Mike walked up the driveway and saw that some lights were still on. With their parents away in Vegas for the long weekend, his sister, Barbara, must be still inside. That means her plans to go out must have fell through, leaving her moodier than usual. Having kissed his date Jodi, goodnight earlier, he had hoped she'd ask him in for coffee. No such luck. Being the fourth date, Mike was a little frustrated with the lack of sexual progression. Of course, he wasn't going to pressure her into anything, but being tall, well built, and a member of the college swimming team, he was fast losing patience with Jodi. He decided he would dust off his old tinder profile, and see what he could find.
Mike hung his jacket up and walked past the living room. Sure enough, Barbara was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone as the TV blared. She was wearing black, polyester, adidas track pants and a simple, grey t-shirt. Only a t-shirt, Mike suspected, noticing the easy way her breasts sat. Her silky brown hair flowed down the right side of her neck. The light from the phone smeared her face.
"Hey," Mike said, throwing his keys onto the table next to an empty beer bottle.
Barbara didn't reply, only briefly averted her gaze from the phone to acknowledge him.
"Bitch," Mike whispered as he entered the kitchen. He caught the reflection of himself in the window. He wore a wine-red t-shirt, blue jeans held up with a brown belt, and a pair of brown, leather boots to complete the cowboy look. He rubbed his goatee, deciding whether or not to shave it off. He grabbed two cold beers from the fridge, although he didn't know why he was bothering to get his sister one. Ok, her plans may have been scampered tonight, but the ungrateful bitch always seemed to be in a mood no matter what the situation, and Mike felt he bore an unfair amount of her shitty attitude. He often tried to cheer her up but was getting fed up of the futile attempts. What's with these fucking women? Mike reflected.
He put his sister's beer on the table and sank into the couch beside her. He watched her t-shirt strain against her tits as she reached over to grab it. She sipped; her eyes still glued to the phone.
"I think the phrase you're looking for is THANK YOU," Mike said.
"Wow! You brought a beer all the way from the kitchen. Big fucking deal," she replied.
Hot anger swelled in his chest and blazed up to his throat. He swallowed it back down, postponing the eruption.
"Shit, Barbara," he said. "You think you're the only one with problems in this world."
Barbara just smirked as she flicked through her phone. The cuntiness is incessant with you, Mike thought. He plucked the phone out of her hand and threw it across the room.
"What the FUCK, Mike!" she said as she tried to get up to retrieve it.
Mike grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her back onto the sofa. He was going to give her one more chance to treat him with some respect. Having pulled her a little closer, he noticed the foundation on her face. She must have given up on adding anything extra on hearing her night out had been cancelled. Barbara rubbed the little black dragon tattoo on her wrist. Her makeup didn't hide her rage. Mike easily deflected her punch to his arm.
"You want to talk, bro!" she shouted. "Ok, lets fucking talk. I'm a twenty-year-old girl, in her prime, and I'm stuck at home all fucking weekend. At least you got to go out, even if you didn't go all the way, judging by your early home time."
"Except it isn't just tonight, is it?" Mike responded. "You act like an entitled bitch no matter how well things are going for you. Maybe a weekend off is exactly what you need, give your body some time to recover!"
Barbara laughed sarcastically as Mike took a slug of beer. She fired back,
"You're such a prick, Mike. Maybe that's why you can't get laid after, what is it now? Three? Four dates? Pathetic."
Mike's face turned red with anger. His sister was a master at getting under his skin.
"Well, you're the one who turns into a raging bitch after one weekend without cock. You feel you're missing out? Ok, let me fix that for you."
Mike scrunched the hair at the back of her head. Barbara's eyes widened in shock. Her words were stifled as he plunged her face into his crotch and held it there for a few seconds. He let her spring back up. A stunned expression etched on her sullied face.
"Ow! she moaned, rubbing the back of her head. "What the fuck was that!"
"Putting some fucking manners on you, and doing what dad should have done years ago. I was teaching you a lesson. That's what."
Mike was still too angry to feel guilty. He averted his gaze from his sister's disheveled hair and turned up the TV.
"You know what, Barbara? Just get the fuck out of my sight! The football highlights are on soon, and this evening isn't going to be a total right off for me."
"Oh, so, you think you own the living room, do you?" she said.
Mike sat up, turned to her, and gave her the one-thousand-yard stare. She promptly backed down.
"Jeez, bro. OK, I'm sorry. I've never seen you this upset before."
"Just go," he said, shrugging her hand off his shoulder.
Mike wanted her to go away. Mainly because she was total witch, but also because he was having nasty thoughts about her. Shoving her face down into his private region felt way better than he imagined. His sister's giggling distracted him from his thoughts.
