As far back as I can remember my twin brother, Connor, and I have lived in constant fear of our three older brothers. I guess we passed for a typical American family all those years living in the town of Glenwood together because nobody suspect anything for the longest time, not even Mom and Dad. Finally when I was twelve years old, Mom and Dad left town overnight for a wedding. Before they left they told Kevin (the oldest of my brothers) not to throw any wild parties. And he respected that. But when they returned home they found trouble of a different kind. My parents found Kevin holding me upside down across his lap while he carved the words 'Slut' into my buttocks with a pair of scissors. And that's the last time I remember Mom and Dad doing anything together. Mom moved out several months later and she took me and Connor with her.
Connor and I were reunited with our father through an unhappy accident that killed our mom. Even though both of us had just turned 18, Dad wrote to us and managed to persuade us that living with him on his ranch on the outskirts of Glenwood would be the best thing for everybody. Now all Connor and I had to do was find it.
"I told you, you missed the turn back there at a gas station"
"That wasn't a street! It was a....bike path" Connor muttered gritting his teeth and swerving the family SUV to avoid running over a piece of roadkill.
"It was a road. And why are we going 15 miles an hour" I muttered. Connor shot me a look.
"You can relax you know. I think you already won the award for bitchiest sister. Here" he made a sudden turn and knocked my Starbucks into my lap.
"Shit! Connor, you asshole!" I screamed grabbing a napkin and attempting to mop the coffee that was already spreading across my white skirt. Great. The first time seeing my Dad in years and I looked like I just had an explosion in my pants. Connor snickered.
"Sorry. But I wasn't expecting the turn because apparently it had already passed" he shot me a smug look. Ever since high school when I got a boyfriend and he got a daily wedgie on the playground, Connor has always resented me. He's never mentioned it. But it's a bit obvious.
"Holy fuck, his place is huge" Connor muttered. Momentarily distracted I lifted my head from my skirt.
"I thought Mom said he was a writer. No way does he have this much money" I said, taking in the balconies, the in ground pool and the wide sweeping lawn. Connor began the climb up the 2 mile driveway to the front door.
"I'm not complaining" he said giving me another grin, this one a bit more friendlier.
We pulled to a stop in front of the doors. The house looked dark and still. "Maybe no one is home" Connor said sounding a little hopeful.
"They're here!" we heard someone call from inside the house.
"Or not" I added unbuckling my seat belt and stepping out of the car. Before I could even take a step I felt someone throw their arms around me.
"Becky! Wow you've grown!" It was unmistakably my older brother George. Out of my three older brothers- Mark, George and Kevin- the only one that called me Becky, the only one that probably even remembered my name was George. George was the first one in the family in the family to lose his virginity. I know because I was there (he lost it to our babysitter. Kevin was furious but only because he was second).
"Hey George" Connor said. He extended his hand for a handshake but George ignored the gesture and enveloped him in a hug. Connor looked a little alarmed. He didn't like being touched.
"Hey kids. Have a nice trip?" I hadn't seen my Dad in forever but he didn't look like he had gotten any older. If anything he had gotten younger.
"Yeah" I said stepping forward to give him a hug. His eyes quickly assessed me. They didn't linger on my rich full breasts but they did pause at the coffee stain on my skirt. "Connor spilled Starbucks on me" I muttered flushing. Dad just smiled and opened his arms for a hug. I pressed my body against him. Unlike many of the other older men that I have hugged, Dad's body was still toned and firm. In fact if I hadn't known he was my Dad and I would have tried to brush myself up against him more slowly. He was my dad though and I let go rather quickly. "Hey Connor you've grown" He said.
"He certainly has" teased George "Bet the girls are going crazy for you" I rolled my eyes. As far as I knew Connor hadn't even kissed a girl. I was beginning to wonder if he was gay.
"George let him breathe" My dad said sternly. I could tell he didn't want any of history to repeat himself "I'm going to run to the store for some steak. George will show you two around" George didn't really look too happy with this idea but it wasn't like he could argue. Dad was obviously someone you didn't want to mess with. George waited until Dad pulled away before turning to us.
"You're room is on the second floor. Last door on the right"
"Wait, we're sharing a room" Connor asked sounding extremely alarmed. George laughed. "Don't look so scared. You're lucky" He winked at me and then let his hand linger on my ass when he gave it a quick pat. I flushed.
"Come on let's go" I said after he had sauntered away to the shed.
"Next time he does that you need to punch him" Connor warned.
"Why can't you do it?"
"Cuz it's not my ass he's grabbing" We stepped into the house and were greeted by a blast of cold air.
"Thank God" Connor said.
"Dad is that you?" I glanced up. Mark was standing at the top of a spiral staircase, hands in his pockets, the unmistakable scent of cigarettes in the air.
"Oh, it's you guys" He said.
"Hey Mark" Connor waved his hand in a half wave. Mark gave us another nod of acknowledgement and then plodded back to his room. Connor looked at me and shrugged. We lugged our suitcases up the stairs and to the end of the hall.
We were almost to our bedroom when someone called "Stop" Both of us jumped. We turned around to see Kevin standing in one of the doorways, watching us closely. I took a fearful step in Connor's direction. Kevin came forward still staring.
"My, my Becca look how you have grown" He said. Connor cleared his throat. Kevin ignored him.
"Not such a little girl anymore" he whispered in my ear and then slowly ran his fingers over my ass. When I opened my eyes he was gone.
