He’s on the highway to hell – at least for Roxy!

As he hurried over to the place of his deceased uncle’s widow Claire he couldn’t stop repeating to himself over and over that he was going there with pure and perfectly helpful intentions. His crotch just had an opinion of its own as to who would be helped.

The situation was tempting beyond belief, to be fair. Ever since his Uncle had died in a sudden accident being away from home for work as usual, Jake had come to be rather close with Claire and her kids. It was mostly women in the house, seeing how Claire and her husband had two daughters and only one boy. Who, to make his situation even worse, had been the youngest of the bunch.

But since last month any and all doubts about Charlies maturity had been removed as the boy had become nineteen. And nice as he was he wouldn’t drink even if you’d **** him, something Jake neither understood nor regretted. It was simply how the boy wanted it to be, and seeing how he didn’t even remember his old man, who died only a couple months after Charlies birth, and Jake being almost like an older brother to him, he fully supported the boy.

The boys’ sisters on the other hand were not nearly as reserved. Clarisse was the older one, with 22 years almost the same age as Jake himself, a fact she never failed to point out when they met. She did probably think of him as something like an older brother as well, but that sure didn’t help him in winning her favor. She accepted he was family and thus allowed to be around, but that was it. In all other aspects she sure was looking down on him. She liked to party with her friends from college and with her high, slender frame, her modest, but definitely damn well shaped breasts and her blonde hair she was sure to never leave a party alone. Her sister Julie was either just overshadowed by the self-asserting presence of her sister or too picky with her men, else he could not explain why she was actually single most of the time. Admittedly she wasn’t as much of a party girl, and almost – though only in comparison with Clarisse – nerdy looking.

As tempting as those sisters were, however, what his thoughts really focused on was the object of his hatred. The brat, Roxanne Millers. Or, as she herself insisted, Roxy. Apparently the daughter of Claire’s sister, 29-year old Roxy was the black sheep of the family. Literally.

From her jet-black hair to her preference for equally dark clothes everything about her screamed of her rotten nature. She wasn’t a goth or had some other reason for her style, she just by her own words, wanted to give people at least one warning about her character. Jake knew that wasn’t true. She preferred to really hit people where it hurt unannounced.

Again, he felt for the remote. Today, he would enjoy surprising her!

He turned around the corner and saw Claire already standing next to her car, itching to get going. Her face lit up at the sight of him.

“Here you go!” She threw him her spare keys. “Everyone’s still in – for now. I hope I wasn’t seeing things when I caught the brat at seemingly making plans with friends. If you’re lucky she’ll be out soon. I’ll hurry to be back in two or three hours” She gave him a wry look. “In case I was mistaken and she stays in I’ll owe you one and you’ve got my permission to tie her up, gag her and stuff her in the closet.” He laughed and saw her off.