Not Too Wise, but No Oaf

He nearly had a heart attack internally as he saw her piercing blue eyes and flowing purple hair out of the darkness of the hallway (and of course, her pink bralette and thong), but he played it cool. "I was worried about her. She drank a lot Kelly..."

"You never cared any other night..." She huffed. "Were you stealing money? Let me see your hands." She demands.

Brandon wave his hands sarcastically and turns it around on her, "You steal money from mom?" He asks accusatorially.

"What!? No!" He knew he hit the nail on the head, by the look on her face. God! How she could project. All her worst flaws she threw at him in years past, some deservedly so, but this past year Kelly had been acting out, not giving a shit, and letting a parade of shitty guys into her life. Soon someone else would be in the running for the worst kid in the family.

"You know what I think, Kelly?" He got up in her face. "I think you should stop and care a little more about mom. I know you've had a hell of a year. We all have, but mom needs us... and sneaking in every douche bag that wants in your pants, fucking around, and being mostly terrible to everyone is going to backfire on you, Kell." Brandon poked her right in the chest below her collar bone to make his point. He could tell he struck a nerve as her chin pulled on her mouth contemptuously as she fought to let her brother from seeing any chance of puffiness in her eyes. She didn't want to let him know that he could pull her strings.

She huffed through her nostrils, determined not to give him the upper hand. As she did, a different odor struck her. Her eyes veered only a the merest distance away from her brother's challenging stare as she wondered what 'that' smell was and why she suddenly felt a wetness in her crotch.

"Fuck you, Brandon." Was all she said.

And with that, he knew he won the argument. "It's been real. I'm going to bed." He shoved past her as she stood there, still searching for some way to make him hurt.

"Why did she moan?" She asked, her teeth still clenched.

He turned around for one last retort. "Same thing you and Steven, Billy, whatever the fuck his name is... were doing!" He mimed licking pussy, thrusting his tongue between a V in his fingers mockingly.

"You're gross." She says, looking anywhere but into the same piercing blue eyes they shared. Yet, as she spoke she realized just how exposed she felt; she couldn't help but naturally cover her tits with one arm and her dripping pussy with the other.

"Well at least I'm not a slut." He sniped. Headshot. She didn't even respond, so he capped off the night with some more shame. "Mom was in pain. I was helping, now go to sleep and I won't tell mom you were breaking the rules." He was proximally true, but wrong in all the ways that mattered to his conscience. As he lay back down he felt somewhat vindicated for getting back at Kelly, but he couldn't help but wonder if he was out of line for the way he treated her tonight. However, there was one more rude thing was on his mind; he had to give her a mild headache.