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Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

I suppose they are marginally better than you parading through the streets naked, I shall give you that. He allowed with a measure of sarcasm. His sister had never listened to their father, or him for that matter and their mother had essentially disowned her after shed pawned some family heirlooms on the sly. But of course now that somewhat had gone sideways for Aislyn here she was evidently his problem now. He did have a rather nice house. The floor was all hard wood and they entry way lead to a living room that was furnished rather lavishly. The kitchen that lay beyond it bore all the hallmarks of success with fine stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. Although it was obviously a single male who lived there as otherwise things were dirty and in disarray. Through the doors the kitchen seemed to give way to a patio and a pool and hot tub, while the hallway had bedrooms and a washroom spaced out along it and the entrance to the basement beneath. Later inspection would reveal a bar, pool table, a large screen television, video games and exercise equipment fleshed out the basement. The home seemed quite simply to indicate that her brother had done quite well for himself rather rapidly. To drink? Yea there is water, a few kinds of juices, milk, diet coke in the fridge. There is also tea, coffee, or cappuccino if youre cold. He observed as he regarded her. Thereafter, he simply wander in the direction of the kitchen beckoning for her to follow. What do you want? Thereafter, he rather politely indicated And there is food as well, Id suggest you attempt to make yourself something although I recall that being something of a fire hazard. He pulled a chair out from his kitchen table and sat down upon it in a rather sprawling fashion. Now why are you here Aislyn. As much as you seem to be avoiding the question, you are here. There is a reason and if you dont want me to send you on your way with just enough money for a bus ticket youd best tell me.
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

She dropped her bag by the door and followed him into the kitchen, wrinkling her nose in distaste as he named off what he had to drink. You don't have anything a bit... stronger? she asked, looking up at the cabinets hopefully. She didn't like staying sober long, and she was loosing her buzz fast. Figuring that he had given her permission, as he had gone to sit down. She peered up at the top cabinets. That's where people usually kept their booze, right? She opted for the cabinets above the sink, standing on tip toes to open the small wooden doors, her already small shorts riding up her shapely ass. Jackpot. She pulled down a bottle of Captain Morgan's spiced rum and took a glass from the sink. She didn't bother getting anything to eat, that could wait until later. Right now, she needed a drink. She poured herself a hearty glass and took a long swig, enjoying the burning sensation as the alcohol slid down her throat. It immediately went to her head. She felt at once light-headed and fuzzybrained. She moved to sit next to Ethan, bringing the bottle and glass with her. Now that she had gotten her buzz back... I got kicked out of school, she admitted, taking another long draught of rum. She didn't look at him. She knew the look he'd give her, that taunt and disapproving frown that told her she was useless. It was Ethan who had paid for her to go to this school. They father had all but begged it of him, saying that Aislyn had real potential. And she had failed. She had spent too much time with her band, too much time partying, and too much time at the bottom of a bottle. listulistulistu
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

Ethan lofted a brow to her as she wrinkled her nose at the beverages she lifted off and inquired after something stronger and he idly noted Its barely past noon. There was disapproval in his tone of voice as, while the liquor in the cabinets would indicate that Ethan drank readily enough, doing so in the early afternoon wasnt his idea of normal behaviour. He watched her rummage through his cupboards looking for his alcohol and as she leaned forward and her shorts clung to the curve of her ass he couldnt really help but notice. She did have a rather nice ass. Naturally that had ever been half the problem, shed been spoiled and got away with a lot because she was pretty. He watched his sister fix herself a rather strong drink and then seem to lay into it rather quickly. He wouldnt say he was terribly surprised when she finally remarked that she got kicked out of school. I see and this was the school as I recall when you were finally going to take things seriously and make something of yourself right? He idly noted and shook his head So youre kicked out of school. Im going to take a wild guess that you dont have a dollar to your name at this point and your possessions are that guitar of yours and the clothes on your back. He idly remarked And since youre here it likely means youve worn out whatever welcome you had amongst your friends or whatever guy you were dating and youve no where else to turn. He gazed at her for a moment and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. And what am I supposed to do with you? A rhetorical question that really as he noted From the looks of things your idea is to drink every last drop of liquor in my house and then beg for some more. He gazed at her for a long moment as he noted I rather suspect youre relying on our father begging me to look after you to make me feel some obligation to let you linger here. He paused slightly as he noted And the fact I dont want to see my sister out on the street. He muttered darkly You can stay here for now. But you will do as I tell you or you can get the hell out. And youll make yourself useful, and clean up around here. You can go get yourself a french maid outfit along with some normal clothes. He said rather dryly. But if you try to steal from me, I swear youll be out the door and Ill never lift a finger to help you again ever
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

It's never too early for a drink, she muttered, propping her chin on her palm and taking another swig. She listened sourly as he talked, her mood darkening with every word that came out of that shapely mouth. They never did get along very well. Their parents had gotten divorced soon after her fifth birthday. Already, Aislyn had shown promise in the musical arts, and their father had opted to have custody over the girl, while their mother took Ethan, the brilliantly smart one. It was always pretty clear how different the two were, and they had always fought when forced to be together. Aislyn being hyper and bubbly as she is, would end up breaking something valuable, and it usually belonged to Ethan. She supposed that it was natural that there was such a large rift between them, but she wished Ethan wouldn't be so... honest. It irked her to no end that he was the successful one. He seemed to do great things in everything he did. And she... she sang and played the guitar. And she had a rockin' body. She had to own to that. That was the only good thing she had gotten from her mother. A naturally voluptuous body. Do you enjoy pointing out all my flaw? she snapped at him, once he was finished talking. I know perfectly well that I'm a fuck-up. I don't need you telling me. She made a vexed sound in her throat and ran her fingers through her hair, mussing the already messy dark locks. Can I use your shower? she asked abruptly, setting her empty glass down. Anything was preferable to sitting her and listening to him bitch at her.listulistulistu
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

Ethan offered no comment upon her statement that it was never too early for a drink. Its never going to be too soon for you to straighten out your life either. He eyed her as he noted I paid tuition for that school you just got kicked out of you were supposed to be accomplishing something there. All your singing and playing instruments and what do you have to show for it eh? Naturally the question offered the comparison to himself whereas everything around her was what he had to show for it. The large house in the upscale neighbourhood, the Porsche in the garage and all the other trappings of success had rather swiftly rewarded his hard work. While his sister showed up with a guitar shed been given, the clothes on her back and not a dollar to her name. Stop having flaws and Ill be even happier for a lack of them to point out. As for you knowing youre a fuck up Ill believe that when you actually do something about it for a change besides drinking yourself into a stupor in the middle of the afternoon. As she asked if she could use his shower he nodded Yea, there is one in the main bathroom and one in my bedroom as well. The one in my bedroom is better though, it has the body jets on three sides.
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

She hopped down off the stool, stopping to steady herself. It was damn good rum. She was light-headed already. I'll take your shower then, she said, walking off towards the living room. It wouldn't be too hard to find his room. She just had to look for the biggest, most obnoxious room in the house. Before exiting the kitchen, she hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt and lifted, sliding the thing material over her head and leaving her bare from the waist up. With a smirk, she threw the shirt in his back and turned, hitching her tiny shorts up and strutting from the room. Please with herself, she explored the rest of his house in nothing but her shorts and mismatched socks. She really didn't care what Ethan would think of her little display. She was comfortable enough with her body to show it off to anyone. She didn't think she should have to hide what God gave her. Modesty was for old women, and she was far from old. At last, she found his bedroom. She dropped her shorts at the door and left her socks somewhere between the door and the bathroom. It probably wouldn't have surprised anyone that she wasn't wearing underwear. Aislyn had always considered them a hinderance. Sure, she'd wear them as pajamas, but she never wore them under her clothes. listulistulistu
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

Ethan noted the unsteady manner in which she got off the stool and shook his head. My sister the drunk. He muttered as he rose to go to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He twisted the cap and raised it to his lips and then as he turn around he noted her stripping and choked on a mouth full of water. He stared at her for a moment as she sauntered through the room half naked with her bare breasts on ready display. You do remember Im your brother right? That was all he needed, his misfit sister wandering around his house naked. That would cause some awkward conversations anytime he brought someone over to his house, especially a woman. He had the sinking sense that he should have simply slammed the door in her face and saved himself a lot of trouble. With a look of slight annoyance he scooped up her shirt from the ground and thereafter waited several moments until he heard the sound of running water. Thereafter, he slipped over to the washroom in his bedroom and stuck his head in the washroom and chucked the shirt into the shower. He casually remarked You dropped this as it was toss into the shower to become quite sodden. Thereafter, he exited the washroom although his eyes briefly fell on his sisters form..
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

Ethan! she yelled, making a disgusted noise as she kicked her shirt into the corner of the shower. She'd ring it out later... She continued to grumble throughout her shower, muttering about the pompous, big-headed assholes in her life. She scrubbed herself vigorously, untill her skin had a slight red sheen. Despite the way she had shown up on her brother's doorstep, she hated being dirty, and she hadn't had a proper shower in two days. After about a half an hour she stepped out of the shower, feeling properly clean and refreshed. The shower had, unfortunately, killed her buzz once more, but there was plenty of rum left in that bottle. She bent down to scoop her sodden shirt up out of the shower and wring it out. She tossed it carelessly into the sink and looked around for her bag. Shit. Of course. She left it out by the door with her guitar. Wonderful. Just bloody wonderful. She pulled her slightly less wet shirt out of the sink and pulled it over her head. It was long enough to cover her, though the wet material clung to her form, making it almost useless. Rolling, her eyes, she walked out to retrieve her bag.listulistulistu
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

Her indignant shouting of his name was met only with a laugh. He departed leaving his sister to shower as he exited the room and then wandered down to the basement. Now that his sleep had been interrupted he seemed to wander from the bedroom and thereafter downwards into his basement, varying only to grab another bottle of water from the bridge. As she showered he seemed to occupy himself by clambering onto his treadmill and jogging for a half hour. The whirl of the tread beneath him could be heard as he ran. A faint sheen of sweat would appear on his forehead as he ran, and a while later he stepped off the treadmill to make his way over to the weights. He seemed to more or less ignore her presence as he exercised. If nothing else his sister had yet to determine that most of the liquor in his house was in the basement in and around the bar. There a collection of various bottles had various scotch, vodka, rum, rye and various other varieties of hard liquor. If nothing else that was likely to keep her occupied for some time or put her in a hospital.
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

Retrieving her pack from the front door, Aislyn rummaged quickly, looking for any sort of clean clothing. Nothing. She had a pair of dirty jeans, three equally dirty shirts and a bra. She threw her pack down in disgust. Thanks Ethan, she muttered to herself vehemently, as though it were his fault that she hadn't washed her clothes in a few days. Of course, it was his fault that she was now standing in his doorway half-naked and garbed only in a dripping shirt. Resigned to drip-drying, Aislyn grabbed her guitar and headed off towards the kitchen. She could hear the sound of a treadmill coming from downstairs, but she couldn't be bothered to go find her brother. Gently, she placed the guitar case on the counter and opened it. The Seagull was in surprisingly good condition, given who it's owner had been for the past near ten years. The dark wood gleamed slightly, and Aislyn picked it up by the neck. Beneath it lay a small amplifier. Another gift from daddy dearest. It may be small, but the thing packed a punch. She plugged the guitar in, and strummed a few chords. It was mostly in tune, but the low E string was off. Quickly adjusting it, she strummed a few more chords. Perfect. She started playing one of her favorite tunes, the sound of the guitar echoing back at her in the kitchen. She dove right into the chorus, raising her voice to belt out the lyrics. Her voice was low and sensual, just right for the particular song. This is the time of night when the moonlight shines down and we can reveal who we truly are, Within the darkest most depraved Of joys. If your afraid to say. But you'd like to try. Just give me the safe word and take your hand, And smack me in the mouth , my love. Her fingers slid deftly over the neck of the guitar, plucking out the chords without hesitation that comes with long hours of practice. Truly, the song called for a keyboard, but that had never been a problem with Aislyn. She was perfectly capable of picking out the notes from a song and converting them into guitar chords. listulistu
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

Ethan occupied himself with exercise. The rather simple motions of his exertions consuming his attention, in the background he heard the sound of her guitar. He muttered Bloody goth crap. As he continued to work out, his sisters music hadnt really caught on and in his mind there was little wonder. He rather found it dull and depressing in it sound. He simply shook his head as he muttered Girl is a musician with bad taste in music. He rather ignored the music as he continued to go through his workout. Time passed and after a while a dull ache had settled upon his body and a sheen of sweat coated his body. Thus he set down his weights and thereafter made his way up the stairs. His brawny form sauntering upwards pausing to rather airily remark You should play music that people would actually listen to. With that said he strode down the hallway to his bed room and the shower that lay beyond it. He stepped into his bedroom and the shorts and boxers that he had been wearing were shed as he wandered into his bedroom. The sound of water could soon be heard as hed step into it and steam would flood forth from behind the doorway.
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

Pausing the watch him pass by, Aislyn made at face at his retreating back, though she couldn't help but look over the taunt muscles in Ethan's back and shoulders. Her head jerked away from the sight of him when he caught herself wondering if the rest of him was as muscular. She shook her head as though to rattle the image out of her head. Was she insane? He was her brother . And an asshole on top of that... People did like her music. Irritated at herself and Ethan, she set her guitar down and stormed into the kitchen to grab herself a drink. Arrogant bastard , she thought to herself, grumbling incoherently under her breath as she pour herself a tall glass of rum. She downed the glass in two gulps, swaying pleasantly as the tingling affect of the alcohol crept into her mind. She heard the shower running in his room. A sly grin curved the edges of her lips as a rather amusing thought ran through her pleasantly buzzed mind. Payback. She laughed and slammed the glass onto the counter, careless of the force she was putting into the action. The glass shattered in her grasp, shards digging into her hand painfully. Shit! She shook her hand, blood and bits of glass falling to the floor. Unthinkingly, she rubbed her hand on her shirt, smearing blood on the front. Oh, for fuck's sake! Fuming, she headed back to Ethan's room. Bleeding or no, she was going to get her payback before he got out of the shower. Picking up his fallen clothes as she walked into his room, she stormed into the bathroom and heaved an armload of his clothes over top of the shower. Payback, bitch. she hollered at him, smacking the steaming glass with her injured hand and sending a jolt of pain up her arm and leaving a small, bloody hand-print on the glass.listulistulistu
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

The arrogant bastard in question saw a heap of his clothes tossed into the shower and he swore rather loudly to the effect of what the fuck? Although a moment later he noted the bloody handprint on the glass. Which drew a more quizzical than angry reaction from him. He turned the water in the shower off. He retrieved his clothing and set it down upon the floor muttering something about shoving his sister in the dryer too. Ethan grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist and then left the room seeking to catch Aislyn. She hadnt had much time to get all that far ahead of him. Hence he rather purposefully would come up upon her and his hand would close upon her shoulder rather tightly. Ethan stated rather firmly I cant have you bleeding all over my house - and as a doctor it would be embarrassing if you managed to die in my home. With that said he pulled her arm up and looked at her bleeding hand. He whistled idly How did you manage to grind glass into your hand like that? Before his sister really had time to argue he pulled her over to the kitchen table and pushed her down into a chair. Sit still. He stated rather firmly as thereafter he went back to the bathroom and the medicine cabinet. He returned a moment later with tweezers, rubbing alcohol, peroxide, gauze and a bandage. With imperiousness that seemed to casually blend the messiah complex of your average physician with the overbearing nature of an older brother he set to work and rather precisely began to pick out each and every bit of glass that had been wedged into her hand. After the small pieces were extracted he took a ball of cotton and rubbed alcohol over the cuts and then peroxide for good measure. The rather smug look about him seemed to suggest that he rather enjoyed each wince that disinfecting her cuts would cause. Gauze and bandages were applied soon enough, and thereafter he ceased manhandling her for the moment and simply sat there half naked as it were. His eyes fixed upon her as he remarked I cant even leave you alone for five minutes with you managing to get yourself into trouble.
Thread: Sister's Keeper [Pretty x Methos]

She knew she didn't have long before he caught up with her, but she was barely out of the hall before she felt his hand on her shoulder. She struggled for a moment, but her delicate frame was no match against his solid strength, instead, she hissed at him as he grabbed her hand and all but dragged her into the kitchen. Let go, Ethan! she demanded, grabbing the wrist that held her and digging in with her nails. She refused to let go of him until he shoved her into a chair. Sit still, she mimicked him, shifting around in the chair to spite him, though she didn't get up. Her hand was throbbing painfully now and she wanted it fixed. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed Ethan's help right now. She ran her uninjured hand through her unruly hair as she waited for her older brother to return. She didn't usually let her hair air dry and the long locks were curling as a result. She hated that. She always straightened her hair and teased it up. Not even her closest friends knew that her hair was naturally curly. When Ethan returned, she scowled at him, but didn't fight him as he picked all the glass out of her hand, though she did do a bit of loud swearing, most of which she had learned from Ethan growing up. Sure, they didn't ever spend time together, but it seemed like he always ended up swearing about something when she was around. The last shard of glass was in deep and she jerked her hand out of his. Dammit, Ethan, that hurts ! She rubbed her hand gingerly around the wounds. She had to admit that she had gotten herself good, and smacking the shower has only embedded the glass in deeper. It was her own fault, but she wasn't about to admit it. Aislyn leaned back in her chair when he was done wrapping her hand, legs crossed and scowling at her big brother. If you didn't piss me off so much, I wouldn't get into so much trouble, she informed him stubbornly, her chin raised in indignation.