Author’s Note;
1) All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. There is also no sexual interaction between any blood-relatives.
2) This work contains depictions of both straight and homosexual sex. The one occurrence of man on man action takes place in Bad Habits.
3) This story is part one of a two-part follow-up to Broken Toys following Brad.
4) A special thanks to 1moeannie for her editing and proofreading, as well as, Little_Horny_Redhead among others who wished to remain unaccredited or couldn’t be reached, for their help and advice in developing a specific scene.
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FRESH START
(December 22nd, 1999: Brad’s perspective.)
It’s already a stressful situation. This is supposed to be my first Christmas with my brother and his family since we were kids. We were born into the same broken home but ultimately raised by different surrogates. I would go to a prestigious hospital designed for reclamation projects like me. My half brother and sister were sent to live with their biological father several years earlier. Their father is a moderately wealthy man who sent them to the finest schools and provided a naively comfortable life.
I still don’t know what became of my full-blood-siblings. It’s something that neither my caseworker nor the family court is willing to share with me. This leaves me in a large house surrounded by strangers who seem disgusted by the very sight of me. They aren’t openly hateful but they do little to hide their disdain.
Our shared mother was a heroin-addicted, lot-lizard when she met my father. He was a disgraced Virginia State Trooper, released from duty after being caught stealing drugs from the evidence lock-up for my mom. He too had issues with substance abuse, issues which usually resulted in violence. My siblings were fortunate that I was the firstborn from the union. I always caught the brunt of my parent’s combined rage. Eventually, the police and social services came, ending that portion of the nightmare. I was released from The Restoration House six months ago.
I’m fortunate that my sister, Joslyn, tracked me down, and picked me up from the hospital. She’s a kind and compassionate soul but my nephew’s place on the Autism Spectrum meant that my unexpected presence in their home proved too great of a strain. After about two weeks she was able to guilt our brother into taking me in. I got the sermon about the dangers of being a freeloader as if I had just spent the last three years of my life doing bong hits and playing Halo. My Brother, Travis, works as a lawyer for a well-known business litigation firm. Last year he married Lydia, the daughter of one of the senior partners.
Travis and Jeffrey, the farther in-law, are in New York meeting with some big-time potential client. With the two of them gone, I am left in this house with three women and one other man. For at least the next two days, it’s me, Lydia, Camryn, her niece, Audrey, the step-mother-in-law, and Tyler, Camryn’s dipshit boyfriend. We are also expecting my half-sister Joslyn, as well as, Tanya, Camryn’s mom, and Lydia’s sister on Christmas Day. Lydia had only allowed for Travis’s trip with his promise that he would be here on Christmas Eve.
I can tell from the looks I’m getting that no one wants me here. Audrey keeps addressing me as if I’m the help. Lydia is giving me the same pitiful look that has driven me crazy for years. I have the impression that Camryn and Tyler are a little scared of me, but not enough that they leave me the fuck alone. No, it’s the type of fear that allows them to become slightly confrontational. This is especially true of Tyler who seems to get off on making comments about me being a psycho killer or retard. There is no in-between with him. Having no other options, I choose to keep my head down and just deal with it.
As frustrating as it is, I understand everyone’s anxiety around me. I am 19 years old, never employed, can’t drive, only recently learned how to shave, having never been allowed to have a razor, and I sleep in the living room to reduce the number of times I wake up screaming. I’ve spent most of my time trying to catch up on my social milestones. Today was my first shave without drawing blood. I’m studying for my learners-permit. I don’t want to be a burden, even to a bunch of stuck up assholes. I plan that as soon as I am able, I’ll get a place of my own and be out of their hair.
It’s 10:00 am Wednesday, December 22nd, 1999. I’m sitting in the living room with the new love of my life, coffee. It’s been three years since I was allowed to have stimulants. Every morning Lydia personally grinds the beans, giving me the first cup to take with my medicine. In the living room with me are the other two people who are around my age. Tyler’s 20 years old on break from UVA. Camryn is 18 years old and will be graduating from Herndon High School in the spring. That is, of course, if the world doesn’t end at the stroke of midnight on January gaziantep escort bayan 1st, Y2K. I’m feeling on edge thanks to the surreal, visceral images in Tyler’s “Silent Hill” video game. I’m not coping well with its violent imagery and themes.
There’s nothing on TV that I want to see. I am subconsciously letting my eyes wander to Camryn whose nuzzled up against Tyler, who is too engrossed in his game to pay her any mind. Camryn is a little on the chubby side but by no means unattractive. She’s curvy with long wavy strawberry-blonde hair, brown eyes so light in color they appear almost yellow, and full pouting lips. Her light pink tank is stretched tightly over her round, grapefruit-sized breasts. She is wearing a pair of pink fleece shorts that draw my attention to her thick creamy thighs and plump shapely ass. She may be a tad pudgy around the belly, although, her tight smooth skin more than makes up for it.
If I’m being completely honest, I repeatedly find myself aroused by the myriad of women in the house. The only sexual experience I’ve ever had was with Raven, my male bunkmate at Restoration House. I have never kissed a girl, seen a vagina up close, or even seen so much exposed skin on a girl my age. It’s been 6 months since I’ve had sex and a week since I’ve had enough privacy to masturbate. Unfortunately, whenever I have been able to sneak away to the bathroom someone else pounds on the fucking door two minutes later. By this point, I salivate at every subtle movement of Camryn’s voluptuous body.
“Help you?” Camryn asks with a hateful glare that breaks my trance.
“With what?” I ask.
“I don’t know, Perv, you tell me.” She snaps.
“Hey, Forrest Gump, that’s your family dude.” Tyler adds without breaking away from his game.
“Forrest Gump?” I ask.
“Jesus, you are a retard,” Tyler jeers.
“Come on, don’t call me that. I’m sorry if I was staring.” I plead, trying my best not to lose my temper.
“Well you fucking need to try harder. I ain’t into that hillbilly incest shit that you probably came from.” Camryn says, her voice getting louder.
“I gotta bust your head bruh?” Tyler growls causing my heart rate to suddenly jump.
“You two leave him alone. Long stares and zoning out are side effects of the diazepam. He has no control over it.” Lydia states, immediately defusing the situation.
Tyler and Camryn seem content to calm down. I, on the other hand, am getting ramped up. I stand up and quickly walk outside trying to cool down. As I pass by Lydia I catch a brief glimpse in her eyes. They’re filled with sincerity and a seemingly familiar sadness. She’s a pediatrician so I’m sure she knows she just lied. Of my two prescriptions, neither of them cause the side effects that she described. Upset stomach, insomnia, confusion maybe, but none of them warn that I may spontaneously check out a relative’s tits. I am fairly certain that at least a part of her knows that I’m in the wrong but her response spared me from the consequences. I turn to meet her as she joins me outside with a cup of coffee and a lady’s coat.
“I’m sorry, Brad. They don’t understand what it’s like to be where you are. Tanya saw to it that Camryn never had a want, and Tyler, well that entitled little shit learned everything he knows about the real world from watching MTV. How are you holding up?” Lydia asks as I put the coat on.
“I’m fine. I know that I am not welcome here. I appreciate you guys taking me in. I promise that if I had anywhere else in the world that I could go then I would be there.” I reply somberly.
“You’re fine here. I don’t care how welcome the others think you are. This isn’t their house. It’s not Camryn’s, Tyler’s, or my Dad’s latest bit of arm candy, it isn’t even your brother’s house. I own it outright. I will be the one to decide who is welcome.” Lydia says bluntly.
“Arm Candy?” I ask not following.
“Audrey is not my mom. She’s only like ten years older than me and seven years older than Tanya. My dad gets a new little dancing girl every five or six years. They always meet, love at first sight, then after a few years, new tits, and a brutal divorce, he gets a new one.” She responds sounding half amused and half disgusted.
“I’m sorry.” I state.
“Don’t be. Good people can be just as stupid as bad ones and my dad is no exception. My sister and I each got a house out of the second marriage. It wasn’t what we wanted but if he cares enough to try and buy our forgiveness then maybe one day he will save himself the money and learn from his mistakes. Go figure, I end up marrying a guy just like him.” She says with a bewildered look on her face.
“Forget you heard that.” Lydia adds, blushing.
“Yes, Ma’am.” I reply quickly.
“Lydia or Sis. I am only 29, far too young to be called Ma’am.” Lydia says, taking a sip from my coffee before handing it back to me.
“Yes Ma… Umm, sure thing Sis.” I reply with a smile.
Lydia gaziantep escort telefonları is smiling back tenderly. Then she suddenly breaks eye contact. It’s as if she was in a trance and just snapped out of it. She gives me another quick look, sees me shiver in the wool ladies’ coat that’s far too small for me. I can see the wheels turning in her head as she runs inside. It feels like only a second passes before I see her returning with a vanilla-colored leather Coach wallet. She pulls three one-hundred-dollar bills from her wallet and hands them to me.
“I can’t possibly accept this.” I say.
“Of course you can. This is a Christmas gift for you. Travis and I don’t have any kids, and we were finished with the Christmas shopping in November. This is your first Christmas with us and I want you to be able to go shopping like everyone else. You know, the traditional Christmas experience. Here’s another fifty, just make sure that when you get back that you are wearing a coat of your own.” Lydia says as she hands me four crisp bills.
“Thank you. I don’t know what to say.” I respond, getting choked up.
“You just said thank you, so I don’t think you need to say anything more. I will get the kids around so that they can take you to the Mall. Be nice, try to get along, and have fun.” Lydia proclaims with a smile.
It’s the most money I have ever seen let alone held in my hand. There are only three or four people in the world who have shown me this level of kindness. So I have to make good on it. I find myself starting to think of gifts for Travis, Tyler, Jeffrey, Tanya, Camryn, Audrey, and of course something special for Lydia.
It is a full hour and a half before we can pile into Camryn’s Honda Civic. We were frequently being held up by Tyler’s many attempts to get Camryn to slip away with him. It’s not anything new. He pulls this at least once a day. I know they are sexually active. I can hear them at night, five minutes or so of moaning and grunts every twenty minutes for about an hour. Honestly, I don’t care what they do. It is just irritating that the only time he seems willing to break away from his games is to catch some booty. It’s just as aggravating to see a woman who is dumb enough to let herself be used so blatantly.
It’s 12:45 pm as we pull into the Dulles Town Center in Sterling Virginia. It’s the first time I’ve ever stepped foot in a mall. I don’t do well with large crowds so it is pretty distressing as I realize that Tyler and Camryn left me stranded by the front doors, despite having been told by Lydia to stay with me. Nonetheless, I am determined to complete the mission I set for myself. As promised, the first thing I do is buy a leather coat with a sherpa lining. I fucking hate the idea of being alone in the crowded building. I figure that if I continue shopping then not only will I be distracted from all of the people but, hopefully, I’ll eventually stumble across my escorts.
FULL HOUSE
(1:14 pm: Lydia’s Perspective)
What the hell is wrong with me? Travis, ups and decides that he is going to spend the week of Christmas working in New York with my dad, leaving me here alone to tend to a house full of people that he invited. I spend all of my time making sandwiches, brewing coffee, and cleaning up after these people. So, what do I do when I finally get them out of my house? I decide to break out the rubber gloves and clean the bathroom. Well, at least it’s quiet. It’s been at least three days since I’ve had a few consecutive hours of peace.
I thought it would be fun to have a house filled with family and love. It certainly is a far cry from the mundane routine that Travis and I have been slaves to recently. We work long hours with our demanding callings. He either comes home to find me in my office, Camryn’s room, or I arrive to find him in his study, Audrey’s room. We only eat at the same four or five restaurants, where we always order the same dishes. Even our lovemaking’s treated like a thoroughly scripted and carefully scheduled chore. What I got, however, was days filled with rude teens, a constantly blaring television that I don’t get to watch, tension with Audrey, and the endless work of caring for my newfound brother-in-law.
I understand with Brad, even if for some reason Travis doesn’t. After hearing everything that poor boy went through, there was no way I would let him end up in a homeless shelter or some random halfway house. My husband is a private man, not inclined to share his feelings or talk about his past. I didn’t even know he had a brother until Jocelyn called looking for help with Brad. Even then prying the information from Travis was like pulling teeth. It wasn’t until a week later when Jocelyn called back that I had finally got the whole story.
Everyone is on edge around Brad, having learned that he had been in a psychiatric hospital for the past two or three years. I made a point gaziantep escort videoları of making everyone mindful of his triggers and ticks, if for no other reason, for their safety. It’s unfortunate how often people misuse words like psycho or crazy. Brad is neither. He is the psychological equivalent of a burn victim in the sense that the traumas he sustained are still visible years later. He cries out in his sleep, suffering from the occasional night terrors even at his age, aside from the Halloween movies, he doesn’t like loud noises or violence. He shields his plate when he eats. Considering all that he’s suffered, can you blame him?
I can’t help but feel guilty when I look at Brad, being unhappy with my life and the convoluted web of drama of which it’s comprised. His life, on the other hand, has been one living hell right after another. Behaviorally speaking, Brad is the least of my worries. Indeed, he stares lustfully at the women in the house, myself included. He didn’t have the opportunity to properly learn personal boundaries. Despite what any man may think, we can feel when their eyes are on us, as easily as we can if it is their hands groping us. It’s an instinct that every woman must have to protect herself. There is a part of me that wonders if maybe I like the idea of him checking me out.
I find it funny that Camryn was so upset with Brad’s lingering stares when her boyfriend has been shamelessly eye-fucking Audrey and me since he got here. I’ll say this, that little shit, Tyler is in for a rude awakening when Tanya gets here. I was already put off by the way he acts around Camryn or how rude he has been toward Brad. I reached the breaking point about twenty minutes ago when I found the pile of used condoms between the guest bed and nightstand. It’s not like I don’t have at least one wastebasket in every bedroom. Whereas my sister Tanya may be the more liberal of the two of us, I sincerely doubt that she would approve.
As I leave the bathroom, I see Audrey standing in the hallway. I know she is waiting for me. She is probably planning on slipping away while everyone is out of the house. She does this every time my father is away on business. The two have been actively cheating on each other since they exchanged their vows. It’s no secret to either of them as they both do little to hide their indiscretions. I suppose that as long as they are happy in their false ignorance, I too can pretend not to be bothered by it. All I can do is simply learn to make peace with the fact that they’ll do whatever the hell they want.
Every few years my father will marry some girl half his age, spend a bunch of money on her, and if she doesn’t breach the prenup, leave her with a thirty grand severance. My father is a decent man in many respects. He supports growth in the community, and he has never failed to come to a friend’s aid, regardless of the consequences. That being said, he is a terrible husband and neglectful father. He’s cheated on every woman he’s ever been with, my mother included. Tanya is my half-sister and the daughter of one of my dad’s many mistresses. So, I hold no ill will toward Audrey for her extramarital activities.
Audrey is a little different. She’s never tried to be a parent to Tanya or myself and has been open to the fact that her marriage to my father is one of convenience. She immigrated to Washington, D.C. in the early-’80s from Belfast, Ireland, after some train she was on was involved in a bombing. My father is licensed to practice law in Virginia, DC, Pennsylvania, and New York. He met Audrey through Tanya who flips houses for a living. Audrey was a real estate agent in DC and Northern Virginia who was tasked with finding an appropriate location for his DC office. A year later, they were married, which was especially upsetting for Tanya.
“Afternoon, Luv,” Audrey says, with a warm smile and thick Irish accent.
“Hello, Audrey, Going out are we?” I ask, taking note of her long black formal gown and heels, despite the two inches of snow on the ground.
“Aye, it’s a wee Baltic out but dead on where I’m going. If you are okay with my leaving. I don’t want to be a melter.” Audrey replies.
“It’s your life. We had this talk. I don’t particularly care what you do, so long as I can plead ignorance to it. A melter?” I ask.
To be honest, I don’t understand half of what Audrey is saying most of the time. I have learned to simply respond to her tone and fill in the blanks as I go. I discovered more than two years ago when she asked if we had any fags in the house, that even though we are both speaking English, we aren’t always using the same language. I now know she was simply asking for a cigarette but one could see how that might be awkward.
“Aye, a melter, an annoying person. I understand your position, it’s a parful one, but this is still your house, and I would not presume to show you any disrespect in it. Did you need a hand, Luv?” Audrey asks, seeing the bag of trash in my hand. “It hardly seems right that you finally get the house empty and you use the time cleaning. If it were me, I would have bunked-off the housework and be on my third pint of black stuff by now.” She added with a grin.
“No, I’m just about done anyway. So, will Tanya be here tomorrow?” I ask.
“Why do you ask?” Audrey replies with a nervous expression.