(General Warning: No ages are mentioned in this story. Therefore, let it be known that everyone is 18 or older.)
Chapter 4- More Homework For Tim
"Tim!" My mother screamed as she slammed the front door of our late 1970s split-level two-story home, "Timothy Leon Rogers!"
I could hear Mom's fury in how she stomped her way up the stairs to my room. As the youngest and only son of my parents. My room was the smallest and closest to my parent's master bedroom. From the front door, Mom stomped up a half flight of stairs to the living room then up a second half flight of stairs with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Mom marched down the hallway where her master bedroom and master bathroom were on the left. On the right side of the hallway was Desiree's room, and then my room with a shared "Jack & Jill" bathroom.
"Uh-ohhh! Sounds like you've fucked up little brother!" Desiree chortled from her room.
Desiree is one of my older sisters. She's two years older and thinks that makes a world of difference somehow. She treats me like shit simply because she can. Tonight, she was lying on her bed in nothing but a tank top t-shirt and white thigh-high socks when I passed by her bedroom earlier.
This is how it has been with her ever since she was twelve. She comes home from school or work and immediately marches to her room and strips naked, or nearly so. It depends on her mood. However, she never wears panties, not even to school or work. Today she was wearing a mini-skirt short enough to show the bottom inch-and-a-half of her ass cheeks. Who am I to judge though, I stare at her ass just as hard as every other male that sees her.
No one calls her out on her shit either because she is drop-dead gorgeous. A fiery-haired vixen just like our mother, with hip-length curly and coiling hair. She has auburn eyes wreathed in long, thick, fiery-red eyelashes and eyebrows, and her skin is a flawless milk-white. Her shoulders are broad, her ribs V down to a waspishly small waist while her breasts are massive G-cups that hang in perfect elongated circles. The way they sit on her chest is like a huge upside-down heart. Her belly is the perfect mix of slim and curvy with a perfect teardrop navel. Speaking of which, her navel rides high on her belly giving her lower belly a slight roundness that sweeps out to broad hips and a thick, round, bubble butt also shaped like an upside-down heart. And, I just so happen to know that, unlike our mother, Desiree has had every flame-red pubic hair from her ass to her pubic mound permanently removed. She is now as soft and smooth down under as a newborn babe.
You know these things whether you want to or not when you live one room over, and share a bathroom with a bipolar bitch who takes delight in being naked and teasing you with her body. Only, it is always a toss-up as to whether she is going to be pissed or incestuously flirty when I come across her. It has never mattered that she parades around the house naked, or nearly so, in front of her sisters, brother, and mother. It is still somehow my fault for being in our home when she's decided to go to the kitchen for a snack or watch a show on the television with nothing on. Still, that's when she is in a bad mood. When she is in a good mood she is as likely to come and sit beside me and cuddle like nothing in the world is amiss, jump on my lap and grind her pussy against the crotch of my pants, or even sit on my face and make me sniff her pussy and lick her lubrication from her outer labia. However, I better not go any deeper than licking her outer labia. So, this is how I can imagine her now laying on her belly on her bed doing homework or doodling in an art book or writing in her journal with her legs spread open in a V and kicking her feet idly. She may have even stopped kicking with one foot, leaving it in the air while the other is on the bed. Either way, her ass and pussy are no doubt fully exposed.
"Mom's had it with you. I think she's going to cut your balls off and feed 'em to you!"
"If she does, then I hope she shoves them up your ass!" I replied.
I was hunched over my desk, working on my latest original character when suddenly my sister burst into my room, stomped up beside my desk, and thrust her hand between my legs. Grabbing my dick and balls, she started squeezing as she snarled, "What the fuck did you just say to me?"
Desiree is as bad-tempered as Mom and meaner. Squeezing my dick, she hissed, "Come on little dick! Come on! I dare you! Say it again!"
She squeezed my balls until I was sure they were about to pop. My eyes were watering. My hands were shaking. My breathing became a pant. However, for some reason, my dick was getting hard!
Desiree's sneer turned predatory as she looked down and growled, "Oh my god! You disgusting freak! Are you getting hard from your sister grabbing your dick and balls?!"
Turning my head to look into her beautiful auburn eyes glinting with malice and wreathed by flames of long red lashes, I growled, "I said, go get fucked in the ass, whore!"
Just then Mom slammed my bedroom door open like a god-awful Mistress of Doom. She took in the scene. One look at Desiree. One look at me, and she growled, "Get the fuck out of Tim's room, Desiree!"
The only person Desiree feared in our house was our mother. So, she released my dick and balls. She blushed as she took a hasty step back and pushed past Mom into our shared bathroom. Just as she passed, Mom put a hand on Desiree's arm, stopping her in her tracks before growling, "If you ever touch my son's dick and testicles again I'll hog tie you to your bed naked and whip your ass for a week. Do you understand me?"
"Perfectly," Desiree hissed through clenched teeth before shooting a glare in my direction, obviously blaming me for Mom's censure of her behavior.
'Oh god!' I moaned inwardly, 'It's going to be worse now!'
Desiree. Giselle. Leana. They all thought I was Mom's favorite. Nothing could be further from the truth. I don't think Mom likes any of us. However, that's what they believed and that is all that matters.
Desiree was a bitch, a bully, and physically abusive, and now that Mom had confirmed, as far as she was concerned, her suspicions that I was indeed Mom's favorite, I could see the hate and hostility in her beautifully harsh auburn eyes. There wasn't a desire to kill me per se, but rather a resolve to make my life as miserable as possible. Oh god, my life in this nightmarish household was going to get worse! I wasn't sure how Desiree would do it, all I know is, that she would do it one way or another.
"Fine! I won't touch your precious boy!" Desiree verily spat as she snatched her arm out of Mom's fingers, leaving four lines of claw marks on her arm before stomping through the bathroom to her room and slamming her door!
With Desiree gone, Mom closed both the bathroom and my bedroom doors. Then, she turned on me like a pink-skinned demoness with a blue-glowing aura of flame surrounding her body. Her hair was a fiery mane that seemed to whip and swirl like it had a life of its own, and her eyes were glowing fiery green orbs wreathed in long, thick, flame-red eyelashes. Mom was intoxicatingly beautiful but also just as fear-inspiring. It was a shame really that she was such a flaming bitch!
