Blowing My Big Brother
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Freia
had never quite felt like she fit in.
It's
the nature of being a step-sibling, and it's only amplified when your
connection to the family isn't around any more. She knew that she was lucky,
really, that her "father" had taken her in the way that he had after
Freia's mother left town - he'd had no obligation to, and he'd never shown even
a hint of resentment.
They'd
tried to include her, they'd done everything that they could, but nothing had
helped. She didn't feel like she fit in, she'd never really felt like a part of
the family. She didn't have a place here, and she didn't think she ever would.
So
she sat at the dinner table, picking at her food, while her step-dad tried to
make conversation.
"So,
Heath," her father said. "How's that new girlfriend of yours
going?"
Freia
was jolted out of her thoughts, and listened interestedly to her step-brother's
response. Heath had recently started dating a girl who lived across town, a
mechanic, or a driving instructor or something like that.
"Well,
Dad," Heath drawled, "It's going well, all things considered. What specifically
did you want to know?"
Freia's
Dad, Norman (or "Nord" as he was known, originally short for
"Nord the Nerd") had been extremely overprotective of his children
ever since their mother had died, and it had only increased when his second
wife had left town. He knew that Heath, being the full-blooded 20 year-old that
he was, would probably be involved in sexual intercourse, but it wasn't a topic
that he'd ever felt comfortable openly discussing.
Nord
knew that his questioning techniques over the years had grown more and more
subtle, so his kids never knew what he was really asking, but somehow they'd
never managed to garner any results. He decided to try again.
"Well,
you've been dating for a week now. What have you been up to?"
Freia
(and her step-brothers) knew exactly what Nord was talking about. He was always
on about their girlfriends' (or celebrating their lack of) but had never before
been quite so blatant about it. Freia was acutely interested in knowing how far
her step-brother had gotten sexually, for reasons that she couldn't quite
explain.
She'd
always been acutely aware of just how male her brothers were...they'd
always been there for her when she needed them, threatening to beat up whatever
boy had just broken her heart, and always providing the hugs that only a
brother can give.
Not
that it had helped, she reminded herself. She didn't fit in, and she never
would.
"Well,
we went and saw a movie last weekend." Heath replied, with a quick grin to
his brother. Toying with their dad had become a game.
"Saw
a movie" indeed, Freia thought. She bet that Heath and his girlfriend had
spent the entire time making out. It was surprisingly easy to visualize Heath
making out, imagining the feeling of his tongue in her mouth, his hands roaming
around her body, her hands exploring his, ending up at his...
"Sure
you did, Heath." her father replied, snapping Freia out of her daydream.
He chuckled, and decided to lay off his oldest. At least for a while. At least,
he thought, Freia and Van were safe. Freia had just broken up with her
boyfriend, and, based on past experience, it would take her a month to get over
it, and then she'd be onto the next guy. From her frequency in changing
boyfriends, he was fairly sure that none of them had gotten serious. Van, on the
other hand, was unpopular enough that he'd never even been kissed.
A
good thing, too. He remembered Freia's mother...she'd been a handful. A
borderline nymphomaniac, she'd been the first date that Nord had been on since
his wife had died so many years earlier, and they'd ended up back at her place
before they'd even been to dinner. He wondered if Freia knew what a libido her
mother had, whether she was aware and ignored it, or had just never been
exposed to her wild side.
She'd
left just three months after the wedding. If he was being honest, Nord
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Freia
had never quite felt like she fit in.
It's
the nature of being a step-sibling, and it's only amplified when your
connection to the family isn't around any more. She knew that she was lucky,
really, that her "father" had taken her in the way that he had after
Freia's mother left town - he'd had no obligation to, and he'd never shown even
a hint of resentment.
They'd
tried to include her, they'd done everything that they could, but nothing had
helped. She didn't feel like she fit in, she'd never really felt like a part of
the family. She didn't have a place here, and she didn't think she ever would.
So
she sat at the dinner table, picking at her food, while her step-dad tried to
make conversation.
"So,
Heath," her father said. "How's that new girlfriend of yours
going?"
Freia
was jolted out of her thoughts, and listened interestedly to her step-brother's
response. Heath had recently started dating a girl who lived across town, a
mechanic, or a driving instructor or something like that.
"Well,
Dad," Heath drawled, "It's going well, all things considered. What specifically
did you want to know?"
Freia's
Dad, Norman (or "Nord" as he was known, originally short for
"Nord the Nerd") had been extremely overprotective of his children
ever since their mother had died, and it had only increased when his second
wife had left town. He knew that Heath, being the full-blooded 20 year-old that
he was, would probably be involved in sexual intercourse, but it wasn't a topic
that he'd ever felt comfortable openly discussing.
Nord
knew that his questioning techniques over the years had grown more and more
subtle, so his kids never knew what he was really asking, but somehow they'd
never managed to garner any results. He decided to try again.
"Well,
you've been dating for a week now. What have you been up to?"
Freia
(and her step-brothers) knew exactly what Nord was talking about. He was always
on about their girlfriends' (or celebrating their lack of) but had never before
been quite so blatant about it. Freia was acutely interested in knowing how far
her step-brother had gotten sexually, for reasons that she couldn't quite
explain.
She'd
always been acutely aware of just how male her brothers were...they'd
always been there for her when she needed them, threatening to beat up whatever
boy had just broken her heart, and always providing the hugs that only a
brother can give.
Not
that it had helped, she reminded herself. She didn't fit in, and she never
would.
"Well,
we went and saw a movie last weekend." Heath replied, with a quick grin to
his brother. Toying with their dad had become a game.
"Saw
a movie" indeed, Freia thought. She bet that Heath and his girlfriend had
spent the entire time making out. It was surprisingly easy to visualize Heath
making out, imagining the feeling of his tongue in her mouth, his hands roaming
around her body, her hands exploring his, ending up at his...
"Sure
you did, Heath." her father replied, snapping Freia out of her daydream.
He chuckled, and decided to lay off his oldest. At least for a while. At least,
he thought, Freia and Van were safe. Freia had just broken up with her
boyfriend, and, based on past experience, it would take her a month to get over
it, and then she'd be onto the next guy. From her frequency in changing
boyfriends, he was fairly sure that none of them had gotten serious. Van, on the
other hand, was unpopular enough that he'd never even been kissed.
A
good thing, too. He remembered Freia's mother...she'd been a handful. A
borderline nymphomaniac, she'd been the first date that Nord had been on since
his wife had died so many years earlier, and they'd ended up back at her place
before they'd even been to dinner. He wondered if Freia knew what a libido her
mother had, whether she was aware and ignored it, or had just never been
exposed to her wild side.
She'd
left just three months after the wedding. If he was being honest, Nord
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