With a Bat...

The next day, you again found yourself stuck behind the counter of that apparently clientless little business enterprise, while Skeg, Rod and Dave were being entertained by your step-sister. Was this just going to be your life now? Trapped in fidgeting boredom as your mind mulled over everything they could be doing to her… and everything that she had done to you, last night. Somehow the scope of the former and minutia of the latter seemed to stretch on equally infinitely through the storms in your skull. You had barely been able to sleep a wink last night, feeling her breath upon the back of your neck as she snored away contentedly. No mention had been made of what had occurred beneath the stirring surface of that bathwater. You’d eaten together and watched flickering television and then lain down next to each other without a single hint that anything had changed. It almost made you believe that you’d imagined the entire thing… that your step-sister hadn’t reached around and jerked you off until you came, sat naked together in a soup bowl of taboo.

Over the top of all that were the more general fears of what you’d do if a customer actually did show up. And what if they recognised you were an eighteen year old boy wearing especially short, denim shorts and a flowery blouse. A crossdressing runaway who was supposed to be packing his bags right now to catch an flight across the atlantic toward the prestigious university your step-father had picked out. In fact, so embroiled were you in all these contesting worries that you almost missed the ringing bell which announced the opening of the shop’s front door. Fortunately… the lady who came in was already yelling before you even got a chance to see her. Your natural timidity bringing a hide-or-flight reflex that stalled somewhere between running immediately for the stairs and ducking behind the counter. Leaving you actually just stranded on your little stool like a rabbit in the headlights, facing the full brunt of a verbal **** not meant to be aimed at you.

“That’s it old man! I’ve waited long enough… you better have that 200 dollars you owe me or I’m going to start swinging at windows and then shove this so far up your-”

The woman’s tirade faltered mid flow when, in brandishing the large and sturdy looking baseball bat she was wielding… she realised the face she was waving it toward wasn’t the one she was expecting.

“Wait… Who the fuck are you?” She deftly redirected into, all the anger dropping out of her voice immediately. To be replaced with just mild, confused amusement. Never had you known someone switch between 100% fury and a chuckling smile so quickly… Somehow it scared you even more. She swung the bat back down just as easily, leaning on it like a cane and allowing you a moment to climb down from abject panic. Tall-heeled boots led their way up to tight-leather pants, topped off by an open checkered shirt and just a bra. Her hair was black and wavy, dragged out of her face by a wide bandana… but a certain shape to her nose was already seeming familiar.

“I-I’m Jo… Mr Skeg told me to- I’m just supposed to sit here while... He’s upstairs with my step-sister… I can-”

None of your attempts at escape by communication seemed to be landing. Surprisingly, nothing in all your years of extensive home-tutoring and strict, private education had prepared you for what to do if a quite attractive lady runs at you with a baseball bat. She seemed to have got the jist, though.

“Sister, eh? ...Cute.” You didn’t quite know what was cute, in her eyes. The twenty-something was looking you up and down with measured predation. Like an eagle deciding whether you were enough of a morsel to bother swooping down for.

“Well, Jo… Could you go up there and tell my no-good stepdaddy that Nancy wants him… though, maybe don’t mention the bat.”

She looked at you expectantly… but some suicidal part of your mind was still trapped in the feeling of responsibility over the duty you’d been given.

“Errm, but… I’m supposed to watch the shop… You can just go up… if you want?”

The threatening presence smiled, especially sweetly.

“Don’t you worry about that… I expect I’ve had a good deal more practice running this place than you have. I’ll make sure nothing gets broken… yet.”

Then she glanced up at the staircase to the apartment with a very different look… and said with a faraway tone:

“I’ve a few too many memories up there… to want to go back.”