Brenda Wilson was half-way through her second semester at the local university. She was 20 years old and majoring in Biology with a minor in theater. She still lived at home with her grandparents and younger brother Tyler. Tyler 19, was a freshman at the same university. Her grandparents, Harry and Gladys Wilson, had taken the two of them in when their parents were killed in a boating accident while vacationing in the south of France. Although the two have missed their parents deeply, their grandparents had created an environment that was welcoming and full of love.
She parked her 2001 Subaru Outback on the street in front of their home. The home was located on a quiet cul-de-sac, in their gated community. It was a ranch style home, trimmed in a deep brown that framed sand colored stucco walls. The lawn was well maintained, with a large oak tree as its centerpiece.
It was just a little past 2 in the afternoon when Brenda walked through the front door. The house opened to a large front room, that the four of them would spend time together watching TV and just enjoying one another's company. Through the front room, off to right were the kitchen and dining room. Entering the hallway straight off the front room, one came upon the 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. Brenda and Tyler shared a bathroom, but each had their own bedroom. She entered her room, which was very orderly and clean, and set her books and purse on the neatly made queen size bed. She left her room to see if her brother was home.
Brenda walked to Tyler's door, which was slightly a jar, and entered without knocking. They had an unwritten rule, that allowed each to enter without knocking. They both felt comfortable with one another and were best friends. The first thing that one would see when coming into Tyler's room was his unmade bed. Brenda could not remember the last time she saw his bed made. On the wall next to his door, were two shelves that held his cycling trophies. A sport he took up after the death of their parents and excelled from the start. He was good enough to get a partial scholarship. A window looked out to their side yard. Rose bushes lined a pine slatted fence that separated their home from their neighbors. Just to the left of the window was Tyler's simple oak desk. The centerpiece of the room was the large burgundy leather desk chair. It was once Grandpa's Henry's. When he wanted to throw it out after getting a new one, Tyler spoke up and said he wanted it. It had been in his room ever since.
Brenda could see the top of his reddish blond curls above the back of the chair. The chair was large enough that she could not see any other part of his 6'1' frame. As she had done many times, she slowly crept up to the chair. Since they were both young, they loved to scare one another. After all these years the excitement of catching the other unguarded was still exciting. Reaching with her left hand she gripped the chair and spun it around.
"Gotcha!" Brenda exclaimed.
"God dammit Brenda!" Tyler said half stunned, half amused. He sat in the large chair, still wearing his cycling kit which tightly outlined his thin but muscular body.
"Whatcha doin' little brother?" She said as her eyes lit up in delight.
His anger started to subside as he looked at his sister. Quickly, payback was at the front of his mind. He looked his sister up and down quickly. She was always one to live by her own rules, especially when it came to fashion. She wore ankle high black Chucks. Her socks were a deep purple that matched her knee length pleaded skirt. The shirt she wore was a simple white button up. A tweed sport jacket with a matching flat cap finished her looked. Her reddish blonde hair hung straight to her shoulders. Tyler thought her look was cute.
"I have a European history test tomorrow." Tyler said. He was majoring in history with the hope of gong to law school. "I need to study Bren." He said using his nickname for her.
"Sounds like fun." She said. "Hey after dinner, can you help me with my lines? We have our final tomorrow as well and I really want to nail this part." Brenda's friend Myron Campbell had written a one act play with only three characters. Brenda played the carefree daughter of conservative parents.
"Sure." Tyler said and he glanced at her large breasts. Although they were hard to see with her current outfit, he knew they were large. 38DD was the bra he found a couple of months ago in their bathroom. At times he could not help but stare. Unaware to him, Brenda started to notice his glancing. At first it bothered her, but now she barely noticed when he was looking.
"Thanks Ty." She said and bounced out of his room.
Dinner that night was the usual. Grandma Gladys made ravioli with a nice salad. Everyone ate their share. The two kids cleaned up while their grandparents relaxed in the large room with a glass of wine. It did not take long to clean up. Grandma Gladys had the habit of cleaning up the pots and pans while she cooked. When dinner was over there was only the plates and silverware to clean.
"I'll meet you in your room in 20 to go over my lines?" Brenda said to her brother.
"See you there." He answered
Brenda and Tyler have grown close after the tragedy of their parent's death. Their grandparents have been amazing and always supportive, but the two of them looked to one another for support the first few years. Brenda felt lucky to have a brother that was easy to get along with and gave her the privacy she needed. She returned these favors as well.
Brenda let her grandparents know the two of them would be in Tyler's room going over her lines. She gave them both a kiss and then walked to her room. Reaching down, she took the scripts from her desk and looked over her lines. She wanted to get this down to perfection. Her friend Myron had worked all year to write this play and she wanted to make it as great as she could. After taking the scripts in her hand she headed to Tyler's room.
The door was slightly ajar as it usually was. Brenda walked in without knocking. She could see his curls above the back of the leather desk chair. As she walked closer, she could see he was reading from the screen of his computer. Walking softly, she had to suppress a chuckle. Scaring her brother was becoming easier every day. She reached out with her right hand and spun the chair quickly towards her.
