Let's check in on Adam.

Adam locked the main door of the car dealership and then turned towards the parking lot with his crappy car in view.

The entire workday consisted of him shadowing the manager and watching him do everything in his power to make sure someone buys a car. The man was so aggressive about the slightest things that Adam almost felt like he was going to pull a gun on the customers, and used him to run back and forth from the office whenever he needed something. Keys to one of the cars, bottles of water for them and the potential buyers, the man’s comb whenever the wind would even slightly tussle his gel-slicked black hair, and even a beer on occasion when a new someone hadn't pulled into the lot in half-an-hour.

He was good at what he did, able to somehow convince everyone who walked through those doors to buy something, but Adam was starting to think that the middle-aged douchebag wasn’t at all really interested in teaching him how to sell anything.

Or, maybe it was just him, Adam thought to himself as he got into the beat-up red sedan his dad helped him buy last year. It was older than him, technically, and had seen much better days. While the young man wanted to drive straight home and curl up in front of his video games, there was something he needed to do first.

With the sky now turning orange, about ten minutes had passed since Adam left the lot and drove on over to some house in the suburbs. He texted his sister and told her he was there to pick her up, and another five minutes passed before Rene walked out of the nice house. A beefy hand reached out from the darkened doorway and gave the slutty young girl a slap on her ass, causing her to jump with surprise and giggle as she skipped across the lawn towards Adam’s car.

Rene hopped in the passenger’s seat and her giddy expression shifted into one of disgust almost instantly. Her luscious pink hair bounced and bobbed as she sat down, her perky braless breasts jiggled around in her tank top as she reached over and put on her seat-belt, and her phone was out and in her hand just as soon as her large leather purse flumped down between her legs.

“Geeze, when are you going to ditch this hunk of shit and get yourself something that doesn’t wanna’ make me barf.” She whined, referring to his car without even bothering to look at him. “Seriously, it smells like oil and dog vomit in here.”

“You’re welcome for the ride…” Adam said, glancing back towards the eerily familiar house she came out of before driving off. “By the way, who’s house is-?”

“Oh, we need to stop by Alpha-Beta-Gamma. Harold needs a ride home too.” She said, which caused Adam to forget the subject he was asking about out of sheer frustration.

“Why can’t he just get one of the pledges to do it? And where has he been lately, anyways?” He asked, driving more reckless than he should be towards the local university’s grounds.

“Dunno’, don’t care. He just said to ask you if we could grab him on our way home… Oh, and he’s been on a bender with the boys ever since they finished up all of their tests.”

“... You didn’t really ask if-”

“Shhhuddup.” Rene shushed him as she reached into her purse and pulled out her flashy earbuds, still never looking at him. “I don’t care, just drive.”

Adam sighed with defeat and simply drove on, occasionally and very discreetly glancing over at his short sister’s bust whenever a slight bump in the road caused them to jiggle a bit.

He may not have a girlfriend to cuddle with at the end of the day, but at least his sister gave him plenty of eye candy to look at on a regular basis. Of course, he knew that he was a sleezeball for having any kind of sexual interest in someone who was actually related to him, but Adam didn’t really see the bitch next to him as his sister most of the time. She was just some narcissistic and bratty E-girl who lived under the same roof in his eyes, one that was likely going to wind up being one of the most famous video game streamers in the world around because she had a nice rack and knew how to put it on display for a massive internet audience.

Adam also knew about her OnlyFans account, but didn’t waste a penny on any kind of premium membership when he could just turn to his right and let his imagination fill in the blanks right then and there in the car if he wanted to.

Another ten minutes of driving had passed, and the distant siblings found themselves in front of their eldest brother’s fraternity. There were people standing around the place with plastic red cups in their hands, and most of the men seemed to be accompanied by some kind of at least mildly attractive girl under their arm. It looked like they were all celebrating the results of their exams, or just getting blitzed because they’d failed terribly.

After a while, Harold came stumbling out of the main double-doors of the large brick building. He was wearing a loose black shirt that did little to hide his prominent beer-belly, a pair of jeans hanging so low on his waist that his stained tighty-whities were visible all around, and a white/blue hat that was completely turned to the side on his fat sweaty head. Harold looked like he hadn't had any good sleep for days, and the amount of food crumbs in his messy brown beard indicated that he hasn’t showered in some time.

That last fact was confirmed when Harold opened one of the backseat doors and sat down, causing the entire car to shake under the six-foot-four beast of a man as the nose-wrinkling odors of booze, weed, body odor, and pussy flooded into the oily small airspace. He positioned himself in the very center of the backseats, not bothering to put on a seat-belt of any kind as he spread his legs wide and carelessly blocked Adam’s view in his rear-view mirror. Both passengers up front turned back to look at the man at the same time, giving him a look of utter disgust.

“Sup losers.” He said, then burped and chuckled, which caused Rene to grimace and go back to her phone and use her free hand to reach up and pinch the bridge of her nose. “Thanks for the ride, Goldilocks.”

Adam recoiled when the clearly intoxicated man’s huge hand reached out to mess with his younger brother’s long hair. Harold laughed and leaned forward to keep up the chase, but gave up rather quickly as his brother simply wasn’t having it. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a cheap pack of smokes.

“Dude, not in the car.” Adam pleaded with a frustrated sigh, but Harold paid no mind and lit up a fresh stick of tobacco anyway before pulling out his own phone to screw around with. He growled and sped off towards their house, the only thoughts in his racing mind aimed towards how much money he still needed to save so that he could move out and never see either of these shitheads again.

Adam had already saved up about a grand from his last job as a pizza delivery driver, but he needed to get his head into the game at his new job and become as aggressive as a salesman like his boss. ‘Anyone will buy anything if you say the right words and do the right things.’ The man would say.

Adam just hoped he could figure out what those words and things were before too long, and prayed that he could stop stammering when trying to speak to a customer.

It was nearly six-o-clock by the time they all finally pulled up in front of their house, and Adam noted that his dad’s motorcycle was actually there before the sun went down, for once.

He usually went to the bar right after work to hang out with his old friends if he wasn’t working in one of the surrounding towns and staying the night at a hotel over there, but it looked like he would be spending his Friday night sitting on the couch and watching whatever sports he could find on TV with Harold, being that that was their father-son bonding routine when they were both seldom home at the same time.

The three young adults stepped out of the clunky vehicle and made their way to the front door.

Little did they know, what was awaiting them would change their lives forever.