All characters in the story are 18 and above. This is a story of incest between a brother and a sister. If that's not what you are here for, I would suggest you not read any further. Also, to understand what is going on, I suggest you start from chapter 1 if you just found this story.
Happy reading!
BHW
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Chapter 5
"Hello,... Ok, alright. Bye."
"Who was that?" She asked as she walked out of the bathroom with nothing on but her make-up.
"It was mom. She wanted to tell us they're ready to go if we are."
"Let's do it, I'm hungry, and I need a drink," she giggled, reaching down to pick her blouse.
"Good evening, my name is Amelia, and I will be serving you tonight. Can I start you off with a cocktail or wine?"
"Yes, my wife and I will be having a glass of your Red Sauvignon."
"Fantastic, and Sir, for you and your date?" She asked, causing my father to chuckle.
"That's his sister," he said, still chuckling, but not for long after he received an elbow to the ribs from my mother.
"My apologies Sir, Madame, your drink of choice?"
"I'll have a dirty martini with no olive." She hissed, which caused all of us to look at her.
"And Sir, what is your choice?" She asked in a gentle but sexy tone.
"How about a... Long Island iced tea?" I said, wanting to try something new. It was something I saw on the internet when I was looking for beach drinks on our first day.
"That's a wonderful choice. Our Sex on the Beach is lovely as well. I'll return shortly with your drinks of choice." She said, really pouring it on now that she knew I was without a date.
My mother just smiled, as did my father. On the other hand, my sister was fuming, and she was not doing a good job at hiding it either. I kept bumping her under the table with my knee, trying to get her to calm down. But, instead, she just glared at her the whole time she took our food order, and each time she would come and check on us.
"Honey, what's the matter?" My father finally asked.
"Nothing," she snapped back, stabbing her flatware hard into the dish each time she wanted another bite. The noise it made was loud and caused other tables to stare.
"Are you sure you're ok? Is your food bad? You've only eaten a few bites and mostly drank." My father asked, not willing to let it go.
"Yes! I said, and what I can't drink now?" She snapped back at him again.
"Ok, sweetie, if you say so. I won't bring it up again, and yes, of course, you can drink. Please don't be mad at us. We didn't do anything." My father said, sounding sincere and wanting to make her happy.
"I'm not mad at y'all. I'm mad at that whore!" Her eyes were piercing as she hissed the last part of her statement.
Everyone was quiet and shocked as she continued to finish her rant.
"She's basically throwing herself onto my brother's dick while we are trying to enjoy our dinner. What the fuck is this place, a strip club? I mean, I can't believe she hasn't asked him to throw her down onto our table, spread her legs and beg him to fuck her brains out with his big cock!."
"Katie!" My mother gasped, still trying to process everything she said.
She was livid. I had only seen her this way one time after I was an idiot on our first date. Our parents, on the other hand, had never seen this side of her before. So, other than my mother's sudden calling of her name, we just sat there with our mouths open and stared at her in disbelief as she took in large deep breaths and letting out long exhales.
"Ok, everyone, let's just calm down and relax." My father said, sounding worried. "Also, honey, you shouldn't call people those names. It could be very hurtful. She seems like a lovely young lady and probably doesn't mean to come off that way."
"Fuck that bitch! She's a fucking whore." She growled back, never missing a beat.
"Katie!, come with me." My mother said, not irritated, but mainly in shock that her little girl would use such language, and stood from her chair. Katie did the same, and they both rushed off towards the front door.
"We better pay and get out of here before they come back, and little Ms waitress gets her eyes scratched out." My father said with a nervous laugh, checking they were far enough away from the table and not able to hear him.
"Actually, son, will you go and take them outside while I take care of the bill?" My father asked, looking around for our waitress.
I quickly got up and headed for the door they had just exited. Just as I pushed the door open, I could hear my mother's voice.
"Katie, baby, you have to calm down. I know you're upset. I'm sure your brother told you about me seeing you two this morning. But I could see it in your eyes even before I caught you two in bed. I can see you want nothing but him, and you're willing to fight the world if you have to. I can also see the way your eyes flutter when you look at him. Hell, even your face lights up when he speaks or walks in the room. Please tell me you don't think I'm that dumb or naïve?" Not really a question our mother asked but mainly a statement.
"Fuck her! And you're right; I do love him, and if you think you can stop me from loving him or being with him, you are dumb and naïve." my sister cried out to her.
"Katie, baby. I know there's nothing I can do to stop it, but you have to learn to control it better in public. Please trust me; I know exactly what you are going through. You're stronger than that, baby, and I know you can do better. Now let's go back and finish what little of dinner we have left. Ok?"
As the tears streamed down my sister's face, my mother pulled her in to hug her tightly. She wanted her to know everything was going to be ok. Unfortunately, my sister knew everything wasn't ok. She had fucked up and hadn't heeded my advice when I kept hitting her leg with mine under the table. I had tried to get her to calm down, but she was too far gone to stop. Time would only tell if my father knew her true feelings. The squeak of the large wooden door being opened behind me let me know my father was right behind me.
"It sure is a beautiful night," I said, pushing the thoughts of Katie's actions tonight to the side.
"Yea, son, it sure is. Hopefully, your mother was able to talk some sense into your sister, I don't know what made her so mad, but hopefully, she'll feel better soon."
My father's words were genuine and pure. I had never heard him speak this way. The way he talked, walked, and his whole demeanor had changed almost instantly from just a few short weeks ago. This man was someone I didn't recognize, but I sure enjoyed the new him. We stood shoulder to shoulder in silence and looked out over the white powdered sand that was lit up by the resort lights. The sound the palm trees made as they blew in the brisk night air concealed the words spoken between my mother and sister.
"Daddy, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I think the alcohol may have had something to do with it. I will learn to control it better. But, again, I'm sorry." her voice soft and worried as she approached our father.
"Oh, honey," my father replied as he pulled her in tight. "Sweetie, you didn't embarrass me. There's nothing in the world that you could ever do to embarrass me." He said as he kissed the top of her head before letting her go.
