Family Ties

Sarah was waiting at the window for her brother's truck to pull into the driveway. "Tink, sitting there is not going to make him get here any faster," Carol said working on her knitting."I haven't seen him in so long. Just let me have this Mom."He rolled up, parked, exited, and pulled his bags from the truck's bed. "YAY! He's here. See. it worked!""And you only had to sit there for an hour," Jack said while reading his copy of The New York Times.She couldn't contain herself anymore. She sprinted to the front door, threw it open, and ran. "BEAN!" She leapt off her feet, and he caught her in mid-air. "I missed you so much, " she said.She repeatedly gave him quick kisses all over his face.He scrunched his face. "Tink! Tink! Stop. I missed you too," Dean said with a small laugh.He bent over to put her down, and she hung there like a gold chain."You're going to break my neck. You wouldn't want that, would you?""What's with the five o'clock shadow? I'm not sure about it. It's pokey.""Still hanging on my neck.""Sarah Grace Driscoll, release your brother!" Carol called out from the open front door, wiping her hands on her apron."FINE!" She released her grip and dropped a foot to the ground.She took his hand and dragged him to the door."Come give Mama some sugar." Carol presented her cheek."Hello, Mom." He kissed her cheek and gave her a firm hug."Ease up. I'm old and frail. Don't break me in half," she said."No, you are not. You are still young and beautiful. Just like the day we met. And you are about sixty pounds lighter, too." Jack took his wife in his arms, dipped her, and gave her a passionate kiss."Gross.""Oh, get over yourself, Tink. You should be so lucky if your husband kisses you like that after twenty years of marital bliss," Carol said."You are looking good, son. I'm not sure about the scruff, but it's ruggedly handsome; California really agrees with you."Dean shook his father's hand and then hugged him. "Or is it because of Allison? Where is she, by the way?" he asked."Is she coming later?" Carol asked. "Hope she knows she'll have to fly commercial. We are not sending the Gulfstream back for her.""She can walk for all I fucking care," Sarah said under her breath.Dean shot her a look."Sore topic? The amazing Allison?" Sarah said with disdain."I'm going to go put my things in my room."He picked up his bags from the foyer and headed for his room, crossing the nine thousand-square-foot farmhouse.It was a beautiful ranch-style home that had been in the family for over a century. It had been updated and rooms enlarged and additions to it over the years. At one time, nine people lived in the house. His father had a big family. Six brothers and three sisters, all two years apart, except for their Uncle Perry. He and his father were twins.The Driscolls had made their money in Thoroughbred horses. When a horse would retire, they would sell its sperm for breeders to procreate their mares. They also have several bulls, but the horses are where the money is. The business has been in the family for several decades. It started with Jack's grandfather, and the operation was handed down to the family's males. Dean has expressed no interest in it and told his dad that his cousins were welcome to it. He'll keep his shares. He lives off the interest anyway. He and his sister have more money than they could spend in a hundred lifetimes. Jack and Carol have more money than God.The ranch is located on 800 acres in Lexington, Kentucky. Due to intelligent business practices and significant investments, their net worth is in the billions.They always insisted that their children remain grounded. Each has a job regardless of their bank balances. Dean works for the FBI, and Sarah works in the athletic department of her former high school. She was the head of the gymnastics, cheer, dance, and equestrian programs. They donate their salaries to various charities.Dean dropped his Louis Vuitton bags on his oversized four-posted bed. It was full of useless pillows, and the comforter smelled of fabric softener. His room was large. Mahogany bookcases filled with thousands of books lined the walls. There was a sitting area with an eighty-five-inch T.V. and every game console available. Hundreds of games organized in alphabetical order in sequence game systems were released. A sitting area with two oversized leather chairs and a large coffee table surrounded it. It had a wet bar in the corner. His room was once his great-grandfather's library. Including the bathroom, the room was close to three hundred square feet. A rolltop desk was against a wall where there was a window that brought in natural light and a beautiful view.He dug into his pocket for his phone and called Allison. "Hey, babe. I know you told me not to call you that. What am I supposed to call you? Allison? Isn't that a little formal, all things considered? Fine. My parents were asking if you were coming out. I don't know, maybe because they want to see you. No. You'd have to fly commercial. It wasn't my decision. Of course, she is here; she lives here. Don't say that. That's not fair. Babe. I'm sorry, Allison, I would like you to--- no but--- alright. Yeah, I'll call you tonight. Fine. Maybe you can call me if you have the time. I---"Allison had hung up before he was able to finish his sentence."Fucking Bit---" He sat down, looking defeated."Trouble in paradise?" Sarah asked.He dropped the phone on the bed, and it bounced. "How long have you been dipping into my conversation?'"About half a bag of chips. In other words, I heard everything.""We are just going through a rough patch," he said with melancholy."Well, I don't like her anyway. Feel free to break up with her. Trust me, she won't be missed. Gold-digging bitches never are.""Tink, she is not a gold-digger."She walked around to the end of the bed."What are you wearing?""Do you like it?" She was in a halter top and a pair of the shortest shorts he had ever seen outside a beer commercial."Where's the rest of it?" Dean asked. "You don't go out in public like that, do you? Does Dad approve of your fashion choices?""You don't like it?" She turned in a circle. The denim climbed high up her perfect heart-shaped ass.He rolled his eyes and went back to unpacking his bag. "If I still lived here, you wouldn't be able to leave the house looking like that.""When was the last time I saw you, big brother? It feels like forever. I missed you like... like... well, I really missed you. I don't think I have ever been this long without you. I hate that you moved.""I know you were wearing a lot more clothing. And it's been about seven months. You know that was not my choice. That is where the bureau sent me.""The government ruins everything, and seven months is entirely too long. You know there were some special occasions within the last seven months. Dad and Mom's anniversary, Easter, Passover---""Tink, we aren't even Jewish.""Most importantly, you missed my birthday Bean. My twenty-first birthday. You promised to take me out for my first drink--"He looked at her."Okay. My first legal drink. Doesn't matter if it was my first or my hundred and first you promised."He could see the disappointment on her face.He stood up, "Come here." He opened his giant arms.He took her in his arms and hugged her. His six-foot-six frame enveloped all of her four-foot-nine. He was a massive remarkable sight. He was two-fifty, muscular, with a thick mop of messy black hair and his father's emerald green eyes. She had a long blonde ponytail that bounced when she walked; her eyes were hazel and flecked with green and gold. She weighed around ninety pounds and was toned, like an athlete."I'm sorry.""It's okay. Alex took me. We had a good time." She knew this was going to piss him off. He snarled. He didn't acknowledge the sentence. Maybe it wouldn't be true if he didn't. We should get back to the den. I need a drink now more than ever. I'll have one with you- my first drink with my legal sister." He bent down and kissed her on her button nose."Can I have a piggy?" she asked.He let out an exasperated sigh and feigned annoyance. "Fine. Hop on."She tried to jump up on his bed. It was almost comical."Oh, heavens to Betsy."He stood up, grabbed her wrists, swung her around, and put her on like a backpack."Wheeee. That was fun," she said. **********He carried her on his back until they reached the den, flipped her over his shoulder, and dropped her on the couch."Be careful with her! She's not a toy Bean!" Carol exclaimed as she sat down in her chair.Dean went to the wet bar, filled a glass with a large ice ball, and picked up a bottle of whiskey."Wow, Dad. Pappy Van Winkle Family Reserve 23 years old. Where did you get this?"He poured himself a glass and swirled the amber liquid around. He took a sip, held it in his mouth to savor the flavor, and then swallowed. "Damn, that is really good.""I got it from a guy in Ohio. Paid full price, but you tell me if it was worth it.""He paid too much if you ask me," Carol said."She who drinks Beluga Gold Vodka, which runs what? A thousand dollars a bottle. I have some stones in my pocket if you would like a couple," Jack said."He's right, Mom. And you once called it the cheap stuff.""I never!"Dean sat down next to Sarah. She cuddled against him, and he put his arm around her, drawing her in tight."You have. A couple of times that I remember," Dean said"Zip it and drink your whiskey," she said."Why didn't you get me something? You don't love me anymore?" Sarah whined."I'm sorry, Tink." He kissed her on the top of her head. "What do you want?""No, no. It's okay. I can get it myself." She took his arm off her and stood up. She pulled her shorts out of her ass crack."Do you really need to do that right in my face?""Well, I'm not going to do it in front of Dad's face." She stuck her little pink tongue out at him playfully."So, did you talk to Allison? Is she going to come out? Or is she mad about the whole flying commercial thing?" Carol asked."I did, and she's not coming. We are going through some stuff right now.""My guess is she's going through your bank statements right now," Sarah said.She started singing the song Gold-digger by Kanye West."TINK! Be nice. That's his girlfriend you are talking about," Carol said."When he breaks up with her, I won't talk about her anymore.""You barely know her. You met her, what? Twice?" Dean picked up a pillow and threw it at her.She caught it and threw it back. "Kids! Please, not in the house!" Carol said."You would rather we throw your pillows outside?" Sarah joked."You know what I mean.""Twice is one time too many. In fact, I knew in the first seven seconds of meeting her. Science was right."She poured herself a glass of the Van Winkle and rejoined Dean and the couch."You're just jealous because I have someone, and you might die alone surrounded by cats.""First of all, I love cats; second, maybe I have somebody. So, take that!" She blew a raspberry."Yeah, right. Who would date an annoying little bug like you?" He blew one back."Alex.""Alex. Alex, who?""Vasquez. You mean you're actually dating him?"Dean had an intense hatred of Alex Vasquez. Unlike some of Dean's idiotic friends, Alex was a really good guy who always treated Sarah with respect. She had a crush on him for years; maybe that's why he didn't like him. When he was around, she tended to forget that he was even on this earth. As far as he was concerned, no one was good enough for his Tink, no matter how nice they were."I didn't know you were seeing him. When did you start seeing him?""I don't know. We've been on and off for a few months now. I wouldn't call us serious, but we enjoy each other's company. You would have known if you came around more or texted me every now and then. You are never around anymore. We don't talk on the phone. You barely text me. Hell, you barely answer when I text you."Dean put his drink on the table, and Sarah did the same, hurrying to the end of the couch."Oh, is that right?" Dean asked defensivelyShe crossed her arms. "I guess I just don't rate anymore. Not since Allison slithered into your life.""That's what you think? That you don't rate anymore?""Don't forget about the slithering," she said.He grabbed her ankle and slid her on the leather couch towards him. He started tickling her. She laughed and struggled to get away from him. During the tickle fest, he accidentally grabbed her breast, and it popped out of her tiny top.He immediately stopped. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do that," he said, embarrassed."It was an accident. No worries," she said, stuffing her breast back into her shirt."That will teach you two to roughhouse. Now you have to spend the rest of your life knowing you felt up your sister," Jack said."JESUS CHRIST DAD!" Dean exclaimed."Want to pinch my butt, too," she whispered.He whispered, "It's not like I would have too much standing in my way.""Can we get some pizza, Mom? I haven't had pizza in forever. Allison has me on a low-carb, low-fat diet. It's been six months.""Sure. The number for Spennatos is on the fridge."Dean hoisted himself off the couch."Help me up, Bean. I have to piss like one of our racehorses." Sarah said.She stuck out her arms, and he yanked her up. She was now standing on the couch."Classy Sarah."Turn around."He turned around. She hopped up on his back."Seriously?" he said, sounding annoyed."You're going that way.""Ugh. Fine." He walked out of the room with her on his back.She played with his hair, running her fingers through it and tickling his scalp. He took a deep breath. He always loved it when she did that; she had started doing it when they were little.He dropped her off at the bathroom and went into the kitchen to order the pizza. He was drinking a glass of water when she walked in."So, tell me the truth, Bean.""Tell you the truth about what?" he asked, draining his glass."Why have you been gone for seven months? And don't say you were busy with work. Even the government gives you federal holidays off. It's her, isn't it?""Sarah, don't talk about things you don't know.""I know she's not good to you or for you."He put his glass in the sink and looked out the window."I can say the same about Vasquez," he sneered. "Why are you on and off? It doesn't sound like he treats you very well. Or you would be all on and never off. Are you an option or a choice? He's a player. Always has been, and always will be. Make sure you're using a condom.""Don't talk about things you don't know!" She said sarcastically. She hopped up on the counter. "You know that is not true! And Alex treats me like a princess. He has never mistreated me, unlike how some people get treated. And don't bring my sex life into the conversation. We made a deal never to discuss our sex lives." she said. And come on! How can she deny you pizza? That's just fucking evil.""She's just looking out for me. She wants me to be healthy, that's all. Like I want you to be healthy. My baby sister doesn't need to start collecting STDs."She glared at him. "I'm going to drive right by that. I do have a question. How bad does it hurt?""How bad does what hurt?""Your ass. She has her hand so far up it, using you as her puppet." She put on an oven mitt that was sitting next to her. "Hi, I'm Dean, and I have no balls because I let Allison carry them in her purse." She used the mitt like a puppet."Come on, Tink. That's not fair. You have no idea what our relationship is like.""I know I love you more than she ever will. I know that I would treat you like the King that you are. She's just not worthy of you, Bean." She hung her head and watched her feet swing side to side. "I know you love her more than you love me. Your absence proves that. I mean, you missed my birthday." She was on the verge of tears. "Soon, I'll be lucky to see you once a year. You'll forget I even exist. I'll become someone you only talk to at Christmas when you need me to move my car." She threw the mitt down on the counter. He came over and took her tiny hands into his. His were the size of pizza pans compared to hers. He rested his forehead on hers. "Please tell me you don't believe that. That breaks my heart. You know you are my world, Tink. Since the day you were born, I promised to guard you and keep you safe. Look, I am sorry I haven't been back to visit. I am sorry I missed your birthday."A tear was gliding down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb. She sniffed. "You didn't even call or text me, Bean. What were you doing that was so important that you completely forgot about my birthday?""I honestly don't remember.""You don't remember? Well then, it must not have been so important that you would forget me," she said, her voice cracked.He kissed her on the nose. "Nothing is more important than you, Tink. No one is more important to me than you are. Please believe me." he begged her. "Tell me you believe me. I can't live if that is what you think.""Yeah, I guess so.""I need more than I guess so.""But, I don't know if I really do believe you. Actions speak louder than words. You have been here every birthday since the day I was born. I waited all day. My phone never left my hand. Literally.""I don't know what more I can say besides I am wholeheartedly sorry. I love you, Tink. More than you can ever know."She looked guilty. "When midnight hit and the day was done, I went to bed and told Mr. Bear I hated you."He was shocked. He had never imagined she would ever have hate in her heart for him. He stepped back from her and propped his body against the counter."Oh my God. Sarah. I have never been so hurt by someone's words. And I have had some really terrible stuff said to me over my twenty-four years.""I should have never told you that. I'm sorry, Bean. I wanted you to feel as bad as I did that day."He crossed his arms and looked at the floor. He didn't know what to say. He had spent the day arguing with Allison. It was like a marathon of yelling, swearing, and ignoring each other; she had told him she hated him that day, too. Not as much as he just heard Sarah did. It was like she was keeping his mind preoccupied. He couldn't tell Sarah that. It would only further ignite her anger towards her."I'll forgive you if you forgive me," he said.She looked back down at her feet. "I do. I don't think I can forget, but I can forgive. And I do believe you."He kipped off the counter and stood in front of her. "I never wanted to make you hate me. I promise I will be home for every birthday till the day I die. I'll make it a federal holiday."She said nothing.He lifted her head gently by the chin. "Okay?"She shook her head."Never doubt how much I love you," he said.Not even thinking, he cupped her chin and kissed her softly on the lips. He had his eyes closed. It took a second for her to process what was happening, but as soon as she did, she closed her eyes and reciprocated. It was a soft romantic kiss. They heard a heavy knock on the front door.They separated slowly.They looked at each other. Neither said a word for several seconds. Finally, she broke the silence and the tension. "So, did you like it?""Like what?" he asked."Feeling me up?"He laughed a little. "It was my sister's boob. So, absolutely not."He helped her down."Alex does.""You didn't need to go there," Dean said."Jealous?""Why in God's name would I be jealous? That's not exactly the word I would use. Disgusted. That would be a better word."He wasn't sure why, but he felt a pang of jealousy. He knew he loved and cared for her more than any guy could, but he brushed the feeling under the proverbial rug."Kids! Grab some plates! The pizza has arrived," Carol called.Dean grabbed plates, and Sarah got the napkins. He was walking behind her. She does have a great ass. No denying that no matter who you are, he thought.She glanced back and saw his eyes fixated on her ass. She smiled to herself. She purposely dropped the napkins. She bent at the waist to pick them up. He just stood there looking at her. He saw the smallest bit of her fire-red thong. He felt dick started to twitch inside of his pants. She has a better ass than Allison, I'll tell you that, he thought. Maybe I should give it a little pinch. I mean, brothers and sisters always pinch each other in play. She twisted at the waist and looked at him. "Go ahead. You can touch it. It's just being playful. I wouldn't take it any other way."He put his hand out and was about to run his hand along her crotch."DID YOU GET LOST? WE'RE GETTING REALLY HUNGRY. THIS PIZZA SMELLS AMAZING," Carol called.He pulled his hand back like he was touching a hot stove. Mother of God, what was I thinking? I know what I was thinking with. This is insane. I am insane. I need to get laid. It's been too long since my cock had been buried balls deep in a wet, hot pussy. This is your sister, for heaven's sake. I mean, she's not your biological sister, but your sister, nonetheless.She had really changed her wardrobe since the last time he saw her. She used to be in regular shorts, jeans or stretch pants, and shirts that covered her everything. Oversized sweaters and sweatshirts. He had never seen as much of her body as he has today outside of a bathing suit. For some reason, this was different.They drank whisky and vodka and wine. They ate pizza and leftover Christmas cookies Sarah had found in the freezer. They told stories they had told a hundred times, but they were still as funny as the first time they were told, and they laughed till they hyperventilated. Sarah took her usual position of snuggling up against Dean, his arm over her like a seatbelt. He had never felt so light and free from his burdens. It was like it was in the past before he moved to California and met Allison. He took in her scent. She smelled like lilac. He absolutely loved the smell of lilacs. He played with her ponytail, twirling it around his fingers, releasing more lilac. He kissed her on the top of her head. She snuggled deeper into him. He felt so much love in his heart for her.