“We should go bother my little sister,” I said with a wicked grin. “She hates my guts. Maybe she’ll flirt with you, soothe your wounds a little bit.”
“Rebecca?”
“Yeah. She lives with that weird friend of hers, Molly.”
“Oh my god, knitting club,” Rob said with a lisp. He made an obnoxiously happy face, then groaned. “I’d rather cut my dick off then hang out with those virgins.”
“Virgins are good at learning,” I said, raising an eyebrow. Molly’s name had conjured her image in my mind – a short girl, her curves spilling out of a skimpy sundress as her dark brown hair blew in the wind. I want to fuck her, I thought, looking down at my lap and imagining Molly’s fat ass slapping against my muscular thighs. I want to give that girl a night like she’s never had in her life.
“Yeah, well, Theresa would be pissed if she found out,” Rob said. He smirked. “She never got over me fucking Kelly again.”
“Kelly’s a fat pig,” I said.
“So’s that girl, what’s her name? Holly?”
“Molly,” I said, hating how quickly her name came to my mind. “And it’s different. There’s something so desperate about her. Like she’d let you fuck her in the ass without lube just for attention.”
“Whatever, man,” Rob said, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna know your kinky shit.”
I rolled my eyes. "Come on, get up," I said, gesturing towards the door. "I gotta get some beer, anyway. I'm out."
Rob grunted and groaned but hauled his ass up and followed me outside. We got into my Mustang and I shoved the car into gear before pointing it toward the other side of town.
When Rebecca answered the door, her face fell. “I’m expecting a package,” she said, sounding miserable. “Besides, you’re not allowed in here again! Not after last time,” she added, crossing her arms over her chest.
I rolled my eyes. “Funny, I remember something Mom said…about how she paid the security deposit for this place, which gives me free reign as your brother.”
Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “That’s not fair,” she said. “You’re not allowed inside. Molly’s here.”
My cock twitched and I grinned. “Good,” I said. “I wanted to see her, anyway.”
Rebecca shook her head. “You’re such an asshole, do you know that?”
“Not only do I know it, I take pride in it,” I said, grinning like a fool. “Now come on, let us in.”
Rebecca stared at me for a minute, raising her eyebrows and drawing herself up to her full height. She had nothing on me, but she did have the same intimidating blue eyes as I – we both got them from our father.
But unlike me, the rest of Rebecca was rather unremarkable. She was skinny enough, sure, but her constant habit of pushing her glasses up on her nose and her snotty way of talking was more than enough to turn off any guys in the nearby area.
“Hey, Rebecca,” Rob said, smirking at my younger sister. “You look good. Remember me?”
Well, any guys except for Rob, I guess.
“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “What do you want? Why are you over here?”
“I’m starving,” I said, walking into the kitchen. “Come on, tell me Molly has a cake or something hidden in there.”
“Jesus! Stop it,” Rebecca snapped. “You have to promise to be good, or I’ll throw you out.”
I shrugged. “Whatever,” I said. “Make some pasta, will you.”
Rebecca seethed but after a moment, she stepped into the kitchen and set a large pot of water to boil. Rob kicked back in the living room while I looked through the fridge and found a six pack of light beer. Grabbing two cans, I tossed one to Rob and settled down on the couch.
“Hey,” Rebecca called. “That’s Molly’s beer! Don’t drink it all!”
“Molly likes beer?” I popped the can open and slurped some cold suds down. “No shit!”
“Yeah,” Rebecca said, eyeing me warily. “Just be nice, okay?”