Man of the House

We raced towards Mom's house, not knowing exactly what we were walking into. All we knew was that Mom was in trouble and it sounded like Aunt Brenda had managed to sneak a call in to warn us. Then, as if an outside source struck me with a wild thought, I quickly pulled over and came to an abrupt stop.

"What are you doing?" Sadie asked frantically.

"Something feels off," I said. "Does Ted own a gun or anything like that?" I asked.

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?" Sadie demanded. "Why are you asking this now?"

"Because, something doesn't seem right," I insisted. "Why would Aunt Brenda call from Mom's phone? Why would she urge us to come over and then just hang up? Why was she being so cryptic?"

"I don't know, Jade! You got the call, I didn't hear anything. You tell me!" she said almost angrily.

I took a deep breath, knowing she wasn't angry with me. She was scared for Mom's safety. Mom may have been naïve and turned a blind eye to what Ted was doing to Sadie, but she was still our mother. It's not completely her fault she married a guy who turned out to be a horny psycho! But the more I thought about Aunt Brenda's call, the more suspicious I became. It was as if Ted had coerced her into talking to me, saying just enough to get me to come to the house. My extremist imagination told me that he was setting us up to kill us all. It probably wasn't as serious as that, but things just weren't setting right with me.

"I get the feeling Ted is setting us up," I said. "Like Mom and Brenda succeeded in part of their plan, but got caught in the process and now he's trying to do something else to get..." I trailed off as I thought of the worst possible thing. "Like he's trying to leave you with no option but to be with him."

"What are you saying?" Sadie asked as I could tell she was starting to understand. Her question was half-rhetorical.

"I'm saying, what if Mom and Brenda were able to delete the recording, but he caught them just as it happened and now, he's trying to set a scene to make me look like the bad guy using our mother and her friend to cover my own ass so he can drag you off somewhere?" I asked.

"Jaden, I'm twenty-one, it's not like he can claim custody of me now," she reasoned.

"Yes, I know, but he's also obsessed with you," I told her. "When he was at our place, trying to get to you, he hardly looked at me and practically stared at you the whole time with this crazed look in his eyes. He's probably got a plan to get me and Mom out of the picture and coerce you into going with him somehow."

"I think you watch too many movies," Sadie shook her head.

She was probably right and I was overthinking the situation, but I also felt that it was better to be prepared for anything than to walk in blindly.

"Maybe I should leave you with Angel until I figure out what's going on," I suggested.

"What? NO! I'm going with you!"

"If you're not there, he can't use you against me," I argued.

"How would he do that?" she demanded.

"I know this is another insane scenario, but what if he somehow forces me to have to choose between you and Mom?" I asked her. "Both of you would tell me to choose the other."

Sadie stared at me and then lowered her gaze. "Yeah, we would," she sighed, finally seeing my point. "But what if he hurts one of you because I'm not there? I couldn't live with myself knowing that."

"I'd rather you live with guilt than not at all," I told her. "Guilt, I can help you through, the other option... There is no other option, Sadie."

Sadie sighed. "I'll call Angel, I guess," she said but then my phone buzzed again, the call coming through the Bluetooth of my car. It was Mom's number again.

I tapped the screen to answer. "Aunt Brenda?"

"Jaden, where are you? What's taking so long?" Aunt Brenda asked frantically.

"Where's Ted now?" I asked her.

"He's gone," she said. "Your mom is hurt, though, but she won't let me call for help. She's only letting me call you."

"Why are you using her phone?" I asked.

"Ted smashed mine," she growled. "Stupid fucker. We'd gotten a confession out of him that he was trying to get you out of the picture, but then he saw my phone recording on the coffee table. Stupid Instagram notification lit up the damn screen! We'd deleted the recording of the two of you already and were trying to get him to confess that he was trying to get you locked up so he could take your sister and mother far away from here. We had him, too, but then he smashed my phone," she explained.

"Why did you sound so hushed when you called earlier? You were rushing off the phone like you were about to get caught," I pressed further.

"Because I thought he was coming back! He hit your mom, she fell and hit her head on the coffee table and cut her forehead pretty bad, so he took off. I thought I heard a noise at the door, so I freaked out and hung up," she said. "I should have stayed on the line with you, I'm sorry, but I wasn't thinking straight."

"Where's Ted now?" I asked.

"I have no clue," Brenda said. "Hopefully his car is crashed in a fucking ditch somewhere. Just get here and help me with your mother."

"Okay, Aunt Brenda, we're on our way," I said and then hung up.

"That still sounds suspicious," Sadie said. "More suspicious than what you heard earlier."

"Maybe, but... Let's go check things out," I said, abandoning the idea of stashing Sadie with Angel.

I put the car back in gear and finished the drive to Mom's house. I drove past it a few times, scanning the street for Ted's Mustang, but it was nowhere to be found. I even went a couple streets over in either direction to make sure he really wasn't there, but no old, black Mustang anywhere.

"Satisfied?" Sadie asked irritated as I pulled into the driveway.

"I was just trying to be safe," I grumbled back at her.

We got out and hurried into the house. It was exactly as Brenda had described. The glass in the center of the coffee table was cracked and I saw the spots in the carpet where she'd bled from the obvious gash on her forehead that Brenda was patching up.

"She'll need stitches," Brenda said as we took a seat on either side of Mom on the couch while Brenda cleaned up her quick patchwork. "But that should take care of things until we can get her to the hospital."

"Before you kids freak out," Mom said. "What's done is done, you're safe from Ted's recording, and this was a small price to pay for how stupid I've been the past few years. I chose to look the other way as I'd suspected Ted of having an attraction to you, Sadie, even as a teenager."

Mom sighed remorsefully and then looked up at the ceiling, her face full of regret. "Baby, I'm sorry," she said to the air, hoping Dad could hear her. "Oh, if your father could come back, he'd kill me for letting that monster near us."

"Mom," I said gently. "You were grieving and extremely vulnerable. Dad had only been gone a few years when you met Ted and he took advantage of you. Even I was blind to him."

"You were already moved out, honey, you weren't able to see it," Mom corrected me.

"Yeah, well, I did see some weird things," I said. "Lingering looks as Sadie would leave the room, the way he'd show her more attention than you. Things like that. I was dumb and thought he was just trying to be a father figure to her, but really, he had other things in mind."

"Things like what you've done?" Brenda called me out.

I gaped at her and then nodded. "Yeah," I said. "He was jealous of me, I guess."

"Look," Brenda continued. "I may not approve of you two...being like this, but you're grown ass adults and you're not hurting anyone. Just...don't have kids together. There's a high risk of birth defects and deformities that happen with inbred babies."

We exchanged a look, realizing we hadn't thought of that. Brenda was an OB-GYN and has dealt with a lot of pregnancies. We seemed to read each other's mind when we both nodded, thinking it was something we could talk about later.

"Okay, Aunt Brenda," Sadie said. "We promise to be very careful."

"And if a surprise happens, you come to me, do you understand?" Brenda insisted. "I will... look the other way...sort of."

We nodded our understanding of the gravity of her advice. "Thanks, Aunt Brenda," I said.

"Kathy, I'm taking you to the hospital now," Brenda said adamantly. "You need that looked at. I can patch you up, but you need an ER doctor to stitch you up. We're also calling the police and filing a report against Ted."

Mom sighed. "Fine," she said as if finally giving in. "You win!"

"I'm not trying to win!" Brenda argued. "I'm trying to take care of you!"

Mom smiled at her. "I know you are," she said. "I just...when Mark was alive, we never had family drama. He shielded us from the craziness of our families when things would arise, and now...I've brought this on us."

"Kathy, this is not drama, this is fucking abuse!" Brenda insisted. "That psychopath needs to pay."

"Aunt Brenda," I interrupted their argument. "Get Mom to the hospital. Sadie and I will clean things up here."

"Call a carpet cleaning service in the morning to see if they can get the blood up," Mom said as Brenda helped her to her feet. "If they can't, I'm having the carpet removed and putting hardwood floors in finally."

I smiled, remembering how she and Dad used to bicker about the flooring in the living room. Dad always liked the softness of the carpet, but Mom preferred sweeping and mopping to vacuuming. Dad, being the financial provider, always won the argument.

I helped Mom into Brenda's car parked next to mine in the driveway and then Sadie and I returned to the house and began cleaning up the mess. However, as soon as we moved the coffee table, the cracks grew and the glass exploded onto the floor.

"Fuck!" Sadie said. "That scared the shit out of me."

"Are you okay? Did you get cut?" I asked concerned.

"No, I'm fine," she assured me. "Let's put this in the garage for now and then I'll vacuum the shit out of the carpet."

"I'll see if I can get the blood up a little," I said as we returned to the living room and then took out my phone to look up how to remove blood from carpet. "Hydrogen peroxide," I said mildly surprised at one of the simple suggestions. "Mom should have some of that, right?"

"Yeah, in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom," Sadie said, dragging the vacuum out of the closet.

I went to Mom's bathroom and found a bottle of the solution exactly where Sadie said it would be and then returned with a cold, damp washcloth. I poured a little of the stuff on a smaller spot and dabbed at the bloodstained carpet and watched as it began to come out. It was likely that the flooring would need to be replaced, though, as it wasn't bringing all of it up.

When Sadie couldn't hear pieces of glass coming up into the vacuum anymore, she turned it off and took a seat on the couch, watching me attack the bloodstains.

"It's not coming up is it?" she asked.

"Not completely, but a lot better than I was expecting," I told her. "Mom may finally get her hardwood floors in here!" I chuckled.

"Come here and take a break," Sadie insisted.

With a heavy sigh, I dropped the washcloth on the end of the sofa and placed the bottle of hydrogen-peroxide on the end table before plopping down next to Sadie.

"Here," she said and then got onto the back of the couch, spreading her legs for me. I grinned, looking at her barely covered pussy up her mini skirt. "No, not that," she giggled. "Later, once I've cleaned up down there for you. Sit with your back to me between my legs and I'll rub your shoulders."

"Oh, okay," I said and then slid in between her bent knees.

Sadie leaned forward onto my shoulders and began working them with her hands. I was shocked at her grip, but she was releasing all kinds of tension for me.

"You should go into massage therapy," I complimented her lazily as my ability to speak diminished.

"That's what I've been going to school for, dummy," she teased. "Did you forget?"

"I guess I did," I admitted. "I'm sorry, sis."

"That's okay," she said. "It took me a while to really figure out what I wanted to do with my life and when I met Angel at this club one night, she gave me the best massage."

"Oh really?" I said with a smirk.

Sadie gently slapped the back of my head. "Pervert," she said.

"Don't act like that massage didn't lead to other things," I said.

"Well, yeah, obviously it did. She's hot, I'm hot, we'd been flirting and dancing up on each other all night," she gave me a brief rundown of how they met, but I sensed her mood change as she must have been thinking about it.

I reached up to my shoulders and grabbed her hands, looking up at her above my head. "Hey, I'm sorry things ended like they did," I told her. "I'd understand if you'd want to go back to her."

Sadie leaned down and kissed me upside down, like Spider-Man and MJ. "I'm way more in love with you than I was with her," she assured me. "And before you get any cute ideas about a three-way with her, she's absolutely repulsed by dick. She barely even likes dildos. She's strictly fingers, tongues and pussies."

I cocked my head thoughtfully. "I can't argue with that," I said. "Whenever I watch lesbian porn, I look for the kind without toys. I mean, sometimes a strap-on is fun to watch, but I'm not always into watching that."

Sadie shook her head and rolled her eyes at me. "Boys," she said. "You know," she continued, her brain beginning to scheme, "we'd probably have a better shot with that cashier chick from the surf shop yesterday."

"Really?" I asked. "You think so?"

Sadie nodded. "I can call her later and see if she'd be up for a date with us or something," she suggested.

My cock twitched at the idea. The cute blonde definitely had a tight little body on her, but she'd flirted with Sadie, not me.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "She seemed more into you than me."

"She was, but she checked you out, too," Sadie told me. "When she said we were cute, she meant more than just because of how we were acting with each other. She actually thought we were cute."

I shrugged. "If you're up for it," I said.

"Oh, don't downplay it," Sadie scolded me playfully. "I think it'd be a blast. Especially if she's free the whole weekend. Could you imagine?"

Just as my cock began to rise at the thought of fucking Sadie and...whatever her name was...the door opened and we both whipped our heads around to see Ted standing there, his hair and clothes disheveled and his eyes crazed like he was high on something. The three of us froze for what seemed an eternity until I exploded off of the couch and rushed for the door. Ted turned and ran, but he was too slow. I caught him at the end of the driveway and slammed him into the back of my car, twisting his arm behind him. I marched him back inside and locked the door behind me. Ted staggered to a stop near where the bloodstains were. He even looked down to see that we'd been cleaning it up and then he held up his hands to me in defense.

"Jaden, please, think before you act," he tried to warn me.

"My mother is in the ER because of you, you sick son of a bitch," I said dangerously.

"That...that was an accident," Ted said.

"Bullshit," I called him out, taking slow, deliberate steps towards him. I didn't want to make any sudden moves just in case he was packing a weapon, though I hadn't noticed anything when I'd grabbed him and dragged him into the house. "You hurt her and then took off like a fucking coward."

"You're right, I was scared," he admitted. "Kathy and Brenda were forcing me to confess something that wasn't true."

"Yeah, what was that?" I asked, curious as to how he would answer, though we already knew the truth.

"That I wanted to rape your sister," he said. "I never wanted to do that."

"No, you just wanted me to submit to you like a good little girl, didn't you?" Sadie threw at him.

Ted hung his head in shame. "Yes, that's what I wanted, and that's all I was going to use that recording for. I just wanted something on you in case you falsely accused me of raping you," he said.

"You're lying," I said. "They told me exactly what they'd gotten you to confess before you smashed Aunt Brenda's phone. You're trying to get rid of me so you can take Sadie away from me and Mom."

Ted gritted his teeth. "Fucking bitch," he said under his breath.

"Here's where you fucked up, Ted," I said, beginning to really close the gap between us. "You're in my house, uninvited. The moment you harmed my mother or my sister, you became an unwelcomed guest. This house might legally be in my mother's name, but do you know who my father left his family to?"

Ted stared back at me without answering.

"Me," I said. "I'm the man of this house. And I'll give you ten seconds to leave before I put YOUR bloodstains in this carpet."

"Bullshit," Ted muttered.

"Ten..." I began to count down slowly. "Nine...Eight..."

Ted made a move for the door, but I stood in his way, continuing to count down.

"Five...Four..." I said, my face growing more and more menacing the closer I got to the end of my countdown. "Three...Two..." he made one more effort to run around me, but I swung my left hand around and caught him in the face, knocking him to the floor. "One," I said and then grabbed him by his dirty T-shirt and then slugged him once more in the face with my good hand this time. Then, my body full of adrenaline, I picked him up and shoved him against the wall. "If you ever come back around here," I threatened, "this will have been a love tap. Do you understand me?"

Ted swallowed in fear but was still too prideful to answer. I took his silence as understanding and then I took him under the arm and walked him to the door, shoving him onto the wide doorstep.

"Remember what I told you, Ted," I said as he glared up at me. "Don't ever come back. Not even for your stuff. We'll ship it to whatever address you want."

Ted got to his feet, clenching his fists. "This is my home!" he shouted.

"Not anymore, it's not," I said. "In fact, I'm moving back in at the end of the month. I'm going to have Mom add me to the deed, something, correct me if I'm wrong, she never did for you."

Ted gnashed his teeth at me, but his silence told me I was right. As much as Mom seemed to love Ted, she couldn't bring herself to put the house in his name with hers.

"Get the fuck out of here, Ted," I demanded.

Ted spit at my feet before turning and storming off to his muscle car, but I didn't budge until he drove away. I locked the door behind me and when I turned, Sadie was right there, her face a mix of emotions. One moment, she looked like she was about to cry grateful tears, the next, her face was full of love and adoration, but the one she settled on, was unbridled lust.

"Take me now," she commanded and I almost cut her off with my mouth on hers.

She jumped up and I caught her by her perfect ass as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her like that, as we fiercely made out, to her room and directly to her bed. When we were just a couple of steps away, I tossed her onto her soft mattress and watched her tits bounce in celebration as she landed. I quickly took off my shirt and she sat up and did the same with her thin, yellow top just as I rushed forward and planted my mouth onto hers again. She crawled backwards as we moved towards the head of the bed and then I laid down on top of her, mashing our bodies together as we continued to kiss passionately...lustfully...hungrily.

I slid my right hand down to her bubbly ass and lifted her mini skirt up as far as I could get it and she began to attack the belt on my shorts. There wouldn't be any foreplay. I think kicking Ted's ass a little was enough foreplay for her. Once my belt was unfastened and my shorts unbuttoned, I rolled off of her and we frantically removed our own clothing, desperate to get straight to business. As quickly as I heard my wallet and cell hit the floor, residing in the pockets of my shorts, I was on top of Sadie again, our bodies a tangle of limbs, our tongues wrestling fiercely in each other's mouth. Using just our abdomens, we lined my cock up with her sopping wet pussy and I drove myself deep into her. She gasped into my mouth and through her nose as if I hurt her, but then her body relaxed as if I'd just plugged up a dam of arousal. That wasn't true, though, as a split second later, she was lifting her hips up into mine and then I began to pump in and out of her, slowly increasing my strength and speed to match our desire for each other.