Page 42 of Trading Paint
“I’mso gladyou’re entertained by this.” I replied not so calmly.
“I’m sorry, it’s just...” her giggles prevented her from finishing.
I did the only thing I could. I kicked her.
“You know what...you suck.”
“Yeah, you wish right about now.” She cackled.
That did nothing for my problem, nothing at all.
The next fifteen minutes were spent with Sway making every sexual reference she could possibly think of. I tried to kick her off the bed and finally resorted to curling into a fetal position and trying to hide myself from her.
Spencer eventually returned to see the results of his handy work and gloat in his glory.
While laughing, Spencer choked out, “Wow there little brother, happy to see us?” and then proceeded to pat down his pockets searching for his phone. I could only assume that he planned to capture this on film.
Fortunately, for me, he couldn’t find his phone, which happened about four times a day.
Spencer has waged mental warfare on me for years and at some point, you’d think he’d move on but he hasn’t. Every chance he got he would take a picture of his fucking dick and send it to me in a text. Just so we’re clear, I did not enjoy this. It got to the point where I changed my number and refused to let him have it.
The happiest day of my teenage life was the day he moved in with Alley. The worst day was when he still came overeverygoddamn day. Other than sleeping at their apartment, they were always hanging around the house—it was unacceptable to me.
Getting him to release us was a chore. It took some major persuasion by Sway to get this accomplished.
I didn’t have the energy to chase Spencer out of the room once I was released but Sway did.
When she returned all sweaty and panting, I bolted for the bathroom. The reactions I was having to her this morning were alarming.
The entire trip home Spencer made references to wood and said the word “hard” any chance he could. Sway provoked him which was just another part of the day that was unacceptable to me.
At one point when we stopped for lunch, I pushed Sway against the side of the restaurant when everyone else walked inside.
“What’sup?” her eyebrows waggled, grinning lasciviously.
“Shut up already,” I groaned. “It’s not entertaining.”
“Oh, yes it is.” another grin. “It’sveryentertaining.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her fingertips touched to her lips as though she was contemplating. “Now tell me, do you always have this much of a reaction in the mornings or was it just in my presence?”
I couldn’t tell if she wanted an honest answer so I started to panic. “Yes...wait, what?”
“I’m being serious,” her eyes narrowed and she was being serious. “What’s with you? Why are you acting all weird...so I saw your morning wood,bigdeal?”
“Big?”
Her face flushed and her eyes darted to the concrete. “Like you need to be told,”
“Ego boosting is always good.” I suggested and leaned back against the brick wall.
“Like I said, you don’t need to be told but yes, you’re ratherlargeRiley.”
Spencer walked and looked at us. “Hey assholes—get in here.”
Sway reached for my hand when I groaned. “Comeon, let’s eat.”
“You need to stop it with that shit.” I hissed and smacked her ass causing her to yelp.
“Or else what?” she challenged opening the large glass doors to the restaurant.
