All characters are 18 or older.
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"Fuck you, Bobby!" Bethany screamed at her brother.
"Fuck you, too!" He shouted back.
Although they were brother and sister, the pair couldn't have been any more different. Even though Bethany was now a nineteen year old college freshman, she was still just as stuck up as when she'd been in high school. She had been very popular with her shiny blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and perfect 36C chest, and she hadn't ever forgotten it. She was wearing a simple pair of cut-off short shorts and a black spaghetti strap tank top.
Bobby on the other hand was a typical eighteen year old slacker, a senior in high school. While he always completed his assignments, he did so with very little passion and much preferred to just lay around the house and relax. While Bethany was relatively short, only 5'5', he towered over her at 5'11". He had shaggy, unkempt brown hair and hazel eyes. He was clad in a simple white t-shirt and pair of blue jeans.
"Give me my fucking phone, you twat!" Bethany shouted, lunging at her brother.
Bobby simply laughed, holding it high out of her reach, keeping his arm extended straight into the air above his head.
"Ask nicely," he suggested.
"I swear to God, Bobby, if you don't give me my phone!" She threatened, still shouting.
The front door swung open suddenly, and in came their mother, Shirley.
Shirley was only in her mid 40s, but in great shape. She had the same blonde hair and blue eyes as her daughter, and was about the same height, but curvier. The major difference though was her breasts, which were substantially bigger 38DD's. They were barely held back by the floral-pattern sundress she was wearing. Her legs were clad in sheer black stockings, and on her feet were a pair of sensible white two-inch pumps.
"Mom!" Bethany pouted, "Bobby is being a dick! He won't give me my phone!"
Shirley sighed and rolled her eyes. She tossed her keys on the table and crossed her arms over her chest, staring at her offspring.
"You two still fight like children. Aren't you
ever
going to grow up?" She asked with a sigh.
"It's his fault. He's such a lazy asshole and he just loves to fuck with me and press my buttons!" Bethany shouted.
"It's not my fault you get worked up so easily. And if you weren't being so annoying on this thing I might give it back. All you do is talk about dick with your girlfriends."
"That is
not
true! You prick!" Bethany's cheeks were turning red.
"Enough!" Shirley suddenly shouted. She walked over, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and grabbed Bobby's arm. She yanked it down and pried the phone from his hand.
Bethany smiled triumphantly, holding out her hand while simultaneously sticking her tongue out at her brother. To her surprise though, Shirley slid the phone into her purse.
"No. I'm sick of this. Both of you, upstairs now! Go to my room while I think. I'll be there shortly. And if I hear a peep out of either one of you, you'll regret it."
Bobby and Bethany stared daggers at each other but nevertheless ascended the stairs in silence, making their way to Shirley's room. Bobby opened the door and feigned a polite curtsy, allowing Bethany to enter first. She rolled her eyes and walked into the bedroom, leaning against the dresser. Bobby sauntered over to the bed and fell back onto it, folding his hands under his head and staring at the ceiling, whistling happily.
Bethany stared at her brother, narrowing her eyes.
"You are so goddamn annoying," she whispered.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch it," he replied with a grin, clearly trying to egg her on.
"Fucking asshole," Bethany sighed, rolling her eyes once more.
She began to absentmindedly pick at her nails, which were painted a vibrant hot pink. She shook her head, wanting nothing more than to punch her brother in the mouth. Bobby just continued to lay on the bed, whistling jovially just to aggravate Bethany.
Downstairs, Shirley paced back and forth in the living room, thinking. Her children had fought for ages, and she thought maybe once Bethany had started college the battles would wane, but every time she came home for a visit they seemed to pick right back up from where they left off. Bobby absolutely loved to annoy her, but she didn't make it any better by being extremely combative to anything he said or did.
She was at her wits end. She was tired of the fighting, the constant bickering and yelling. She had had her fill of that with her husband, their father, before eventually getting a divorce several years prior. Thinking back to her husband though, a sudden idea struck her.
She hadn't been with anyone since her divorce. She hadn't even gone on a single date. She spent many nights alone locked in her bedroom, quietly self-medicating so that her children wouldn't hear. For the first time in her life though, she began to think of them as adults.
Though Bobby had a rather shaggy appearance, he was still devilishly handsome, just as his father had been. And Bethany was every frat boys' dream; long blonde hair, blue eyes, slender figure, perfectly smooth skin and breasts. She stopped pacing and looked down, deep in thought. What she was beginning to consider was wrong, and she knew it. But at the same time, perhaps it was just what her kids needed to start getting along. With a deep breath, she made up her mind and began climbing the stairs.
Upon entering her bedroom, she gave both of her children a firm look and pointed to the foot of the bed.
"Both of you on your feet, right there, now."