The move down to her college was a pain in the ass. Kerry didn't want to get rid of anything and I was willing to see it all burn for all I cared. We did our best to split the difference and stuffed what we could into our mother's SUV and my car. We still needed to rent a U-Haul, but we managed to get it all in only two trips.
I found a decent apartment with two rooms a few miles away from her university and we moved in, stuffing all the extra crap in every nook we could. We set up both rooms as if we were going to live in them, but she stayed in my bed every night. Things started off good, with her doing surprisingly well on her finals as the semester ended.
Now I was sitting in the tiny space that passed for our living room fuming. It was after one in the morning and I was loosing it. My fingers were traveling over each other in a desperate bid to alleviate some of my need to touch her, feeling the smooth fingernails that were starting to shine from constant polishing. I bit my lip hard, over and over again as I thought about the silken feel of Kerry's skin against mine, so long denied. I was staring at myself in the blank television screen, seeing a darker but no less pissed off version staring back.
I hadn't been able to spend any time with Kerry for three days now and I couldn't deal with it anymore. My job, the usual nine to five crap, kept me away during the day when she was there. By the time I got home she was out with her friends doing whatever it is college kids do during the summer break. I had to go to bed early enough to get up to make it to work so I wasn't awake when she crawled into bed with me late at night. She even managed to find reason to be gone most of the weekends as well. That wasn't the worst of it though.
Dave. That was the worst of it. Her boyfriend Dave. That's right, she still had a boyfriend. The same one she'd told me about sucking off. That Dave. I hated him, but she wouldn't dump him.
He was a nice enough kid, or so it seemed when he was around me. Truth be told, all I knew about him was what Kerry told me and she positively fawned over him. She insisted she wouldn't cheat on me with him, but I couldn't bring myself to believe her. She'd told me herself that he expected sex from her. How could she expect me to believe that would just go away all of a sudden?
I had finally decided to stay up and wait for her. It was a pretty easy decision though, it was a Friday night. With no reason to get up early in the morning I could sit and wait for my sister to get back for as long as necessary. Unfortunately that just meant I could stew in my own frustration and rage just as long.
Finally I heard her working the key into the lock of our door, giggling loudly and taking several tries to get it unlocked. She poured into the short hall between my kitchen and the closet, stumbling a bit as she continued to laugh. I just ground my teeth and held my silence as I watched her, my hands separating to grip the armrests in a tight hold.
Kerry looked drunk, but I wasn't too sure. She was flushed and way too happy, but maybe she'd just had fun dancing all night. I hated the idea of my sister being one of those crazy drunk chicks that flashed people randomly at clubs. She was supposed to be better than that.
She dropped her purse from her shoulder into the closet and kicked off her heeled shoes, turning to laugh over her shoulder at someone who wasn't inside yet. I was ready to kill someone if it was Dave coming home with her. To my surprise, a tall blonde girl giggled her way into my apartment behind my sister, her face bright with mirth.
The girl looked pretty good from where I sat, thin but curvy with the classic build of a mature woman. She had big tits and what looked to be a round full ass and I could tell she knew all of that and more. She was essentially the opposite of Kerry and I felt my face contort into a look of disapproval. I wanted her gone before I just let it out on my sister.
They lurched together out of the hallway and into the living room, not seeing me right away as they collapsed together on the couch still giggling. I waited for one of them to notice me but they just kept right on laughing together.
"What's so funny?" I asked and they both gave little yelps of surprise as I made my presence known. I was too pissed off not to glare at them both and Kerry's face flashed with fear as she took in my look.
"Ah, nothing Jay. I didn't see you there." Kerry blurted as she studied my face.
"And yet here I am." I growled back. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, um this is, um, Beth." She said and I wondered how well she knew the girl if she couldn't remember her name. "Beth, this is Jay. He's my brother."
"Yeah, you told me. Nice to meet you Jay." She smiled wide and drew her eyes over me before looking down and to the side to study my sister's hands in her lap.
"Did you guys have fun?" I asked, my voice still harsh with anger.
"Ye...yeah. We uh, we went dancing." Kerry responded and Beth looked up at me with bright blue eyes.
"Your sister is crazy! She was dancing for like, hours and I couldn't even keep up!" Beth let her words tumble out in a rush that was so fast it took me a few seconds to understand it all.
"Well she is a dancer."
"Yeah, that's one way to put it. You should have seen the boys drooling over her all night!" Kerry looked away in embarrassment and I scowled deep at her friend. "Oh, you probably don't want to hear about that though."
"No, go ahead. Tell me about the boys." I was on the verge of loosing it as I imagined the worst. It didn't seem very likely that my sister would go fuck some random guy from a club but the thought still spun wildly through my head.
"Well, they were constantly trying to dance with her. I had a few too, but damn she was so sexy they were like, all over her!" My hands tightened painfully on the armrests but she didn't notice and went on. "I mean, I know she has a boyfriend and all but she could have had anyone at the club tonight. It was crazy!"
"Sounds it," I grated out and Kerry did her best to shush her friend.
"Beth why don't you head home. It's kinda late and..."
"Ah, do I have to? I was just getting to know your brother." She smiled wide at me and I wondered how she couldn't see the anger that was bubbling in me.
"Yeah. I think Jay wants to go to bed soon and we aren't gonna be very quiet if you stay so..." Kerry paused to lead Beth to the inevitable conclusion but the girl refused to follow.
"Huh. What do you think Jay?" She appealed to me, no doubt certain that I would want to fuck her enough to have her stick around.
"I think you've had your fun for the night and should probably leave." I barely managed not to yell at her. Her face fell and she frowned deep as she looked between my sister and me. After a moment that she dragged out as long as possible she finally stood up from the couch.
"Alright. Sorry to over stay my welcome. I'll see ya tomorrow Kerry." She said as she made her way out of the apartment.
"I'll call." Kerry answered and Beth just nodded as she disappeared through the door. "You didn't have to be an asshole Jay."
"I'm starting to think I should have been an asshole a long time ago." I growled back and she squirmed in her seat before answering.
"What's wrong? Why are you so pissed off?"
"Why the fuck do you think?" My voice climbed to just under a yell. "I haven't seen you for three days and it was four days before that!"
"Jay..."
"Don't give me the 'I'm busy' bullshit! It's summer, you don't have any responsibilities and yet you can't at least wait to see me in the evening before you go out!" I was full on yelling now but she weathered it well, not even shrinking from me.
"Jay! I have friends! I can't just ignore them. They would be suspicious if all I wanted to do was stay home with my brother." She explained just as she had so many times before.
"I don't give a fuck about your friends!" I screamed at her and she finally broke under the pressure.
