Call Bullshit

"Imogene just tell me the fucking truth." I blurted. I wasn't in the mood for it. My brain was firing on all cylinders, I had an erection, and was in the middle of trying to handle a drive through order. At this point, playing Imogene's games was just one more thing that I didn't need. Hell, if Charlotte hadn't been here, I probably would have already just paid her fine and had done with it. I caught my gaze drifting to my little sister's chest and the low cut dress she was wearing beneath the jacket. She did have nice tits, I reflected. Full, round, and my eyes took in her hard nipples... was my little sister not wearing a bra?

"Brent! I've been sitting out in the cold for almost four hours! Becky had to leave for work early." Imogene sighed. "It's not MY fault that..."

"Bullshit, sis. " I said in a calm tone. I wasn't calm. I was frankly getting a little pissed off. "I'm not an idiot. Now, I don't know what's up with you and Dad..."

"Ok, Fine, Becky didn't park the car, her date did. He has this thing about having to drive apparently." Imogen shrugged her shoulder. "So, yeah, he was a jackass and neither Becky or I was having a good time, so I sent you the texts as soon as I found out the car was towed. "

That admission caught me a little off guard. Used to be that I'd have to listen to a couple hours of garbage before she'd finally admit even a smidgen of the truth. I pulled the car ahead, trying not to think about the close quarters. Why did it have to be NOW? Any other time I could deal with this easily, but with all the tension, it felt like just one more thing waiting to strike. There was a soft shake to my fingers now. Nothing obvious, yet. Ok, remember half of defeating an attack is acknowledging it's happening... Crap.

"So, I'm cold, and I hope you had a really good reason to have your phone off." Imogene spoke accusingly. "You're supposed to be the one I can count on, Brent. I had to call an Uber for us, and that gets expensive. "

"Hell, the only reason he knew you were texting was because I was cleaning up his phone. Brent was in bed with his wife, which you probably guessed, and his girlfriend, which you probably didn't. Oh, and just FYI, as far as fake texts to your boyfriend go, those were first rate. Fooled me at least, and probably would have fooled Kaila if she saw them." Charlotte spoke the last cheerfully, but there was a slightly sinister undercurrent to her tone.

I rolled the van to a stop at the drive through speaker, ordering quickly for myself and the two women in the car. It was a quick break in the tension, and the thought of food did help the other hungers that were still growing.

"Wait, so, you were on his phone, and he was in the cabin with Kaila with his... I'm sorry, who are you again?" Imogene apologized insincerely for not even bothering to pay attention when I had introduced Charlotte the first time.

"I'm Charlotte," Charlotte extended her hand to Imogene, who shook quickly and uncomfortably.

I waited for the inevitable demand for explanations. Another thing to use as leverage against me.

"So... you're Brent's... girlfriend?" Imogene asked, her face taking on an air of acceptance. "And Kaila's ok with this?"

"No, no, I'm not his girlfriend... I'm more Kaila's girlfriend. Oh boy, Brent welcome to the the fun part of being in a multiple. Trying to give the short version to family. "

Imogene blanked for a moment. Her face turned from one of confusion to one of smug satisfaction.

"Oh man, Dad would read you the riot act. " She laughed, rolling her tongue around the bottom of her lower lip. "So how many girls are you dating? Your Girlfriend, who isn't her..." She pointed, her expression taking on satisfied twist. "is at the cabin with Kaila? Right?"

"Well, we haven't really made it official..." I began, intending to explain.

"It's not official but it's absolutely happening." Charlotte butted in. "You asked me to be blunt." She shrugged her shoulders as I handed a bag that fortunately didn't shine with grease to my sister, after rapidly handing a bill to the bored looking guy behind the drive through window. Boredom everywhere, and yet, here in this car, things were getting extremely interesting.

Charlotte's admission of the facts seemed to have caused Imogene to think there was some hidden motive behind everything. To be fair, that was how things tended to go in my family. None of us would ever talk about things except in euphemism and dancing around topics. When you got blunt, we just assumed that you were trying to say something else. No, it wasn't the healthiest way to be, which is why I didn't see family much and Imogene was the only tie I really had back to it.

"Ok... umh... do I know your girlfriend, Brent?" Imogene asked, seeming still trying to catch up with the conversation.

"No, but I'm sure she'll want to meet you one of these days. Did they give us any Ketchup?" I asked as I pulled out of the drive through, careful not to get nailed by a speeding car. This exit was awful, I reflected.

"I don't know about you but I've worked up a hell of an appetite this morning." Charlotte asked, digging through one of the bags.

"So uhm..." Imogene's face took on a blank expression as she opened a paper wrapper. She paused, and her face became extremely sad. "Please don't make me go back home."

"I can't afford the fine, sis. Not this time." I explained calmly, pulling the car around yet another concrete island. Navigating this city was a nightmare and a half, since it had never really shed the pedestrian planning, and cars felt like unwelcome bulls traveling down Spanish streets. Half measures had been put into place, but the main technique of the urban planners seemed to be similar to that of an auctioneer. After a while, everything just went to the highest bidder.