"That's because you never check how high it's on, Hailey. You know dad likes his toast char broiled!"
"Well, Keith, you have a point, but in my defense, he could just as easily change it back when he's done," Hailey replied.
"Let's just be thankful they will be nowhere to be found for the next two weeks."
"Thank you, Grandma," I mutter with my hands clasped toward the air.
You see there are several categories of parents, like so; You have your "happy medium," parents. They're the ones that always take their families opinion before making depictions. Let their spoiled offspring get whatever clothes they want to wear. Oh, and they always seem to be going on vacation every other weekend. This causes issues, most often involving the kids pinning their parents against each other, eventually resulting in a broken marriage or not one at all.
Then you have your "strict overbearing" parents, unfortunately that's the category my own fall under. They never take what I have to say in consideration, they have make plenty of money and think the clothes I like are "too expensive". They think allowance is a form of communism, and they also hate everything I'm interested in. When I say them, I mean my dad. My mother is cool when Dad isn't around, but unfortunately is pretty whipped when he is.
Finally, they don't trust Hailey or I a bit! Which is the shocking part of the whole trip. Come to think of it, should I be worried? Oh and there is one more category. The "passive aggressive" parent, they are the biggest pansies in my opinion. Their kids walk all over them, and get everything they want otherwise all hell breaks loose. Ah yeah, wouldn't that be nice. Sadly this often results in the same thing as "Happy medium", but top it off with an alcohol or drug problem. Hell, it's 2013, probably both.
So I should tell you a little about their trip. Ten words are enough to sum up the important details: Two weeks' island hopping, to Jamaica, Hawaii, and the Bermuda triangle. What if Mom and Dad just happen mysteriously disappear in the ol' Bermuda? I thought. One can only dream I suppose. I'm kidding, a little. While I was caught in a daydream consisting of what I would do with such freedom, my Dad barged in my room, without knocking, as usual.
"Why is this kitchen such a mess, it's not even eight o'clock and you're already tearing up my house, and what's that shit-eating grin for, Keith?"
I adjusted my face and posture, as I didn't notice the smile that occurred from my deep thoughts. "Oh nothing, I was just thinking about how beautiful of a day it is," I said nervously, with my eyes wide and shoulders hunched.
My father sneered inquisitively at me, as if he knew what I was up to already but I don't even know what I am up to yet. To say the least, Dad is a scary individual. He is fit, 195 lbs. and built, and he's where I get my sharp jaw line and piecing blue eyes from.
"Well it better not get too beautiful, and if I'm not being clear enough, I'm referring to anyone being over here while we're gone," he said with one hand on his hip and the other panning back and forth between Hailey and I.
This was a classic pose of my dad's, I think he was under the impression he was conveying his assertiveness through this stance. Every time he did this I just imagined if his hand was positioned the opposite direction on his hip he would look mighty gay to me. This thought always had me struggling to hold back one of my "shit eating grins", as Dad would put it.
"I want this kitchen cleaned before you leave for school, and remember, this weekend, no one is to be over! Better yet, so I know you're not breaking curfew you guys have to be back by eight o'clock every night. I will be calling the house eight sharp and I better get an answer."
My dad walked out of the room with this prissy shit eating grin of his own. I ignored his delusional control-freak attitude, and started wiping the counter top.
"I will help you when I am done," said Hailey, as she brought her chewing to half speed.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Fine, I might as well make sure it's done right," she said stuffing the remaining bit of toast in her mouth which seemed to big.
"Pig," I said playfully.
"Dick," she replied, muffled by a mouthful of bread.
"Why do you care anyways? Dad won't be here to check?" I asked.
"Well, because tonight is going to be the first time the girls have ever been able to come over!" she said excitedly while clapping her hands together.
"Hailey, you heard Dad, No one is to be over, like usual."
My sister rolled her eyes at me. "Oh, Keith, live a little okay?" she said placing her hand on my chest and skipping away and up the stairs.
I sat there thinking about what she said. My parents were going to be across international waters, maybe I should stop being so paranoid.
"Hey! I thought you were going to help clean!" I yelled after realizing she just waltzed on out without even rinsing her plate off. I heard the upstairs bathroom door open and saw light shine across the railing.
My sister leaned over the railing. "I have to shower and do my hair. How about I make it up to you later," she said winking at me.
"What? You going to finally hook me up with one of your cheer mates?" I said with a curious look.
"Maybe," she said and just then, I noticed my sister was in her bra as she reached behind her back to unhook it.
She dipped out of sight just as the straps fell to her elbows. I heard the bathroom door shut followed by the sound of the pop music coming from behind it. You know, I knew it was wrong to look at your sister this way, but she had quite a sexy body. We were twins anyway. We were extremely close and had been naked around each other quite a bit throughout our lives. If any of her friends coming over tonight had half the looks she did, I wouldn't mind a bit.
About fifteen minutes passed and I was almost done with the sink full of dishes. Suddenly my face went flush, my heart sank into my stomach, and I got a serge of hot and cold through my body. The cause of this was my dad grasping my shoulder with an intimidating firm grip. I didn't hear him on account of the dubstep blaring in my ears.
"What'd I tell you about listening to that shit so loud, I've been calling your name," he said while grabbing an apple and banana off a clear dish on the island.
The adrenaline subsided as I noticed the backpack my dad was carrying. I quickly turned away from my dad to prevent him from seeing the uncontrollably excited set face I was making. Ranging from relief, to overwhelming joy, and finally salvation. I know, it sounds a little dramatic, but you know what they say, "Try walking a mile in my moccasins."
I scrubbed my last plate clean, rinsed it, and before I knew it my my mom was racing down the stairs with a pair of shoes in both hands. She was in such a rush she almost tripped. My Dad was notorious for many things, and one of those was his 'last minute call'. This was where he yelled obnoxiously that you had one minute exactly to be present down stairs, or you'd be left behind. My mom had good reason to be rushing, because he'd actually leave you. He once left me because I was grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge, and we were going to my soccer game.
I turned off the sink and dried my hands. I anxiously sat on the arm of the couch staring at the garage door. The last bit of light faded from the crack of the door and the sound of the garage door touching back down rang through my ears. I had a little celebration, consisting of dancing and chanting the freedoms I would experience over the next two weeks. My sister threw open the door and started cheering, twirling and clapping herself.
"Not bad, did you prepare that?" I asked chuckling.
"Actually, I made that up the night I found out they were leaving."
"Nice," I said while we both busted up laughing.
"Hey! What happens this weekend stays between us okay?" my sister said, raising an eyebrow with her hand on her hip.
"You read my mind," I replied.
I started heading up stairs and I saw my sister casually walk from the bathroom to her bedroom. I also noticed she was wearing only the booty shorts she wore for cheer practice. My 17 year old hormones took over as I examined her nicely tanned back progressively moving toward her plump butt covered by a thin layer of bright yellow spandex. Again my ADHD sent me into another day dream, leaving me standing at the top of the staircase. I snapped out of it just as my sister walked through her doorway toward the bathroom. I got nervous, as if she knew what I was thinking. She still had nothing covering her chest and looked at me.
"This is going to be so much fun, you better get ready!" she said.
Not thinking to put the bra on she was holding my sister was a little more open with her body than I was. I was embarrassed to be naked in front of her because I thought she might think I had a small dick. I caught my sister downstairs at night completely naked at least once a week. She thought nothing of me being there. In fact, she once wrestled me over the last bowl of ice cream, with just a thong on. She won and I walked awkwardly upstairs avoiding having to face her, if you catch my drift.
After getting dressed I went in my dad's bathroom to use some of his cologne. I opened his medicine cabinet, making sure to keep everything in its place. My Dad had quite the eye, especially for his stuff! Next to this shiny silver bottle of cologne that caught my eye was a prescription bottle. I read the label and didn't recognize the name. However, I did recognize the name the bottle said it was generic for.
"Viagra," I gasped following with a grin.
No wonder he acted like he needed to prove his manhood, I thought while I had my laughs. I opened the bottle a poured out a few of these blue little guys.
"The bus is here!" I heard Hailey yell, which startled me enough to drop the prescription bottle into the sink.
The pills went everywhere. I gathered the majority thinking I would just clean up the rest later. I replaced the bottle and jetted out the door.
School was slow but didn't seem to bother me much. The thought of the house to myself afterward was too good for anything to squash. I figured I should invite at least one of my friends tonight. You know, a wing man. I couldn't have too much meat at my place tonight, I wanted the odds in my favor. There was one guy who I trusted enough to assist me on this momentous occasion. Joey! My man. We had been friends since diapers. Our Moms met in birthing classes. He lived not two blocks away from me. After the bell rang for lunch I headed to Joey's and my spot. I got a little anxious waiting for Joey because I hadn't seen him all day and he was late. Finally Joey showed up.
"Joey you like shit, bro!" I said as nice as possible.
"Yeah bro, I knew last night I was going to wake up sick," he replied.
"You can't be sick today, I need you tonight bro!" I said franticly.
"What's so important on a Thursday night?" he asked.
"Well, Hailey, just happened to have invited her cheer friends over tonight, plus you know I have been waiting for that two weeks of freedom I have been going on about. I need a wing man, bro!"
"I am feeling a little better, now that you have stated the need of my assistance," he replied chuckling. My laughs followed.
Let's fast forward a bit, to the end of the day.
We picked up in my living room after school. Hailey was there when Joey and I got there. Her friend Ashley was there as well. She had dark brown hair, almost black, with hazel green eyes and the whitest teeth you'd ever come by. Her boobs were smaller than Hailey's, but her ass was so fit. She wasn't even my favorite of my sister's friends.
"Hey, Keith," said my sister quite pleasantly.
"Hey, Hails," I replied.
"Hails? You haven't called me that in forever," she said giggling.
She was right. My sister and I normally got along pretty well when we were alone, but never in front of friends. It probably had to do with the lack of pressure due to mom and dad being gone, I thought.
"What's wrong with Joey?" asked Hailey.
As I looked over to him, he seemed ten times worse than first thing this morning.
"I don't know if I can do this tonight, bro." Joey moaned.
"Nah, you will be fine we will just get you some Tussin and a nap and you will be good as new," I pleaded.
"I don't think cough syrup is going to do anything for what I am almost positive is stomach flu. I mean do you really want a barfing wing man," Joey pleaded as well.
"Come on, bro, will you just take a nap at least and see how you feel. You can go home if you feel too shitty, I promise," I proposed.
He accepted as he left without saying anything and made his way to the guest bedroom.
Chapter 2
Pool Side beginnings
While Joey slept and missed out, I was pool side with my sister and her hot friend. "So, Ashley, how long have you been a cheerleader?" I asked.
"Keith, your sister and I started at the same cheer camp. How could you not know that when my brother is your best friend?" she said laughing.
Oh! Did I forget to mention that Ashley and Joey are brother and sister as well? My bad, but that is quite convenient isn't it?" I gave a obviously fake laugh to avoid being silent.
"Come on let's go in the hot tub!" Hailey suggested.
The best idea all day, I thought to myself. I was the first one in. As I sunk to the cement seat, my bright blue bathing suit puffed in my crotch. I pushed it down with my hands and of course bubbles followed. But I don't think the girls noticed the inflated crotch part. Just the bubbles surfacing next to me.They both chuckled, as I sunk till the water was between my chin and shoulders.
"Let's just turn these on shall we," said Hailey.
Suddenly a stream of hot water struck my back and thighs, soothing my nerves enormously. Hailey smiled and winked at me again before she got in. Was Hailey turning out to be my wing man? I thought. As the girls began to rant and gossip uncontrollably. I lay my head back against the stone edge of the hot tub.
I opened my eyes and the girls were gone. I must have fallen asleep I thought. I rubbed my eyes and could tell I had been out a while due to the pruney texture to my fingers. I got out and ran to the back door because a steady gust of wind was making it rather nippy. I knocked on the back door, and after a cold five minutes Hailey came around the living room corner noticing me.
She put her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked.
"Long enough," I replied, as she grabbed a towel and threw it around me.
"Here take off those trunks, I will hang em up," she said.
Great I thought, the one time I don't where boxers underneath.
"Hello, do you I have to take them off myself? You will get warmer much faster!" she said laughing.
