it. She pushed that last button. He went off.
"How dare you! You are under my roof. I work to pay for your food, your clothes, your social life and all I ask is for a little respect and cooperation. I didn't have to take you in after mom and dad died. I had a life, a girlfriend, hell I had friends! You sass off to me, you don't help around the house, and you don't even go to school. You are such a fuckup and it stops today. You need to learn discipline, young lady, and it is about time I showed you some. Now get over here," he growled.
He grabbed one of the chairs by the wall setting it down in the middle of the room. He watched as she puzzled out what was about to happen. He hadn't noticed when he came in how little she was wearing. All she had on was a tank top and flimsy pajama shorts. She didn't even have a bra on, not that she really needed one. She had a smallish chest, about a B cup, just the way he like them. "More than a handful's a waste" was the motto he liked to live by. The thought of her breast size made his cock twitch in his jeans.
How could he think of his sister like that? It was wrong and he knew it but he couldn't help it. It had been so long since he was with a woman and she always made a point of dressing like she was going to bed. God the things she wore. Well he would put a stop to that as well.
"I said get over here young lady. You want to behave like a child, I'm going to treat you like one."
