Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Susan smiled brightly before getting up to follow him. I'm so lucky to have a brother I can count on. That was where she was usually supposed to punch him in the shoulder, but maybe she was just too tired. Or maybe she was getting too old now for that kid stuff. She just followed him across the thick carpet, down a little hall. If they weren't both so tired, Susan thought it might have felt like a landlord showing the way to her new apartment. Away from mom, the horrible shrew, on her own -- with Roger of course -- but on her own! As he pointed to the bedroom, she almost felt warm with pride. Her bedroom. Roger's of course, but hers in a way. Not Mom's. And then he pointed out the bathroom -- her bathroom! She felt so tired everything was out of proportion. Even though she was basically 17 now, she still didn't have a lot of experience staying up this late, and as much as she was trying so very hard to put on a show of how she wasn't a little girl anymore, so Roger would feel comfortable letting her stay, still she was exhausted. Leaning against the wall just outside her bedroom, the wall hard and cool against her bare arm, Susan smiled blearily as Roger asked her a few more of his practical questions clothes, what she brought and so on. Such a big brother, and so responsible! Did he actually flinch, like he thought she'd give him one of the old punches still, even after her mature restraint in the other room? Susan couldn't stop a big yawn before answering the slightly boring questions that were entirely secondary to the central and amazing fact that she was out of Mom's house! Ok, so. You're technically correct that I didn't bring anything with me right this very minute. Which I think is rather considerate, don't you? Not making you traipse up and down bringing boxes or suitcases or what-have-you up? In the middle of the night? But, I did think it through while I was on the 219 and I think tomorrow would be a good day for you to drive back to Mom's and pick up my clothes and a few things. I'll draw up a list, or mail it to your phone if you give me your computer password in the morning. Mom loves you so I think you should be the one to go. Susan looked down at her outfit, the shiny black heels, the fishnets -- not the wide spaced whorish ones but the classy ones, like at the clubs -- her tight skirt and the belly baring mesh tank with lace white tshirt underneath. No, not comfortable for sleeping at all. So as much as it grossed her out to wear anything of her brother's, she nodded, And yeah, I'll take whatever you have for me to sleep in, thanks. Her look, as she stared back at him with eyelids that wanted to close made it clear she was ready for bed now, thank you very much, and if he would fetch something for her to wear that would be splendid. Her big browns and high eyebrows really were that communicative, she knew, especially in the last year since Brenda taught her the right way to use a little mascara and eyeliner and the pencil. As Susan waited for something to wear, she peeked in to her dim bedroom by the light of the hall. There was some simple stuff inside, desk, bed and a little storage space, certainly enough for her. At least for now. Everything was going to be so much better now with Roger.