Marital Bitch (Men with Badges) - By Jc Emery Page 0,14
usually is, getting settled for dinner is an affair in itself. James bounds downstairs and wraps each of my sisters in a tight hug. The Frasiers are definitely huggers, except for Dan. Thank God. I give James the eye as he whispers something in Charlotte’s ear that makes her blush. He may be like a brother to me, but she is my sister and he’d do well to remember that. I don’t care if he’s bigger than me, and likely stronger, I’m not above taking him to task. Even if he would be an improvement over that douche Peter that she’s dating. He’s got Darla anyway, it’s a moot point.
Louise leads us into the dining room where Colleen is setting the large table. She’s wearing a deep blue fitted shirt and matching sweater atop a pair of black jeans. Her shoulder-length hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She looks really cute. I don’t care for her haircut. She said it was called “The Rachel”, which doesn’t mean shit to me except that she cut her long blonde hair that I liked so much. She grins up at all of us. Nope, she definitely doesn’t know that I’m planning on asking her to prom. If she did, she’d be looking all nervous and fidgety toward me. My pretty girl is oblivious, as usual. Good.
After much chatter, the girls scurry around to get dinner ready while we men sit and watch ESPN discuss the Red Sox and their chances in October. That’s the benefit of being surrounded by so many women; they group together leaving no room for us guys to help. Dan shoots me knowing glances. He’s smiling, clearly happy with my attempts to… woo, I guess, his daughter. It sounds old-fashioned, but I guess that’s what it is. I definitely want to get better acquainted with her body… her curvy, warm, soft body; but I don’t want to just fuck her, either. I really want to have sex, I think it’ll be pretty fucking cool… you know, once I get the hang of it, and I think my best friend is who I want to lose my virginity to. James says I already lost it to Lisa Wilks back in sophomore year, but that was just a blow job. I disagree—warm, wet holes are not all the same. Not at all.
“Dinner’s ready boys,” Colleen bounces into the room. She literally bounces. God, I love her tits. I wait a moment before standing up. Nobody, especially her dad, needs to know I’m hard right now. Colleen waits for me, her smile still in place. She is completely oblivious to how much I like her tits, no matter how many times she catches me copping a feel. I walk up and drape my arm over her shoulders. “Heya, pretty boy,” she grins. I roll my eyes, tighten my grip on her shoulders and playfully glare at her.
“How many times do I have to tell you, you can’t call a dude pretty,” I say firmly. She giggles and covers her mouth. My pretty girl likes to get me riled up. If she goes to prom with me she’ll really see me riled up.
Dinner drags out and the twins make multiple not-so-subtle comments about our upcoming prom. Every time the “p” word is mentioned, I get nervous. I really don’t like how this is going. Colleen remains silent on the subject until James calls her on it.
“Okay, little sister, what’s going on over there?” She stares at him blankly, not having a clue to what he is referring. “Prom. You’re going, right?” Colleen clears her throat and blushes and looks down at her plate. James’s gaze shoots toward me and I try to play innocent. I haven’t a clue why he’s looking at me. Nope. Not a one.
“I don’t know. My friend Lindsay wants me to go, but,” she shoves some stew in her mouth and chews, trying to delay the conversation. “Neither of us have dates, so I don’t know.” I quickly shove some bread in my mouth and chew vigorously. I look up and survey the room. Everybody but Colleen is looking at me. This is fucking fantastic. “Do you have a date, Brad?” Colleen asks without looking up from her plate.
“Uh,” I begin, “no, I don’t.” I swallow the last of my bread, trying to figure out how to ask her… in front of both our families. This sucks.
“I thought Lisa asked you last week?” Colleen looks up and tilts