"If you're wanting dinner you'll have to fix it yourselves," she said with a locked jaw. "We've eaten already and you weren't here. I won't cook for someone who can't bother to show up on time."
If I had been able to do things my way I would have turned around and marched out of that kitchen right then, But Ashley had unobtrusively grabbed the back of my shirt and held me still, halting my would be march out of the house.
I made myself say in a voice trembling with hatred, "Okay Mom. But we've already eaten." Only then did Ashley release my shirt and gave me a slight push, indicating that I should keep moving.
I exited the kitchen all too aware of the dagger my mom was shooting at me with her mind as I turned my back to her.
"I'm proud of you," Ashley muttered as we climbed the stairs to my room. "You controlled your temper quite well. Of course there was that moment there where I had to grab you to stop you from storming out of the kitchen." She chuckled softly as I turned to glare at her over my shoulder and nearly tripped over the stairs.
"For that I should make you sleep in the guest room," I grumbled as I caught myself on the banister.
"But you wouldn't do that." As we reached the landing Ashley spun me around and kissed me, sending my mind into a spiral of activity which ceased as she abruptly pulled away. "Not if you want more of that you won't," she teased, still holding on to my waist.
Josh chose that moment to emerge from the bathroom wearing only a pair of denim shorts. Apparently he had just taken a shower because his short hair was damp and spiky, and a towel was slung over his bare shoulder.
He has this disgusting habit of strutting around the house shirtless, showing off his 'muscular body.' My mother quite enjoys it though; it reassures her that he's a 'normal' boy. I prefer to think of it as smug and egotistical, but since when does what I think count?
When he spotted the two of use at the top of the stairs he sneered and said, "Awfully daring aren't you? What if Mom were to catch you dykes?" I knew he was trying to provoke me, so I did nothing but glare menacingly at the boy who is unfortunatey related to me by blood.
When his remarks did not receive the response that he had expected, he tried again. "You better get moving or I might have to tell mom what you're up to again. I heard she beat you up earlier Dana."
'Goddamn little prick,' I thought angrily. So that's how she found out. He must have called her at work the moment Ashley showed up.
Ashley must have sensed my anger because, for the second time that night, she restrained me, this time gripping my arm.
I was not the only one whose temper was threatening to explode though. Josh looked positively murderous that we weren't screaming bloody murder at him for his crude barbs. So he tried a third time.
To Ashley he said knowingly, "You know, I know a good cure for dykes. You just need some good dick because you obviously haven't had any in a while. If you ever think of following my advice, give me a call."
Oh, he had sunk low with that one. That homophobic bastard. I'm going to tear him apart when I get the chance.
I opened my mouth to say something nasty to him, but Ashley beat me to it.
"You prejudiced child," she said in a cold and controlled voice, "you have no idea what you're talking about. Dana is a lot better in bed than you'll ever be, so don't go around saying that you can 'cure' me because all I'll have to do is look at her and I'll love her again. And personally, I just think that you're jealous over the fact that Dana can get more girls than you can."
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud at the sight of my brother's enraged face. He had turned a deep purple color and was gaping at Ashley, unable to think of a good comeback.
Wordlessly, the two of us walked by him and into my room, shutting my door swiftly behind us.
I wasn't even able to turn the light on before Ashley grabbed my wrist and began forcefully dragging me over to my bed.
"Would you at least let me lock the door?" I protested, just barely managing to escape her grasp before she wrestled me down into submission. The last thing I wanted right then was a repeat of earlier events in the day.
"Oh, right," she said sheepishly as I walked back over to the door and fastened the lock. Immediately after I had clicked the lock into place, Ashley had grabbed me from behind and pressed me face first into the door and began kissing the nape of my neck.
Moments later we wound up on the floor, playfully wrestling each other for dominance.
"What happened to the bed?" I asked innocently as Ashley found herself on top of me.
"Fuck the bed," she hissed.
After some more struggling I had her pinned to the floor. "Fine, if that's how you feel, I'll go fuck the bed."
Ashley struggled to regain control, but I held her to the floor with an iron grip. "No," she said resignedly, "fuck me."
I grinned and began removing her clothing. Those pieces of cloth were seriously getting in the road.
chapter 7