Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Roger, please let me in! Susan pounded her fist against the door in frustration, the doorbell not having worked. Roger couldn't possibly be sleeping through this, even at 2 am. Roger, she kicked me out! Maybe an oversimplification, but at 2am, oversimplification was allowed. Really, Mom had called her a tramp and told her to dress like a regular girl, or even her old tomboy style, whatever, and to stop sneaking out to see Josh. Or she'd be kicked out. Susan had been so incensed she'd walked right out of the house without so much as packing a bag or taking anything but her pocket book -- thank God for her bus pass! Maybe it was rash, maybe it was a mistake, but she wasn't going to let her mother come between her and Josh. They were in love, and Josh loved how she dressed. He was the first to notice the change in her, the different clothes and the different body, slimmer lines and sleeker curves and actual cheekbones like the models, as she'd finally blossomed like the other girls. For years she'd been the short one, the one with the plain face dressed like a boy who climbed trees, but now she was 5'6 and slender and slinky -- that's how Josh described her and she loved it. Sure, she didn't have a chest quite like some of the other girls, but there were movie stars and models and even some porn stars she'd sneaked a peek of who didn't have such big boobs. It was the little black dress her own mom had given her special for the academic awards night that finally got her noticed. Mom tried so hard to get her out of the tom boy clothes. Who's sorry now? Maybe she hadn't won the award she was up for that night, but she'd won something that made her so much happier. Josh got one look at her and it was all over. Susan remembered it so vividly, the look in his eyes, one of the coolest boys in school stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her. She remembered the feeling of having such an effect on him. The way her pulse had pounded in her throat and her whole body tingled when he said Fuck me, is that you Susan? And for that, for finally being happy, her mother calls her a tramp! She pounded and pounded. Josh, wake UP! Shut UP! A door creaked open behind her and Susan's long dark wavy hair flipped over her bare shoulder as she turned to see who yelled at her. Shut up and let us sleep. And she's right, you are a little tart, dressed like that. The old man scanned her up and down, trying for a look of righteous indignation but Susan was starting to recognize the reality of that look more and more. The pervert. Go to bed old man! Mind your own business, perv! I'm still in fucking High School! And don't you even DARE fucking think about me while you jerk off! It was mean, mean in a way she'd never speak to her own gramps, but he should keep his nose out of what he was too old to understand. Just showing a bit of belly button and fishnets showing leg all the way up to a tight skirt that just covered her bottom didn't make her a tart, not these days at least. It's not the 1920's anymore! The door slammed. Susan turned back to Roger's door. It said Roger Crocket, right there, so she knew she was at the right place. I told her she never would have treated me like this when you were still there. She said, 'fine, so live with your brother if he's so wonderful.' So she had, or at least wanted to, if only he would let her in. Please Roger. Just let me in, I won't be any problem at all. I'll solve all my own problems so you won't have to do anything at all for me. Remember how much fun we used to have, before you left? And if you have, you know, a lady or whatever... she couldn't help adopting the same teasing voice she'd used back when Roger was a dashing teen starting to date and she'd been a young girl absolutely fascinated by it and taunted him mercilessly just so he'd talk about it with her. I'll stay out of the way, you won't even know I'm there. In fact, I'd even leave for sure. The thought of you having sex... ewww! Old patterns, so hard to break. She knew he was home. She'd checked his calendar on the cell phone while riding the buses cross town to get to his fancy new rich bachelor pad. He wasn't on one of his jaunts. Please let me in Roger. It's me, Susan, your little sis, remember? I don't have anywhere else to go. Please open the door.