A Simple Solution

“What the hell are you thinking, Cheryl?” Katrina asked, shocked at her best friend’s behavior. They had never acted like this so before. Neither of them had ever been so forward or so… competitive. Why, Katrina thought. We’re stripping in front of my brother! She’s been infatuated with him for over a year now, but Cheryl has never made a move on anyone unless… she thought someone else was making a move as well.

“Dammit, Cheryl,” Katrina cursed. “I’m sorry, but acting like a slut is not going to prove that I want Gerald. He’s my brother after all.”

“I’m sorry,” Cheryl blushed. “I, I don’t know what came over me.”

Gerald stared at the two girls. It couldn’t be that easy, he thought.

“It’s a good thing none of our other friends are over yet,” Katrina said crossly. “Who knows what would have happened.”

“Who else is coming over?” Gerald asked, breaking into the conversation.

“Holly and Lisa,” Katrina said, looking at her brother. “I decided it would be better to stay in tonight.”

“The twit and the bitch? Is there any reason why I have to put up with them tonight?”

“Because they’re my friends,” Katrina sniffed, glancing at Cheryl. “And if you decide to stick around tonight, maybe you can find out why she’s such a bitch towards you.”

Cheryl blushed. Raising an eyebrow at her reaction, Gerald growled, “Maybe a good spanking will straighten her out.”

“And since two of us are already dressed for the occasion, I should let you know they are staying the night,” Katrina smirked.

“What about Mom and Dad?”

“I convinced them to get a hotel room tonight,” Katrina smiled evilly. “We’re going to do our drinking here.”

“I do believe that our parents would take offense at their liquor getting raided,” Gerald said. “And I mean no offense to you, but if your friends are coming over, you should get dressed.”

“Not to worry, Gerald,” Katrina said, bending over to pick up her tank top. “Lisa’s bringing over several bottles; if you’re good, we’ll share.”

The doorbell rang. Cheryl jumped at the sound, gathered up her clothes and sprinted out of the room.

“That must be them,” Katrina said, putting her top into place. “I’d better let them in. You be good, hear?”

Gerald growled as Katrina laughed her way to the foyer. Picking up his book, he thought, what am I going to do with four teenage girls in the house. How am I going to relax before the long drive tomorrow?