Baby Number Two(21)

Robert, like all mom's more long-term men, was ridiculously wealthy.  What made him standout from the masses was the fact that he was actually  born in the same decade as her. He was also one of Hawaii's two  senators, making him one of her most influential men yet.


                       
       
           



       
When mom informed me that Robert had a son about my age, I assumed he'd  be no different than all the other spoiled WASP brats I'd grown up with  back in D.C. Boringly obedient, meticulous, and terrified of doing  anything that might ruffle their parents feathers.



The very last thing I was expecting was the national crisis that was Jack Fitzgerald.



When Jack came, he came hard, spitting copious amounts of seed in every  direction. He remained hard for a full minute afterwards, and I was able  to get a clear look at his glorious length when he let go of it to wash  his hands. It was about the size of a cucumber, uncut and fairly thick,  offset by a patch of coarse pubes that were the same shade of ash brown  as the hair on his head. If the male genitalia could be beautiful, his  was deserving of some sort of award.



I was so distracted by it that I didn't realize he was staring at me  too. It was the first glimpse I'd gotten of his face, and I could feel  my own turning hot with embarrassment as his lips curled into a  suggestive smirk. "Well don't just stand there," he said, speaking his  very first words to me. "At least come over and introduce yourself."



I don't think I've ever run as fast as I did then. I was short of breath  by the time I made it back inside the house, so much so that mom took a  break from unpacking to scrutinize me.



"What?" she asked, crossing her arms. "You're not smoking that shit  again, are you? Because you know how much Robert hates that. He still  hasn't gotten over the last time."



She was referring to the night he'd caught me finishing off a roach in  my car after work. He was visiting us in D.C. to help us prepare for the  move, and though I wasn't doing anything that concerned him, that  didn't stop him from taking it personally. He went bitching to her about  it under the guise that it would lead to bad press for him, and she  sided with him as if she hadn't been the one to introduce me to pot to  begin with.



"Oh really?" I challenged, nodding towards the window. "Well maybe someone should tell his son that."



Mom followed my gaze and gasped when she saw Jack walking towards the  house clad in nothing but a towel. He was also smoking one of the  fattest joints I'd ever seen. Poor Robert. He could control his  committees, but he sure as hell couldn't control his son.



Mom laid into Jack as soon as he entered the house, not seeming even  remotely fazed that the outline of his dick was visible through the thin  fabric of his towel. Then again, why would she have been? She'd seen a  small arsenal of them in the past year alone. This whole domestic thing  she had going with Robert was cute, but it wouldn't last. She'd managed  to sweet talk him out of a prenuptial agreement, which meant it was  really only a matter of time before she helped herself to half of  everything he owned and got the hell out of dodge.



I just hoped it wouldn't happen until after I left for college. I wasn't  sure how many more cross-country moves I had left in me.



Jack laughed in mom's face, grabbing a beer from the fridge on his way  to his room. I couldn't really blame him for having a hard time taking  her seriously. She was the third woman his father had married since his  mom's passing, making her just another notch on Robert's very-expensive  bedpost in his eyes.



Mom turned her attention back to me once Jack's door slammed shut. She  had this look on her face like she was trying to find something to scold  me about, so I took off to my room before she could get the chance. Any  normal mother would have been concerned about her daughter sharing a  roof with a self-entitled prick like Jack Fitzgerald, but not mom.  Seventeen years of being pseudo-raised by her had made it clear that she  didn't have a maternal bone in her body.



Collapsing on my bare mattress, I took a moment to gather my thoughts,  but they kept drifting back to Jack. I suppose I should have expected  him to be attractive considering Robert certainly wasn't bad looking for  his age, but in retrospect, I think part of me didn't want him to be.  If living with total strangers wasn't nerve-racking enough, having a  stepbrother who looked like he belonged in Playgirl was the final nail  in my coffin.                       
       
           



       



I went out that night. Spending the day unpacking had taken something  out of me. I needed the chance to unwind, and I was given it when my  older sister Kiana informed me that her and her roommate Andrea were in  town for some festival. She'd made the decision to transfer to the  University of Hawaii in Honolulu after finding out we were moving here,  and I was more than a little grateful. Knowing she was just a short  drive away whenever I needed her made the prospect of living with Jack  seem a whole lot less daunting.



The three of us spent the night exploring downtown Kailua, immersing  ourselves in the culture and street food. Eventually we ended up in a  club, and they managed to sneak me past the bouncer with little effort. I  might not have been legal yet, but I was at least blessed with a face  that didn't give that away.



The club was dimly lit and packed from wall to wall with gyrating  bodies. Beautiful Hawaiian music filled the air, drowning out any  conversation, and our both became littered with empty cocktail glasses  and weed residue within an hour of being there.



Some of it was mine, but most of it wasn't.



Kiana smiled at me from across the table, exchanging a peculiar look  with Andrea. It almost seemed flirtatious, but I didn't overanalyze it  too much. College had a tendency of bringing out the more adventurous  side of people.



"I'm really glad you decided to come out with us," Kiana slurred at me,  reaching for my hand. She was already on her third or fourth drink of  the night. If she wasn't drunk yet, it was really only a matter of time  now.



"Yeah, well, I couldn't stand being around mom for much longer," I told  her, running my hand over my hair to ensure that it wasn't starting to  frizz up from the humidity. By some miracle, it wasn't. "And Robert's  son is a real piece of work too. The guy has no couth whatsoever. I've  barely known him twenty-four hours and I've already seen him naked."



Kiana laughed, swallowing back the last of her drink as the music  tapered off into something a little more mainstream. Beside her, Andrea  bent to snort a line off the table, completely disregarding the  judgmental looks a few people in another booth were giving her. "Yeah?"  Kiana said, sloshing around the ice at the bottom of her glass. "Well if  you think that's bad, you should have seen this guy Andrea brought home  the other night. He looked like he was still going through puberty, but  that sure didn't stop him from climbing into bed with her."



Andrea lifted her head and wiped the excess powder from her nostrils  before giving Kiana a firm shove in the shoulder. "I told you. I saw his  school ID. He was born in 1987, meaning what we did was perfectly  legal, thank you very much."



"Sure," Kiana said, giving her a disbelieving look. "I'm just glad you're finally getting back out there again."



Andrea shrugged and rubbed the pad of her thumb over the lipstick stain  she'd left behind on her glass, briefly catching sight of herself in the  reflection. Her pupils were somewhat dilated, making it clear that her  high was setting in. "I figured it was time," she said, waving her  acrylics in the air. "Michael has been moved on. I heard he's back to  fucking with this girl he cheated on me with in high school."



"Fuck him," Kiana said. "You were too good for his ass anyway."



Andrea gave her a grateful smile. "What about you?" she asked as she  turned towards me, steering the conversation off of herself.



I frowned. "Me?"



"Are you dating anyone?" Andrea elaborated, giving me a look like I was  thick in the head. "And don't tell me you're not. There's no way you're  out here looking this good without getting hit on left and right."



"Nah," I said, shrugging. "I messed around with a couple guys over the summer back in D.C., but nothing ever came of them..."



Kiana looked intrigued by this. "Yeah? Any of them cute?" she inquired, resting her chin in her hands.



I took a moment to think over my roster of failed dates. The first guy  was named Kevin. He was a graffiti artist with a pretty large following  on the east coast, and he treated me like an absolute princess. He was  always buying me thoughtful little gifts and taking me on unique dates.  Unfortunately, I wasn't the only girl that he was wooing, and we ended  up breaking up when I discovered that he already had a girlfriend.