A few months later, the world as Mary knew it bore little resemblance to the way it was before that fateful night when Greg Mullin came into the bedroom and took liberties with the chubby 18 year old.
That night set forth a series of events that affected a number of people, some for the better and some for the worse. Mary's lifelong friend Brianna Mullin, Greg's daughter, was one of those affected most drastically, and only time will tell the end result.
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Chapter One: Brianna at 19.
Brianna looked around the sparsely furnished apartment that she had just moved into a few days earlier. She had moved in with her new roommate, who was getting dressed for work. Her roommate was her employer, who was responsible for her getting the job, as well as the apartment.
The roommate had also staked her to the apartment she had just moved from, which had been located in the same complex. The first apartment was a studio, but when he told her that things had changed and whether she would mind if he moved in with her, she couldn't say no.
It wasn't like she had any options. Like the book said, you can't go home again, and in this case it was because the Mullin house had a FOR SALE sign on the lawn. For sale by her mother's real estate firm, and still available the last time she went by.
Her mother was shacked up with some dude from Sri Lanka or Dubai or someplace else that Bree had never heard of. Maybe that was Mom's new motto; Buy a house from me and I'll shack up there and fuck you. It didn't matter to Brianna, because it wasn't like they were on speaking terms or anything.
Mom had taken a dim view of what had been going on under her nose at the Mullin residence, Bree recalled, not that deal old Mom had been there much to begin with. Too busy fucking every Tom, Dick and Reggie, as it turned out.
It wasn't the fact that her mother had caught Brianna fucking Mary's father that set everything in motion, according to Gerry, and he said that Mom had been watching the two of them going at it that afternoon besides. She even made a pass at Gerry too while she was showering, according to him, and that sounded like something right up her alley.
Guess it was the other thing, Bree reasoned. Dumb drunk Dad had to run his mouth off and screw everything up. From what Brianna could gather, after Mom had found out that he had been fucking Mary, she tore into him when he got home that very evening after Brianna and Mr. Koutusis were witnessed in action.
"You sick fucker!" Brianna remembered her mother screaming at her father when he came home from work expecting dinner instead of a brawl. "How could you screw her? If you have to fuck something, why a little girl?"
Brianna guessed that Dad must have had a few drinks on the way home, because he was apparently confused. Maybe he thought that Tracy had said "your" little girl, because he panicked and started alibiing and babbling.
"It wasn't my fault," Greg had yelled back. "She was the one who started it."
"An 18 year old girl came on to you?" Tracy scoffed. "Bullshit."
"It only happened a couple of times," Greg protested, not mentioning the fact that the only reason it had stopped was because Brianna had grown frustrated with his inability to get it up for her.
"Gerry Koutusis said you've been fucking her for months, and right in this damn house to boot!" Tracy screeched.
Brianna recalled less than fondly her father looking at her in horror just as she came into the hallway to find out what the yelling was about.
"How did Gerry Koutusis know? How could you, Bree?" Dad asked Brianna. "What did you do, blabbermouth? Tell Mary?"
It was like being in the middle of an Abbott and Costello routine, Brianna soon discovered, and by the time she figured things out, the snowball was already rolling down the mountain.
"Dad, I didn't say anything to anybody about anything!" Brianna screamed, but Dad was going off.
"Tell your mother how it was," Greg Mullin whined. "You were the one that came on to me! I didn't even want to do it with you. Mary was the one I wanted!"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Greg?" Tracy yelled in confusion before the light bulb went on over her head. "You don't mean? Oh come on! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Mom kept looking back and forth at her husband and her daughter as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what was going on.
"Besides fucking Mary Koutusis, you had sex with your own daughter as well, you pervert?"
"Just a few times," Dad whimpered. "Come off it, Tracy. If we had an 18 year old son instead of a daughter, you would be gobbling his cock every night while tucking him in. You fuck everything with a pulse, you slut!"
Tracy Mullin flew at her husband, swinging wildly with all her might, scratching and clawing at her retreating husband in between raining blows all over him. Dad went tumbling down the steps, crashing unceremoniously into the door at the entrance, and in his only wise move of the day Greg Mullin scrambled to his feet and flew out the door.
Tracy then turned to her daughter, and started in on her, but Brianna wasn't in the mood for any of that.
"And you, you fucking little whore!" Tracy hissed. "What kind of a slut are you?"
"It's in the genes, bitch," Brianna spat, easily sidestepping her mother as she charged blindly at her.
"Think twice Mom!" Brianna shouted a few seconds before she got charged again, and when Tracy failed to heed her warning Bree's short right to the head knocked her mother down like she was shot.
"Get out of this house, you pig," Tracy hissed, wiping the blood from the cut above her eye.
Brianna packed her stuff and left as fast as she could, even though she had nowhere to go. That evening she got a guy from school to let him sleep in the basement of his parents house in exchange for a blow job, but Bree knew that she had to find something more permanent, so even though it burned her to do it, she went to Mary's house.
Mary wasn't home, but her parents were. Brianna felt creepy there with Mary's mother, but tried to treat Mary's father just like she always had before so his wife wouldn't catch on, but it wasn't easy. All she could think about, strangely enough despite all the turmoil in her life at that moment, was Gerry's cock.
Gerry seemed to feel the same way, and after Brianna told Mr. and Mrs. Koutusis her tale - minus the part about her exploits with her Dad and Gerry of course - Gerry offered to help the poor girl out. After making a couple of calls, Gerry told his wife that he had found Brianna a place to stay until everything blew over, and volunteered to drive her there.
"Sorry about all this," Gerald said as he drove Brianna and her suitcase over to this apartment complex where a friend of his had a furnished little studio available.
"Just for now, until you figure out what you want to do," Gerald said as he drove across town.
"I know what I want to do," Brianna said. "I wanna fuck you."
"That sounds like an excellent idea," Gerry rasped as Brianna reached over and began grabbing at his groin, trying to pull his rubbery hose out of his pants. "We're here though."
"Hurry," Brianna told Gerald as he went into the manager's office, and she found it difficult to endure having the guy show them the apartment, because there was only one things she could think of.
