“Why does he do it, mum, why’s he so Goddamn superior all the time? Mike’s doing well; he’s well thought of; he’s gone so far and he’ll go even further. Why can’t dad accept he’s different from him?”
Brigitte shook her head sadly.
“I don’t know, Lissa. He’s never respected Mikey’s choices; he’s never respected Mikey, full stop. Even when he was a little boy, you remember how he could never do anything right? That’s why Mikey refused any help from us at university; he couldn’t wait to be gone from here, his home. I used to send him money; he’d tear up the cheque and send it back. He didn’t want anything from us, not even from me; he cleaned toilets, stacked shelves, washed dishes, God knows what else, anything rather than let me help him, all because of your father…”
Lissa hugged her mother again, feeling her tremble as she wept silently, the sullen anger flaring into a fury inside her.
“That smug, superior bastard,” she thought. “I’m not standing for this any longer!”
Brigitte pulled out a tissue and wiped her eyes, then looked curiously at Lissa.
“You’re going after him, aren’t you?”
Lissa nodded, and smiled as her mother smiled wistfully, and a little oddly, at her.
“Kiss him once for me, Lissa, just do that for me, please? Let him know I love him no matter what.”
Lissa nodded again.
“Of course mum, I always do.”
Brigitte cupped her daughter’s chin as she smiled sadly at her.
“Just don’t hurt him, baby, ever; he needs you, he’s so alone…”
Lissa stared open mouthed at her mother as Brigitte made her way upstairs, realising what her mother had just said, that she knew about the two of them. Then Lissa shook her head resignedly and strode purposefully into the dining room, to find her father still seated, his face impassive. Lissa sat opposite him, and stared into his eyes.
“Why dad, why do you do that to Mikey? He never asked you for anything; he took fuck-all from you, because he didn’t want to owe you for anything. He made himself what he is, and all you do is sneer at him from your bloody ivory tower like the big ‘I Am’; what the hell is wrong with you?”
John Sheridan stirred as he glared at his daughter.
“How dare you…” he began but she cut him off mid-sentence.
“Because Mikey’s my little brother! Who do you think you are, dad? He’s your son; you’re supposed to support him, guide him, be there for him; when have you ever, ever tried to do any of those? Never, not once! You never even showed up at his graduation; you were too busy with your bloody friends to make time for your only son; all you want to do is make him into another you. Well I, for one, am glad he’s never going to be that!”
She paused, her face red with anger, her grey eyes blazing.
“Well done, dad, congratulations, you can pat yourself on the back now, once again you managed to get rid of him for another year, only I don’t think he’ll ever come back again; he’s finally sick to the back-teeth with you and your bloody ego, and your unasked opinions and your sneering at him; good fucking luck, dad, I hope you’re happy at last! I’m going to Mike’s place, he needs family right now, and that doesn’t include you, not anymore!”
John glared at her furiously.
“Lysette, don’t you dare go there. I forbid it!”
Lissa grinned mirthlessly.
“I’m twenty-six, not six; don’t you tell me what to do! I think it’s about time I moved out anyway; coming back here after uni was a mistake. I’ll be back tomorrow for my important stuff; I’ll arrange for the rest to be collected. If mum wants me, I’ll be at Mikey’s place until I get a place of my own. Goodbye dad!”
Lysette ran upstairs to kiss her mother one last time, then threw on her coat and jumped into her old Toyota for the ten-mile drive from Beenham to Newbury.
*
Mike had just finished putting the coffee on when he heard the key in the door, and then Lissa was in his arms, hugging him fiercely.
“Oh Mikey, I’m sorry, I should have known he’d kick it off again, he always does, no matter how many times he promises mum he won’t; it’s like a scab that won’t heal, because he just won’t stop picking at it. Mum’s had enough; she’s staying in the guest bedroom tonight; I guess dad pissed her off one time too many…”
Mike grinned humourlessly; he was surprised his mother had stuck it out for so long; John Sheridan and his arrogance would have tempted a plaster saint to mayhem.
Lissa grinned up at him, then hugged him again.
“Can I stay here, Mikey?” she mumbled into his chest. “I left home; I should never have moved back in; I can’t live near that man any longer. How mum puts up with him…!”
Mike stroked her hair, as always enthralled by the texture, the silky softness, the almost metallic sheen.
“‘Course you can Lissa, choice of three bedrooms, take your pick!” he grinned.
Lissa thumped him on the chest.
“Yours of course, you hulking idiot! Make me a coffee and I’ll be your slave forever!”
Mike pulled her closer and grinned as he kissed the top of her head.
“I thought I was your slave, Lissa?”
His sister grinned, then stepped away from him and looked him up and down haughtily.
“That’s right, you are, so bring my coffee up to the bedroom and serve it to me in bed, you insignificant little earthworm slave-creature!”
At that, Mike took a threatening step toward her, and Lissa squealed and ran out of the room, giggling as she clattered up the stairs and into the bedroom.
When he pushed the bedroom door open, holding a tray, the sight awaiting him almost took his breath away; Lissa was lying on the bed, naked, provocatively posed, her milk-pale skin tinted golden by the light from the bedside lamps, and her copper hair shining a deep titian red, touched with points of fire in the subdued golden light. Her eyes were hooded, mysterious, and her lips were curved in an inviting, sultry smile.
“Hello baby!” she husked, then her eyes narrowed as she caught the scent of what was on the tray.
“Oh Mikey, crumpets, you made hot crumpets! You darling, darling man!”
Mike put the tray on the bed, smiling happily as Lissa munched blissfully, eyes closed in ecstasy at the taste of the butter melting through the steaming hot crumpets. Mike watched in awe as she worked her way through a pile of the hot breads, grinning at her expression of bliss as she polished off the last one and dusted the crumbs off herself and the bed.
“That was so good, Mike, I think I’ll keep you after all!” she smiled happily, running her finger around his face and neck as she spoke.
Mike recognised the signs, and began stripping-off, Lissa watching avidly, her attention as always on his nakedness. For her, Mike’s body would always be the perfect male specimen: toned and fit, well-shaped without being muscular and hulking, but still well-defined, years of running and gym-work sculpting him just right for her tastes. Mike smiled as he watched her watching him, and when he slipped off his CK trunks, she grinned happily.
“Ooh Mikey, is that all for me?” she cooed, making him grin even wider.
“Of course, you shameless hussy; no other hot naked girls here, are there?”
Lissa grinned happily.
“Better not be, or you’d be a dead man by now!”
Mike slid onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer so he could kiss her properly. Lissa sighed and held him tightly, letting the last of the day’s tension drain out of her.
“Love you Mikey, never forget that!” she murmured, fondling him even as their lips met. Mike could feel her dampness against him, the heat of her pussy as she rubbed and squirmed against him, her actions telling him what she wanted. As they kissed, Mikey gently rolled her onto her back, feeling her lips curve into a grin against his, and when his hand drifted down her taut belly to gently stroke her damp and swollen pussy, she giggled and pulled away from him.
“Don’t tease, Mikey, I taught you better than that! Do it properly, for goodness sake!”
Mike smiled, gently nipping her chin with his teeth as he slowly rubbed her stiff clitoris, making her gasp and sigh against him, and when he slipped a finger inside her and began to pump gently, she pulled him closer for another, firmer kiss. She covered his hand with hers, pushing him against her as he masturbated her, his movements becoming faster and faster, until their joined hands were almost a blur. The scent of her arousal rose strong and sweet and compelling in the warm bedroom, the soft, heavy musk reaching down into him and triggering responses, elevating his own arousal, his own need for fulfilment.
“Mike… Mikey…!” gasped Lissa, almost delirious with need, and Mike responded, slipping between her splayed thighs to lower his head and lap at her. As his tongue touched her swollen clitoris, Lissa stiffened, her hands clutching convulsively at the bedclothes as orgasm suddenly blazed and sparkled through her, blinding and deafening her in a soundless explosion of pleasure.
“OOHHH Goooddd!” she screamed, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure swept across her. As she shook and trembled beneath him, Mike continued to lick and lap at her, savouring her sweetness even as orgasms swept through her, one after another, her body quivering like a softly-struck bell with the force and power of them, until she finally slumped back, exhausted and sated, a sweet, satisfied smile on her face.
“Thank you darling Mikey, you’re wonderful, did you know that? Now come here and get your reward!”
Mike grinned and straightened up, rearing over her, his penis stiff and straight as it pointed at her.