Disclaimer
: Everyone in the story is 18 years old or older at all points. A resemblance to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental.
Authors Notes:
This story is part of the Family story universe but is a stand-alone series.
I would like to thank my partner in crime, my editor-in-chief, Goofy, for all the hard work making each of these stories possible.
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Before I met my husband, there was a time when I was a little bit, let's call it wild. There were a lot of reasons for it. Some I lay at my parent's' feet. I'm not saying that they were terrible parents per se, but they were very strict, and my mom and I fought almost constantly since the time I turned eight.
Anyway, I was at home, lying on my bed, the phone cord stretched as far as it would go. Yes, this was before cell phones were affordable. We had a single phone in the house, in the kitchen, with a long cord attached to the handset. It was one of the few arguments I won, only because I paid the phone bill.
"Hey, Slut."
"Mom and Dad fly out of town Friday for some stupid adults-only weekend getaway. I told them I'm an adult too and would love a couple of days on the beach, but they said it was just for 'real' adults, not children who happen to be twenty. Assholes."
I was listening to my cousin Mia vent about her parents and the weekend getaway they were taking. She wanted my sympathy or something, and I was having a hard time giving it to the girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Hell, the only vacation I had been on in the entire twenty years of my life was when someone died. I guess it's pretty fucked up that I consider going to a funeral a vacation from my everyday life. I know it will give me something to talk to my therapist about later in life if we run out of mommy and daddy issues.
"It sounds terribly unfair," I said, twisting my long black hair around my fingers while I stared at the ceiling.
"I know. But I did manage to talk them into dropping me off at Lindsay's house for the weekend. She said you can come over too. It will be like old times!" Mia exclaimed, excited at the prospect of a sleepover.
Lindsay and Mia were best friends before Mia's parents moved away. Since then, they have tried to stay in touch, but the visits had been infrequent.
I thought Lindsay was a little shy and naive, while Mia could be a bitch and was always into some kind of mischief, but for some reason, they clicked as friends.
"I will ask Mother if I can. No promises. She doesn't exactly like Lindsay's parents," I told Mia, setting the stage for me not showing up. I missed Mia badly, but my mother can be a bitch about letting me go anywhere they aren't.
"I'm sure you can get an overnight pass from the Warden," Mia chuckled, using her nickname from my mother.
"Abigail! It's time for dinner," my mother screamed from the other room.
"Speak of the devil," I relayed, dismayed, standing up.
"Talk later. Love you," I said, my finger ready to end the call.
"Love you too," Mia said as I hung up.
To my surprise, I asked Mother, and she said I could go, so I drove over to Lindsay's house Friday night.
I parked on the street and walked to the door, noticing a Harley parked in the driveway.
Dylan must be over
, I thought.
Dylan was a big, scary-looking biker. At six foot four, he towered over his girlfriend, Sam, Lindsay's older sister. They made a cute couple, though. He was all burly with short black hair and a lot of tats, and Sam was a short (little over five feet), blue-eyed, blonde, petite woman with freakishly large breasts for her frame.
Lindsay said Sam's breasts were natural. Since I hadn't seen them firsthand, I had to take her word for it.
One thing most people didn't know about Dylan. The guy was one of the nicest people on the planet and would do anything for you. Just don't mess with Sam, her family, Mia, and, of course, me.
I walked into the house without knocking and smiled at Kathy, Sam, and Lindsay's mom. Sam favored her mother. They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.
"Hi, Mom," I waved as I climbed the stairs. I had called her mom since I was seven or so. It made her happy and seemed to piss off my mother.
"Hey, sweetie," Kathy said, looking up from her book with a smile. "Heard you girls are planning a sleepover."
I stopped on the third stair.
"Yeah, just like old times," I said, leaning over the railing to look at her.
"Well, you girls have fun, and if you need me, I'll be around for a little while," she said as she returned to her book.
I started up the stairs when she called out to me.
"Oh, by the way, no boys and no booze," Kathy matronly stated without looking up from her book.
"Awwww, Mom," I moaned with a smile.
"Don't 'Awwww, Mom' me," Kathy said, looking up at me. Her face was stern, but her eyes were smiling.
I took it to mean, 'I had better not catch you doing it,' not that it was strictly forbidden.
I smiled, went upstairs, and saw Lindsay's Dad, Dan, on his knees cleaning the toilet in the hall bathroom.
"Hi, Dan," I stopped at the doorway. Lindsay took after her dad. He was tall, with dark hair thinning on top.
"Oh, hi, Miss Abigail," Dan jumped, startled. He quickly recovered and smiled up at me.
I think Dan was born and raised in the South. I noticed that he addressed everyone as either a mister or a miss. I always got a kick out of being addressed that way. It made me feel grown up when I was a kid. Now, it was just part of who Dan was. I tried to call him dad once. He freaked out and, with a very red face, said I mustn't do that again. I guess he was worried about my father and his temper.
"How have you been?" Dan inquired, still on his knees.
"Doing well. My parents are a pain in the ass, but you already know that."
"How are things with you?"
Looking at the spotless bathroom, "I am so happy to see you helping with the housework. My dad makes my mom do everything."
"Things have been good here, and I am always happy to help with anything my Lady Wife needs," Dan smiled at the praise.
Not for the first time, I thought about how weird Dan and Kathy's relationship was. Kathy seemed to run things and have fun while Dan did all the work.
"Why don't you go see Miss Lindsay? I think she is expecting you," Dan said, glancing back at the toilet, clearly wanting to get back to cleaning.
"Okay, see you later, Dan."
"Bye, Miss Abigail," Dan meekly replied as he turned away and continued cleaning.
Not for the first time, I wondered why Kathy and Dan married. They were complete opposites in almost every way. Shrugging, I went to Lindsay's room and pushed the door open.
This is one of the times I wished I had knocked.
For starters, Lindsay and Mia were not in the room. For some reason, Dylan and Sam were lying on the bed, both topless, with Sam on top.
