Big Peter

"It sounds like Katie came over," Emily said. "Lil Petey is doing all he can do."

"Which ain't much," his dad, Peter said. They were naked in the master bedroom, the older, hairy male and his young, college-aged prize. "You gonna go break it up?"

"Nah," Emily said, a little remorseful in not breaking it up. "Katie has seemed a little ... withdrawn lately. Need to keep her on edge."

She'd picked Big Peter, a chauvinist and misogynist, not because he was handsome or kind or generous. He was none of those things. She did it to deride and cockblock her younger sister. It'd gone farther than she'd ever anticipated. She lived here now, getting railed in all three holes by this old lecher. She was a trophy wife without the ring. And only now did she realize that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be, to live to spite another.