Big Brother’s Benefit Ch. 05

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“Can you believe her?” Mom asked rhetorically. She wagged her head disapprovingly, her slight frame bent over a pan of sizzling chicken breasts coated in oil and herbs. Her shoulder length dirty blonde hair jiggled as she shuddered in disgust.

“Sure,” I shrugged, leaning with crossed arms against the new marble-topped island. They’d redone the whole kitchen while I was off at college, with bright countertops, trendy shaker-style cabinets, and seafoam green paint everywhere, contained by neat white trim. It felt odd being in my childhood home with such a central room completely changed. A strange mix of familiar and new.

“I could never do it,” Mom declared as she salted the chicken.

“You never know,” I tried.

“No! Trust me, I know. If your father ever did that to me…” she sighed at the enormity of the imaginary transgression. “Well, you and your sister would be splitting holidays between us.”

“You don’t know what their marriage was like, in private, you know?”

“I’ve known Sharon and Bill since we moved here,” she frowned. “Twenty-five years.”

“Yeah, but-“

“She was always such a sweetheart. And for him to cheat on her after thirty years together? Thirty years! Thirty-one, actually.”

“I dunno,” I shuffled the stainless steel napkin holder back and forth, avoiding her eyes.

“With a waitress! It’s like a bad movie,” Mom cried indignantly, her piercing blue eyes accusing the chicken in place of Bill. “And shame on that girl! She knows he’s married, she knows Sharon. Can you believe her?”

“I don’t know her,” I pointed out. “Can’t judge her.”

“Well I can!” She arranged broccoli around the chicken, simmering at a low heat now.

“You know,” I couldn’t resist adding, “it’s probably not the first time. Just the first time he got caught.”

“Justin!” Mom glared at me. “Don’t even say that!” She turned in a huff back to her pan. “It doesn’t matter anyway. Once is enough. She should have kicked him out. It’s so sad she isn’t strong enough.”

“Maybe,” I ventured gently, “there’s a different kind of strength in staying with him.”

“Well,” she gave a flustered sigh as she stirred the broccoli, “I don’t know. But! Your sister says you have a girlfriend.” She turned to me with sudden brightness in her eyes.

“Yeah,” I answered quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “It’s not that serious.”

“Danielle thought it was serious,” she shrugged in return. “Tell me about her!”

“Her name’s Julie,” I offered meekly. What could I say? That I’d taken her back after she cheated? That I was a ‘Sharon?’ Clearly that wasn’t approved of. How about the fact that I’d cheated on her? That I was a ‘Bill?’ Except instead of a waitress, I’d cheated with my own sister? A movie so bad, no one would even make it.

“And?” Mom eyed me expectantly while turning off the stove. And what? And she likes to be tied up? Spanked? Whipped? Choked?

“And she’s great,” I raised my eyebrows with a half smile. The front door deadbolt clicked and she rolled her eyes.

“Hey buddy,” my dad swung into the kitchen with his shoulder bag in tow, keys in hand, trademark huge smile shining. Danielle had certainly inherited that grin.

“Hi Dad,” I waved.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” He loosened his tie with his big brown eyes trained on me. Danielle had gotten Mom’s eye color but Dad’s round shape. She could pierce you like Mom, or set you at ease like Dad. A few drops of water glistened on Dad’s mop of dark hair.

“Is it raining out?” Mom asked.

“Just started drizzling,” he affirmed. “April showers.”

“It was supposed to be a secret,” I answered his earlier question.

“I think it’s so sweet,” Mom interjected as she set three plates on the kitchen table. “Surprising your sister on her birthday! Who would have thought?”

“What do you mean?” I frowned.

“It’s not like you, that’s all. But it’s very sweet.”

“I dunno,” I shuffled to the table and yanked a chair out. “I just wanted to.”

“Danielle said she had a great time visiting you,” Dad observed as he plopped into his seat.

“Yeah,” I agreed, sitting down gingerly and choosing words cautiously. “When I left for college, you know, she was still a kid, mostly. Now she’s grown up. We kinda… connected. As adults, you know? Like, friends.”

“I love it,” Mom beamed, sliding chicken and broccoli onto our plates.

“You still could have told us you were coming,” Dad grabbed his knife and fork and attacked the food before Mom could even get the rice on his plate. “I would have paid for the plane ticket.”

“I had some points saved up,” I lied. “It was cheap.” I took a few bites as Mom sat down. “Besides, you would have told her.”

“I would not!” Mom protested. “I can keep secrets.”

“Like how you kept Sharon’s secret?” Dad chuckled.

“Well that was different,” Mom huffed.

We ate, and the conversation turned to Danielle’s college career. Mom had hoped my sister would pick the slightly more prestigious school she’s gotten into, but Dad thought she made the right call to choose the kocaeli escort one I was attending. More affordable, plus me there, to show her the ropes.

“You know Danielle has always been a little… insecure,” Dad lowered his voice even though she wasn’t home. “I’m glad she’ll have the benefit of her big brother at college with her.”

I nearly choked on my broccoli.

On the plane ride, I had played and replayed how it would go, seeing Danielle again. I’d ring the doorbell and she’d answer. A giant smile on her pretty face. Her eyes sparkling for me. Or Mom would answer the door, and my sister would come running down the stairs when she heard my voice. Blonde hair streaming behind her. She’d be so surprised, so elated, so grateful. I hoped.

The truth was that I hadn’t talked to her much in the last two months. The day she got home after her visit with me, I’d texted her, “miss you sis.” She’d replied, “miss u too. when i come in august can u help me get my own phone plan?” That was her coded way of reminding me she was still on our parents’ cell phone plan.

Technically, they could obtain records of all her texts. I was sure they had no reason to do that, but just in case, we had to be careful. We couldn’t leave any written record of our… relationship. Were phone calls secure? Could they, for some ridiculous reason, get recordings of those? We didn’t know, so we played it safe. We texted here and there about mundane topics, but hadn’t once spoken of anything substantial.

I couldn’t help dreaming up an emotional fantasy about her thrilled reaction to my surprise visit. But the truth was, I had no idea how she’d react. Had she come to her senses? Regretted what had happened? Found a boyfriend? Would she be indifferent when I arrived? Upset?

By the time I got to the house, she’d gone out with friends to celebrate her birthday. Mom had expanded her late dinner to include me. No one had known when Danielle would be back other than ‘some time tonight.’

So when the front door deadbolt clicked in the middle of dinner, I nearly choked again. My heart leapt in panic and my fork trembled. What had I done? The surprise was a bad idea. I kept my eyes glued to my rice and tried to appear calm. Her footsteps echoed in the hall. I gulped. Around the corner, into the kitchen.

I dared to raise my eyes just as she appeared. The rain must have gotten worse. Wet blonde hair hung heavily down to her chest, glimmering in the glow of the new recessed kitchen lights. Water rolled down the curve of her breasts in her muted green windbreaker. Her black knee length skirt fluttered around her graceful legs, shedding raindrops on the tile floor.

Her body froze. Her plump red lips parted in shock. Her stunning blue eyes went wide, then wet.

“Juicy,” her voice caught in her throat. Then it happened. That big, beautiful, glowing, lopsided smile. My heart pounded as a grin overtook my own helpless face. I pushed my chair back, stood up, and steadied myself as my sister flew into my body and flung her arms around me. I hugged her tight and exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

“Happy birthday, Dandy,” I whispered against her ear. Her subtle perfume, her coconut-scented conditioner, and the smell of spring rain in her hair washed over me.

“Juicy,” she murmured against my neck and squeezed me. We parted reluctantly, just before the embrace appeared too long for siblings.

“Aw,” Mom gushed at us, laying her fork down. “I haven’t seen my babies so happy together in years.”

“How did you…” Danielle beamed at me. “When did you…”

“I came in today,” I grinned. “I wanted to surprise you. I’m just here for the weekend.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she choked and couldn’t help hugging me again. I held her for a moment while a quiet sob shook her body, then gently pushed her back.

“You alright, Danielle?” Dad asked as she dabbed her eyes with her sleeve.

“Yeah,” she nodded quickly. “I just, sorry. I just…” I put a hand on her back and rubbed gently. “I was supposed to meet someone,” she continued. “A guy. He was supposed to meet me and my friends at dinner. He kinda… stood me up. And my friends didn’t care. I’m just… it was upsetting.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry baby,” Mom touched her arm soothingly.

“I didn’t expect…” she stammered. “Juicy’s been a better friend to me lately than anyone. I’m just… I’m so happy to see him right now.” She leaned against me and I gave her another squeeze.

“Good timing, I guess,” I concluded.

“Stood you up on your birthday?” Mom’s perpetual indignation resurfaced.

“Don’t worry about it,” Danielle shook her head. “I don’t care.”

“He doesn’t deserve you,” I added.

“That’s right, he doesn’t,” Mom insisted.

“See?” Danielle patted my chest. “Juicy’s been so supportive.”

“Aw,” Mom reiterated and resumed eating.

“I think,” Dad, who hadn’t stopped eating, chimed in, “that once Justin hit puberty-“

“Dad!” Danielle and I protested in perfect unison.

“No, hear me out,” he insisted between bites. “When Justin kocasinan escort hit puberty, you two drifted apart. You were always so close as kids, but once he wasn’t a kid anymore, it was hard to relate. It’s natural. But now that you’re both grown, it’s good to see you reconnecting.”

“Thanks for the developmental psychology lesson,” I sighed.

“Reconnecting is good,” he nodded. “It’ll help you both when you’re at school together soon.”

“She’s nineteen now,” I grinned proudly at Danielle. “She can fend for herself.”

“Jackass!” she slapped my chest.

“Language!” Mom scolded.

—–

After dinner, Mom and Dad gave Danielle her birthday presents. New clothes for college, a mini-fridge, fun dorm accessories like an alarm clock that projected light patterns on the ceiling. The four of us stayed up talking, eating ice cream, and planning Danielle’s future together. It was after eleven when Mom and Dad finally went upstairs to get ready for bed, leaving Danielle and I alone in the kitchen.

Mom had shut off the lights, assuming we’d follow shortly. But Danielle remained seated at the table next to me, bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight by the stove.

“So tell me,” she smiled sweetly, looking as angelic as ever with her somewhat frizzy hair splayed around her shoulders and her bright eyes shining in the dark room like two stars in the night sky.

“Tell you what?” I asked, filled with inner warmth to be in her presence again.

“Everything! How’s Julie? What’s going on at the frat? What’s up with you?”

“I’m OK,” I shrugged. “The frat is… well, in transition. I would say.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“Well, Diego-“

“Diego!” she gasped and leaned closer. “What happened to him? He’s not back, right? He’s in jail?”

“No,” I shook my head quickly, “and no.”

“No?” she frowned.

“No.” I put one hand on the back of her chair, leaning closer to speak softly. Footsteps trudged back and forth above our heads as Mom and Dad went through their bedtime routine.

“Diego is out,” I explained, “of the fraternity, and jail. And, the school.”

“Wait, what?” Her eyes grew somehow more enchanting as she peered curiously at me.

“They never charged him. They didn’t have enough. The cops did come to the house. They questioned some of the big brothers. Brendan, for one. I don’t think any of them defended him. But in the end, they didn’t have enough proof. Or Prisha’s story didn’t amount to an actual, you know, crime? I guess?”

“Not ‘full on assault,'” Danielle recalled in a whisper.

“I still don’t know what the fuck happened,” I sighed. “But, he’s free. But, the school kicked him out. Expelled.”

“Holy shit,” she hissed.

“Yeah. He’s fucked. I heard he’s back living with his parents, and some local college there refused to take him.”

“Wow,” she shook her head in wonder. “Fuckin crazy.”

“Yeah.”

“So what’s gonna happen to the frat?”

“It’s not going anywhere.” I slid my hand off her chair and leaned over the table toward her. She leaned in to listen, her coconut scent sending a tingle through my spine.

“Too many influential people,” I spoke quietly with her big eyes trained on me. “That’s why I joined in the first place. They have connections. Amir was right, the fact that we kicked Diego out did matter. But only because the right alumni convinced the school that it mattered.”

“But they tried to shut it down? Or they wanted to?” Her long lashes blinked slowly. Silence reigned upstairs. Perhaps Mom and Dad were settled in bed.

“I don’t know everything, but some people in the administration wanted to. But just a few.” She watched me intently. “There did need to be… concessions.”

“What? Like snacks?” She frowned in confusion.

“Dandy!” I squeezed my eyes with one hand and shook my head.

“What?!”

“How the fuck-“

“Oh!” Her body snapped straight up and she slapped the table. “Concessions! Like… OK, not like at the movies.”

“No, not like at the movies,” I laughed.

“Don’t make fun of me!” She slapped my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, but, for fuck’s sake, Dandy…”

“It’s late, I’m tired, shut the fuck up!” She spat her words with irritation, but her eyes reflected my laughter.

“OK, OK, let’s just… move on,” I composed myself and leaned back in the chair. “Like at the movies,” I muttered one more time. She glared playfully. “OK. Fuck. Yes. Concessions.”

“Like what?”

“Every brother has to sign a code of conduct that the school made up,” I explained. “It’s all standard stuff, but it also deals with Big Brother’s Benefit specifically.”

“The school knows about that?”

“They’ve always known. They just haven’t… admitted it, exactly. But now they are. They can’t stop it, if it’s between consenting adults. But they want to be sure it’s consenting.”

“Isn’t that what you suggested?” She raised an eyebrow.

“It’s pretty much exactly what I suggested,” I shrugged. “Seems like common sense to me. It’s voluntary, can be stopped at any time, all that shit. kolej escort I think the school wants a clause that says any girl can stay there without doing the ritual at all. That the whole thing is something they can choose, if they’re into it.”

“You think girls will choose it?”

“Yeah,” I nodded thoughtfully. “There are plenty of girls who think it’s gross. But also plenty who think it’s hot.”

“A crazy college adventure?” Danielle recalled.

“Yeah,” I smiled gently. “I can think of a few who would do it just for fun. Julie, for one.”

“Julie,” Danielle nodded thoughtfully. “So, you two are still together?” I couldn’t read in her eyes or tone what she hoped my answer would be.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” she responded quickly. Too quickly? “I like her.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” she furrowed her brow, seriously considering her words. “You like her too. A lot. I saw it.”

A bedroom door opened and closed above us. Not quite settled in yet.

“I do,” I admitted. “There’s something about her. She’s always… surprising.”

“Yeah,” Danielle nodded thoughtfully.

“Sorry,” I grimaced. “I didn’t mean to-“

“Juicy, it’s fine,” she blinked at me.

“I’m just saying-“

“Juicy,” she stopped me with a sincere expression. “It’s OK. I like her, I really do. I want you to be together.”

“I thought you might be-“

“No,” she shook her head vigorously, radiating a muted blonde halo in the dim light. “No, I’m not. You and her have something. You and her… well, you’re Julie and Justin. Fuckin adorable.”

I gave her a tiny smile.

“And you and me…” her blue eyes grew misty as she looked over my shoulder into some distant time and place.

“You and me?” I echoed.

“We’re… us.” Her lips pursed and her lashes fluttered. “That’s all we can be.”

Our hands found each other on the surface of the table. Puttering footsteps echoed above as our fingers entwined and thumbs caressed each other. We sat in a strangely comfortable silence, eyes shifting around the room, catching each other now and then.

“Fuck!” I cried and jumped up.

“What?!”

“Your present! I almost forgot.” I dashed to my duffel bag in the hall and returned with a small box wrapped in pink paper with a neat bow on top.

“Juicy!” Danielle laughed as I slid it across the table to her. “You don’t have to do that. Just you being here is-“

“Open it,” I insisted. “You’re gonna love it, I promise.” I watched as she turned her face to the box, slowly tearing the paper down one corner. I shivered slightly at the sight of her exquisite profile with a bashful smile curling her lips.

She daintily removed the wrapping to reveal a plain white box. She stole one playful glance at me before opening it. Her gorgeous face dissolved into laughter and her breasts pushed into the table as she fell forward.

“Juicy!” She cried between giggles. Her slender fingers slipped into the box and drew out her own pink loofah.

“I knew you’d love it,” I smiled triumphantly.

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” she punched my shoulder. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sis.”

Her laughter died down and we gazed at each other, basking in the sound of those words, realizing how much we’d both missed them.

“I’m sorry about your date,” I broke the silence.

“My what?” She set the loofah down gingerly on the table.

“The guy. The one that stood you up. Such a shitty thing to do.”

“Oh,” she nodded. “I made that up.”

“What? Why?”

“Because of you, you jackass,” she grinned with another punch to my shoulder. “You almost made me cry, surprising me like that. I had to come up with some reason, for Mom and Dad, for being so… emotional.” The fridge hummed and a sink ran upstairs.

“Sorry,” I shrugged. “I didn’t mean to make you so… emotional.”

“Yes you did,” she whispered, her face suddenly deadly serious.

I drew a sharp breath, then exhaled against her face as her lips closed over mine. I gripped the back of her head, moaned into her kiss, and my tongue wrapped hers in a snug embrace. My heart raced to feel my sister’s soft fervent lips again, to taste the comforting warmth of her mouth, to feel her porcelain skin against mine, and to weave my fingers in her silky locks.

The bathroom door upstairs opened and footfalls floated above us. I pulled back. We stood up together. Her eyes burned with hunger. A wild craving wrenched in my chest at the sight of her trembling lower lip, the scent of her hair, the feminine sound of her excited breath.

I grabbed her face and kissed my sister with devout ferocity. Her body melted against me and her delicious girly moans wreathed my tongue as it zealously reunited with hers. My hands dropped from her soft cheeks and my arms drew her gorgeous body tightly to me. Her hands clutched my back and I lifted her onto the marble countertop of the kitchen island.

We made out fiercely while another door creaked upstairs. I barely registered the sound as my hands darted under her skirt to grab her panties and yank them down to her knees. Her fingers curled on my neck and her tits pushed into me while I guided her undergarment down her legs with my lips locked on hers. She shimmied the panties off her feet while her arms pressed into my sides and her tongue rolled longingly over mine. She squeaked in my mouth as I pressed my hand to her bare wet opening.