Brad stared out the kitchen window watching the sunset, his hands in dishwater, wondering where it all went wrong. He ran his tongue over the split in his lip and winced. No guy had ever hit him that hard, as hard as his own sister had just an hour before. Wendy was out of control. Fuck it, the whole world was out of control. Brad wiped off another plate and shivered once. It sure wasn't supposed to be like this.
It was supposed to be perfect, Dad having that job down south, him and Mom to be gone from June to August. Hell, Wendy was twenty-one, he was eighteen, they were adults, they could take care of themselves and not destroy the house. There was work, money for college and all that shit. Brad was starting to State in the Fall, Wendy going to graduate at the end of the next year. They were good, never screwed up, never in trouble and it was all going to be fine. About the time that plane took off that Sunday afternoon taking the folks away, the dam broke and the Gibson kids were on the loose.
Grinning makes a split lip hurt but it was worth it to Brad, thinking back on that beautiful day. The plane takes off at 10 that morning and by 2 he'd been laid for the first time. By his boss, a sweet little Asian babe. God, she was good to him, turning him every way but loose and inside out. By the time he'd staggered home that evening, he had been a basket case and Wendy had known exactly what happened. She'd been about half pissed and half jealous. The next day she more than made up for it.
Brad grimaced at the memory as he finished up the silverware. Work had ended early that day, he was home long before he was expected. Obviously. He was going to kill an hour and then go see his lady, Toyo. He hadn't planned on seeing his own sister, but there she was, sprawled out on her bed losing her virginity to her boss. God, she was big, bigger than he ever imagined but she was getting screwed. First time, squeal and all and Brad had seen it. He'd heard it. It embarrassed the hell out of him, no doubt. He dried the last fork and shivered at how it all turned out.
He got laid and Wendy had gotten pregnant. By a married man who had no interest in taking care of the situation. He'd just wanted pussy and he'd gotten it. Once she'd figured it out, Wendy had gotten mean. Real mean. Savage mean. She started drinking, hard and heavy but she wouldn't tell the guy no either. Every time she'd go to him to have it out, she'd end up with him putting it in. It was totally dumb and then she got stupid.
The guy wasn't going to marry her, everybody knew that. There was no way she'd have a baby by herself, the folks would kill her. An abortion was the only smart play but Wendy hadn't been ready for that. There was one other way, at least in her mind. She'd let another guy screw her and was going to play he'd gotten her pregnant, the old entrapment ploy. That had backfired, the guy honestly couldn't get anybody pregnant. He'd gotten laid without the obligation and she was screwed by more than a penis. Knowing that and Wendy had gone over the edge. She turned on Brad.
Cruel was one thing but this was beyond that. He should have been the happiest guy on earth, banging Toyo on a regular basis. It didn't really matter, life at home was Hell. Wendy bad-mouthed him, she said anything just to be mean and was only getting meaner. Even when he gave her the money to take care of her situation she still sassed him. Knowing she was going Monday to have the abortion and she'd only gotten meaner. Then this, popping him in the mouth when he asked her if she was going out. Not a word, just a fist. Life was sucking big time and her car was back in the drive.
Brad put down his towel and frowned. He'd figured she was going to see him again. Even if they argued, it should have been a couple of hours she would have been out of the house. Hell, it was Friday, she could have hit the bar or something but she was home. Home, up the steps and through the back door.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Fuck you."
"God, Wendy, knock it off. Enough."
"Fuck you," she shouted, lunging towards him. "You think it's funny he told me to fuck off? To never come to him again?"
"No..." Brad said, sidestepping his sister's charge. "Stop it. Cool down. Let it go."
