man-up and behave like the head of the family. He kept knocking back beers and chasers, anything to numb the terrifying feeling of having nobody in his corner.
The sisters had to sift through thirty odd years of family trivia, dismantling the family home so the keys could go back to the council. Joe hovered on the sidelines feeling as abandoned as a small boy. He kept on drinking.
“Feels weird being orphans at our age,” Heather said a couple of weeks later. They were in the pub down the street from her flat.
“Yeah. I’m nineteen but I feel like nine.”
“I wonder if it’s because we’re the youngest and the others have all got their families. I couldn’t wait to leave home but I always knew she’d be there if I needed her for anything. Who’s going to do Christmas? They’ll all fight over it. It’ll be grim.”
“We could go away?” Joe suggested. “Somewhere hot?”
“Come into money, have you? Or even a proper job for the new semester?”
He looked miserably into his beer. “Just the usual, why?”
“You want to start thinking about your CV. Bar work won’t cut it on the experience front when there’s all that competition.”
He’d lied about the usual bar job. Not much chance of going back to Glenda’s if he wanted to keep all his teeth. He’d sort something else, when he felt up to it. In the meantime, Steve would be an understanding landlord about overdue rent, even if he was a prick.
“So, who are you bringing to my party?” Heather asked.
“What? You’re not still having it?”
“Why not? We could all do with cheering up. Mum liked a knees-up as much as anyone. She wouldn’t want me to miss out on my twenty-first on her account. Why don’t you invite Steve?”
“Steve? Why?”
“Because I fancy him, that’s why. He’s only a year or so younger than me and he did put himself out to come to Mum’s funeral.”
Joe had forgotten Steve was one of those rich bastards who’d had a gap year before uni. But he didn’t like the idea of his mate knobbing his favourite sister. It could all be awkward enough.
But back at the flat, nothing was said about the summer and they settled into their usual lads’ routine. Evie wasn’t mentioned, not even as a summer shag and if Joe felt any sort of pang about her, he put it down to boredom. He decided he better get himself out there before he lost his touch.
He met Kat at Heather’s party. Katriona, as exotic as her name. Tall, sleek and thirtyish with the longest black hair he’d ever seen. Her dress was a floaty ethnic affair, just the right side of transparent. No underwear. Joe couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She noticed. Danced in front of him, arms above her head. When she sat on his lap, he was already straining against his jeans. She dragged on a joint someone was passing around. Blew the smoke across his mouth, her tongue trailing after it.
“Do you pose?”
He couldn’t find his voice.
“For life drawing. Many students do it for extra cash.” Her voice was husky, a trace of an accent.
“You’re an artist?”
“I also teach. A good model is like gold dust. I think you could have it.”
She ran the back of her hand over his stomach and down across his erection. He was almost panting at the thought of what she could teach him.
“Should I persuade you?”
She placed his hand on her breast, making him play with her nipple. She moved it down her leg then up, using his fingers to touch herself, there in full view of the dancers. Nobody seemed to notice or care.
She stood up and pulled him into the bedroom where she fucked him until he could barely move. He learned that when Kat wanted something, there was no way to refuse.
She wanted him to pose, so he did. It seemed an easy way to make a few quid, even if it was weird taking your clothes off in front of a bunch of strangers. But he soon realised that the students
The sisters had to sift through thirty odd years of family trivia, dismantling the family home so the keys could go back to the council. Joe hovered on the sidelines feeling as abandoned as a small boy. He kept on drinking.
“Feels weird being orphans at our age,” Heather said a couple of weeks later. They were in the pub down the street from her flat.
“Yeah. I’m nineteen but I feel like nine.”
“I wonder if it’s because we’re the youngest and the others have all got their families. I couldn’t wait to leave home but I always knew she’d be there if I needed her for anything. Who’s going to do Christmas? They’ll all fight over it. It’ll be grim.”
“We could go away?” Joe suggested. “Somewhere hot?”
“Come into money, have you? Or even a proper job for the new semester?”
He looked miserably into his beer. “Just the usual, why?”
“You want to start thinking about your CV. Bar work won’t cut it on the experience front when there’s all that competition.”
He’d lied about the usual bar job. Not much chance of going back to Glenda’s if he wanted to keep all his teeth. He’d sort something else, when he felt up to it. In the meantime, Steve would be an understanding landlord about overdue rent, even if he was a prick.
“So, who are you bringing to my party?” Heather asked.
“What? You’re not still having it?”
“Why not? We could all do with cheering up. Mum liked a knees-up as much as anyone. She wouldn’t want me to miss out on my twenty-first on her account. Why don’t you invite Steve?”
“Steve? Why?”
“Because I fancy him, that’s why. He’s only a year or so younger than me and he did put himself out to come to Mum’s funeral.”
Joe had forgotten Steve was one of those rich bastards who’d had a gap year before uni. But he didn’t like the idea of his mate knobbing his favourite sister. It could all be awkward enough.
But back at the flat, nothing was said about the summer and they settled into their usual lads’ routine. Evie wasn’t mentioned, not even as a summer shag and if Joe felt any sort of pang about her, he put it down to boredom. He decided he better get himself out there before he lost his touch.
He met Kat at Heather’s party. Katriona, as exotic as her name. Tall, sleek and thirtyish with the longest black hair he’d ever seen. Her dress was a floaty ethnic affair, just the right side of transparent. No underwear. Joe couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She noticed. Danced in front of him, arms above her head. When she sat on his lap, he was already straining against his jeans. She dragged on a joint someone was passing around. Blew the smoke across his mouth, her tongue trailing after it.
“Do you pose?”
He couldn’t find his voice.
“For life drawing. Many students do it for extra cash.” Her voice was husky, a trace of an accent.
“You’re an artist?”
“I also teach. A good model is like gold dust. I think you could have it.”
She ran the back of her hand over his stomach and down across his erection. He was almost panting at the thought of what she could teach him.
“Should I persuade you?”
She placed his hand on her breast, making him play with her nipple. She moved it down her leg then up, using his fingers to touch herself, there in full view of the dancers. Nobody seemed to notice or care.
She stood up and pulled him into the bedroom where she fucked him until he could barely move. He learned that when Kat wanted something, there was no way to refuse.
She wanted him to pose, so he did. It seemed an easy way to make a few quid, even if it was weird taking your clothes off in front of a bunch of strangers. But he soon realised that the students
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