What We Did in Lockdown
I opened the door to the smell of home-cooked food coming in from the kitchen. "You have enough time to go in and wash up for supper Kent." I heard a voice say.
"Brenda? Who do you have in here with you?" I asked.
"No one is here with me. Who else were you expecting to be in here?" She answered, replying with a question.
"I was expecting you but not in the kitchen by yourself cooking," I answered as I walked into the kitchen seeing her stirring a pot on the stove. "I expected to be going out to a restaurant to eat supper or calling in for delivery. I will say though, it smells good in here."
Brenda is my stepsister that was needing a place to stay when she found her boyfriend in her bed with another woman from his place of work.
Her mom and my dad had sold the house they lived in and moved to West Virginia right after I put money down on my own house in Eastern Oklahoma. That was eight months ago. It takes me almost an hour to drive to work each morning.
Yesterday evening Brenda called me and asked if she could come and stay with me. I had given Brenda a spare key when she arrived last night with all she could carry with her in her pickup.
Brenda stands five feet three inches with a slender build. She has B cup size tits. I found that out when I happened to overhear her talking with my ex-girlfriend two months ago. She also has shoulder-length light brown hair. Brenda goes to the college in the town nearby and she had lived with her boyfriend who was renting an apartment in town.
Brenda works at a store in town as a cashier and takes food orders for people wanting to eat there. Brenda didn't cook because she didn't know how to cook the last time we had met at dad and her mom's for Thanksgiving last year.
As I finished swallowing the bite of food in my mouth I asked Brenda. "When did you learn to cook such good food? This really tastes good. I just may tie you up to where you have to stay here and keep cooking for me. This is so good." I said teasing her while being serious about the taste of the food.
"I just might stay willingly if you don't bring another woman in here and fuck her in my bed. It best you fuck her in your own bed."
"You have a deal," I said before stuffing another bite into my mouth. After swallowing that bite of food, I asked. "Now when did you learn to cook?"
"A lot of practice by following recipes on the internet. I also asked a lot of questions from other people that know how to cook. Thank you. I'm glad that you like it."
Brenda and I became step-siblings in our early teens when my dad married her mom. I had lived with my mom until she was killed in a bad car wreck that was like a twenty car pile up. She was between two semi-trucks on an icy road and the one in front of her jackknifed and neither she nor the truck behind her could stop in time and they slid into the jackknifed truck. Along with others beside them and behind them. When mom and dad divorced I was six years old. When mom was killed I was thirteen. When dad and my stepmom married I was fifteen and Brenda was fourteen. Brenda and I just happened to like each other and got along really well for the most part. I think her dad being killed in the same twenty car pileup as my mom helped us bond like we did.
My dad had a hard time relating to teenagers and it showed in the way he spoke to Brenda and I. He was coarse in the way he spoke and my grandma (dad's mom) would get involved and get him to rethink about what he was demanding us to do or not do. Brenda and I were hurt by the way he spoke to us at those times. Even his comments were hurtful at times when we were just talking at meal times.
So I ask you what are the odds of two teenagers becoming step-siblings that had a parent die in the same car pileup and end up butting heads with the same man that is raising you?
Right out of high school I quit my part-time job and went to work full time at a plumbing company in Fort Smith Arkansas. Brenda Started her college studies right after the summer break after high school. She is now twenty-one and I am twenty-two. I had kept living with my dad and stepmom till I had enough money to put a good size down payment on the house. Brenda stayed at home the first year of college where she had met her ex-boyfriend. She also worked part-time at the store she is working at now.
When my mom died her insurance paid her funeral expenses and left me with a big chunk of money in return. It was put into a savings account till I was old enough to draw the money out as I wished. I used the money to put towards my pickup that is six years old now. When I bought it, it was used and I lucked out that I haven't had a lot of problems with it as of yet and hope to not have any for some time to come.
My dad and stepmom bought Brenda's car. My dad decided to buy and sell cars for extra cash and so he bought cars from the auction block and then resold them. He had bought a small car that would suit Brenda which would be easy on gas. The problem is, he wouldn't do much if anything to the cars he had bought and sold like he should have done. He put a tune up and oil change in the car he gave to Brenda but it also needed other things done to it before giving it to her. At least once a week either him or I would have to help get her car back on the road again or pull it home to work on it. I did some shopping around and found her a pickup one year older than mine and again luck had it that she hasn't broken down on the side of the road since. She is making the payments on it and just about has it paid off. Her pickup did cost just a little bit less than mine did but it was within her budget.
I helped her with the down payment so she could work it into her budget. She says she will pay me back but I told her not to worry about it. What dad did in my book was wrong and didn't give her anything but a lot of headaches. I know he gave me a lot of headaches.
With the table cleared off and the kitchen cleaned up I said. "I'm going to shower and relax unless you need help getting things out of your truck and don't have any more stuff to go get."
"You go right ahead and take your shower. I brought everything last night in from my truck and got my room all set up. Thank you though."
I got my shower and put on a pair of my boxers and walked back to the living room to hear Brenda say. "...I told you not to call me again and you best lose this number!" Then she brought the phone down and pushed a button on it and slammed it down on the end-table beside her. "Grrrr!"
"I take it, asshole called you," I said walking over to the couch to sit next to Brenda.
"Yes! I need to get a cell phone that I can block calls on like my friend Jenna has." Brenda's phone chimed again. She picked it up and saw it was her ex calling her back again. "Grrrrr! He doesn't know when to fucking quit! He is such an ass!" Pushing the end call button on the phone again.
"Why not just turn it off for now."
"I just did."
"Good for you. Does he know that you are here with me?"
"No thank God! It is also a good thing he doesn't know where you live because he never came with me the few times I've been here. I so wish I had listened to you when you said he was a womanizer and a cheater. Which by the way! How did you know he was a cheater?"