A sleeping game turns serious for Lydia and Benji
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells
Love is both a shield and a sword
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My Mom was a bitch ... a dominating, humiliating, denigrating bitch. Dad took it for two decades, but finally had his fill. One day when I was thirteen, he fled the house. He came home in the middle of a work day, packed up and moved across town. Mom beat him up in the divorce, pretty much the same way she beat him up all their married life.
There were five of us in the family at that time: mom and dad (Lydia and Joseph Corbett), my older brother Chris, then my sister Bianca and finally the youngest, me - Benji. Mom ruled our family. My sister Bianca didn't have any problems with that. Mom loved her. She got the best of everything and grew up to be just like Mom. As far as I could tell, my sister was the only person Mom was nice to - the rest of the world, including us, received her wrath.
My older brother, Chris, got out when he was nineteen - sort of. He went to college out of state and met a woman worse than Mom. She treated him like a slave. At the wedding, Mom and Chris's wife went at it and we never saw Chris again, though Chris and I kept up a clandestine e-mail contact.
That left me.
The thing was, from my earliest memories, Mom and I had fought. For some freaky reason, I never knuckled under to her. When I was young, I had tantrums until she gave up. As I got older, I fought her with sarcasm. When she punished me, I found creative ways to resist. In seventh grade, Mom decided that I was personalizing my clothing too much (I was emulating Bianca), so she boxed up all my old clothes and made me dress like a dork.
I snuck into the bathroom before homeroom, stripped down to my underwear, threw away my clothes and went to class. When my teacher, somewhat aghast, asked me where my clothes were I told her my Mother wouldn't give me anything fit to wear. The Vice-Principle at my school called Mom at work - she was Vice Principle at the local High School back then - and she had to come and get me.
To say she was furious would have been an understatement. She took me home, made me dress again, and then started driving me back to school. Half way there, I began stripping. She insisted that I was going to go to school dressed as I was. I informed her there were plenty of trashcans about the place. In retrospect, I was amazed she didn't strangle me.
We fought that evening until Dad got home. She jumped on him, telling Dad it was all his fault. He tried to mediate, explaining that all I wanted to do was have the freedom of choice Mom offered Bianca - she was only two years older than me. She blew up at Dad, berating him in front of us three kids. It was hardly shocking, since it happened all the time, nor were we surprised that he soon left forever.
That night, Mom had Chris and Dad take everything out of my room but my bed. Once she thought she was one up on me and had left me in peace, I snuck over to Chris's room and asked to use his computer. I told him that Mom hadn't said I 'couldn't' use it, so he grinned and let me on for an hour. The next morning, she had the VP meet me coming off the bus, but I was one step ahead.
I had tossed my clothes out of the window on the way there. This kind of struggle pretty much went on for the next seven years. I never gave an inch. Mom took her anger over the divorce out on me. When Chris was gone for good, things got even worse. Not that she needed an excuse. To add to my problems, Bianca began piling it on me when Dad left, too.
When Bianca began belittling me when we were in high school at the same time, I countered by referring to her as the 'conceited cunt' in person and on the phone to her friends. Once, she decided to get back at me by jumping me with some of her friends at home when I was coming out of the shower with a towel around my waist.
My cock wasn't going to earn me the name
Tripod
, but I have plenty to be proud of down there. The friends and Bianca all started to mock me, but then they saw what I was packing and stopped. Next they began giggling and whispering to one another, all except Bianca who seemed stunned. I shrugged, walked back to my room naked and slammed the door shut.
Bianca told Mom that I 'flashed' her friends. Despite the absurdity of the accusation, she believed Bianca, so I lost internet privileges for a week. I got back at Bianca by giving her a diarrheic in her soda before her hot date that Friday night. She came home early and, while she suspected me, she couldn't prove anything.
Those experiences pretty much led up to the weekend when Bianca brought her year-long boyfriend, Todd, home from college to meet Mom. One look in his eyes and I could tell this wasn't his idea. Mom and Bianca talked about him like he was a prize cut of meat. He was relatively intelligent and complemented my sister's good looks, the latter of which was what I thought my sister saw in him.
We were all downstairs in the basement, with Mom and Bianca talking at the bar while Todd and I sat on the sofa watching something on Natural Geographic (it was 'safe' to watch). I noticed Todd sigh quietly.
"What's wrong, Todd?" I asked softly.
"Oh, just a lot to take in," he grinned weakly.
"This was Bianca's idea, wasn't it?" I queried.
"Ummm - yes," he confessed. "Not that I mind."
"Dude, it is not going to get better," I warned him.
"What?" he blinked.
"Oh yeah, she's going to freaking take over your life. Forget doing anything you want to do," I cautioned him. "You've met her Mother, you know what she's like now, so get out while you can."
"What? Seriously?" he mumbled.
"Oh, absolutely," I sighed. "They ruined my Father and older brother. I'm only hanging around until I graduate college, then I'm out of here too. At least I'm getting out under my own power and not fleeing in desperation."
"Bianca has another brother? I know you have a Father - she says he abandoned your family years ago," he informed me.
"Nope. Dad lives right across town," I chuckled softly. "I see him occasionally. As for our brother; his name is Chris and he married a woman worse than Mom and Bianca. She treats him like a dog, or did last time we talked."
"You're not pulling my leg, are you?" he worried. "Bianca says you are a brat."
"I'll let you make up your own mind about that," I shrugged. "I thought I would warn you before you make the worst mistake of your life. Trust me, no pussy is worth it, if you end up becoming a member of this family."
Bianca interrupted further conversation between Todd and me, but Mom and Bianca spent the rest of the day reinforcing the warning I had given him. After dinner, he informed Bianca they were going out for the evening. Bianca nixed that idea, Todd insisted and Mom and Bianca ganged up on him. Todd got up from the table angrily.
"Damn," Todd threw up his arms, "Benji was right about you two. I'm out of here." He grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the place. Bianca ran after him. I didn't admire Todd's timing, or phrasing, but I accepted his choice to avoid his fate by running away.
"What did you do?" Mom spun on me.
