Terri shook her head, “That’s not me.” She threw her thumb at me.
“Hey!” I said in protest.
“Yeah, I heard you could be a bit of a mallrat,” Remmi said.
“From who?” I asked.
“Mom.”
“When did you talk to mom?” I asked.
“We have lunch twice a month or so,” Remmi said.
“Really?” I was surprised. Mom never spoke of Remmi, or lunches, or really anything for that matter.
“Why so surprised?” Remmi asked.
“It’s just… it’s hard picturing mom taking an interest, you know?” I asked.
Remmi watched me for a long moment before speaking.
“I take it y’all don’t get along?” Remmi said.
“She doesn’t get along with anybody,” I replied.
“I’ve never had a problem with her,” Remmi said, a touch of confusion in her voice.
“You’re more than welcome to her then,” I said bitterly.
“Ash,” Terri said in a warning tone.
“No, it’s OK, Terri. Everyone has their own relationship with their parents. No two are the same.” Remmi nodded to herself. “Yeah, Mom probably latched onto me as the oldest. But I know her pretty well, I think. I can see how you could think badly of her. But, that’s something we can take apart when we’re both sober,” Remmi said.
Then Remmi started talking about all sorts of mundane things. She spoke of school and asked how ours was going, what our plans were for the future, and how Thomas was doing.
“He’s still wearing that ratty old hoodie?” Remmi asked.
“Refuses to take it off, even to wash it, I think,” I said, and we all laughed.
“Still no girlfriend then?” Remmi asked.
“I think he likes video games more than girls,” Terri said.
Remmi nodded, “I can see that.” Then Remmi looked up in thought for a moment before coming back down to us. “Speaking of games, did y’all want to play one?” Her tone immediately set alarm bells off in my head.
When I was younger, we’d played board games and card games, but Remmi always came up with rules that weren’t in the instructions. Most of the time they involved mischief, petty larceny in our house, tricks, that sort of thing. Nothing serious that I knew of, but I was just a kid at the time.
“What kind of games?” Terri asked.
“Well, I have cards and some of the traditional board games like Life and Monopoly and–” Remmi said.
“Monopoly?” Terri asked. “Who still plays Monopoly?”
“People that hate their family and like flipping tables during a rage-quit is who,” I said.
“Well, my version of Monopoly isn’t exactly stock standard,” Remmi said.
I knew there were hundreds of versions of Monopoly out there, everything from Cats to TV Series.
“That and… I’d say it was less family-oriented and a bit more adult-oriented, to be honest. Y’all probably wouldn’t–” Remmi said.
“Oh, now I gotta see it,” Terri said.
She didn’t know how my sister acted when it came to games. Remmi was VERY competitive… mercilessly so.
“I dunno…” Remmi said, glancing at me.
“Just go get it,” I sighed.
Remmi grinned with only part of her mouth and went into the other room. She returned with the box before I could warn Terri about Remmi’s competitive side.
The box she put on the coffee table in front of the couch was your standard, stock Monopoly box. Sure, it was a bit older, but there didn’t appear to be anything special about it.
“It’s just plain old Monopoly,” I said. “Actually, this looks like the same game we used to have at home.”
Remmi grinned, “It is. Dad let me have it when I moved out.”
She opened the box and started laying everything out and setting it up. She let us pick our tokens; I chose the cannon and then she handed out money. Then she started handing out sets of property.
“In the version I play, all the property is handed out as sets… you know, to move things along,” Remmi said. Then she put hotels on every property.
I looked at her while she was doing it, and she just told me to “Hang on a minute.”
Finally, she was done and sat back.
“OK,” Remmi started.
Then I saw something I’d never seen before: apprehension on Remmi’s face. For as long as I could remember, Remmi had always been the gung-ho, not afraid-of-anything kind of woman a young girl looked up to and tried to emulate.
Remmi nodded to herself and seemed to put on a determined expression.
“OK, so… in my version of Monopoly, all the property is already sold, so there’s no more going in circles forever before people start getting knocked out.”
“They’ve all got hotels, too,” Terri said.
“They’re not hotels,” Remmi said, taking a breath. “They’re brothels.”
I stopped looking at the board and then slowly looked up at my sister. “Brothels?”
“Yup,” Remmi said, her trepidation fleeing as she pushed forward. “When you land on one, if you can afford the… services, then the owner performs them for you. If you can’t afford it, you must work off your stay by providing services to the owner.”
“I’m in,” Terri said without an ounce of hesitation.
I ignored the tingling in my crotch and said, “What kind of services?”
Remmi grinned at Terri, then reached back into the box and pulled out a pair of large pink dice.
“These are services,” Remmi said as she handed them to Terri.
Terri glanced at them and handed them to me with a stupid grin.
I looked. One of the dice had body parts instead of numbers on it and the other had actions, mostly sexual in nature.
“You roll them and that’s the service you either give or receive,” Remmi said.
I looked up at her with the dice still in my hand. She stared back at me, her expression… unreadable. I glanced at Terri, who was practically bouncing with excitement. I wasn’t sure. I mean, my dick was all in, but I still wasn’t sure about doing stuff with Remmi. But another look at Terri swept aside my hesitation. I couldn’t take this away from her.
“I’m in,” I said as I returned the dice to Remmi.
Remmi cocked her head at me. This was an expression I’d learned long ago. This was her surprised/curious look. I think she expected me to try and say that I’d just watch or something. I dunno, but with a blink, it was gone, and Remmi was grabbing the regular dice.
We rolled to see who went first and it ended up being Terri, of course. I’d learned that while Remmi was ruthlessly competitive in games, Terri had the gift of pure luck.
I didn’t own anything on the first row of the board, so I wasn’t immediately nervous when Terri picked up the dice. Well, I was. There were butterflies in my stomach, and I found myself excited by what was happening, even with my sister present. The thought of maybe doing some naughty stuff with Terri in front of my sister sent a different kind of tingle through my belly.
Was this it? Was this what Remmi had planned? A frat house game of Monopoly? Part of me was saying “Of course this is it, she’s your sister, she loves you, she’s not a monster!” While the other half was still looking for that ever-dropping other shoe.
The sound of the dice hitting the board shook me from my thoughts.
Terri moved her piece, the dog. She had a thing for animals, and in any game she played, she would choose an animal as her avatar if possible.
I heard her sigh in disappointment as her piece stopped on Chance. The cards turned out to be the standard game cards and Terri paid her fine from the card with a frown.
“Don’t worry, it’ll get better,” Remmi said as she rolled the dice. Remmi chuckled at Terri’s frustration as her token moved past Terri’s properties and landed on one of her own.
Then it was my turn. I found that I was nervous as I picked up the dice. Usually, when it came to sexual things, my cock’s desire tended to push me through my nervousness. Not this time.
“Snake eyes!” Remmi called out as I rolled a two.
I moved over to the “Community Chest” spot and reached for a card.