1. Sam's Saturday Night


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    the driveway. Dad’s SUV had a very distinctive sound that even I could recognise so I knew it wasn’t my parents, but it was only ten fifteen so surely it was far too early for Robbie to be home. Robbie is officially my stepbrother, though his Mum and my Dad married when we were toddlers and I can hardly remember a time he wasn’t around. We have always called each other brother and sister and have behaved as if we were, with all the squabbling and competitiveness you expect from siblings. We got on okay in an undemanding way, but had very different personalities - as did our parents. Robbie was two school years behind me at the time and was just eighteen. He’s quite tall, but at the time was a bit skinny and geeky and wore glasses. I had always considered him to be the baby of the family, which he hated but played up to when it suited him. On a Saturday night he would usually be out with his long-standing girlfriend Mary, a sweet but bookish girl he had been seeing for nearly a year. Mary was pretty in her own way but quite reserved, and would never have been seen in the kind of clothes my girlfriends and I routinely wore to go out. Still, she suited my little stepbrother and I was pleased for him. I was sure they were going to a birthday party that night, and knew that Robbie would normally take Mary home afterwards, so I was amazed to hear the front door slam and loud footsteps thunder across the hallway. I put the movie on ‘pause’ and went to investigate; in the kitchen I ...
    found Robbie dressed for a party but in a frantic, agitated state. He was popping open one of Dad’s beers from the fridge, something he would never normally have done. “Better not let Dad know you’ve had that,” I said in a slightly slurry voice from the doorway. Robbie spun round. “Sam! What are you doing there?” he growled. “I live here, dumdum!” I said, laughing. “Remember your big sister? Or is it so long since breakfast you’ve forgotten me?” “Sorry!” he growled, “I thought the house would be empty. I did wonder why the lights were on but...” “But getting a beer was more important?” “I guess so,” his whole demeanour was one of deflation. My little brother was not a happy boy. “Shouldn’t you be in town?” he demanded. “Not tonight,” I replied sulkily. “Why? I saw your gang on Broad Street, half naked as usual. That’s where the clubs are, isn’t it?” “I guess so,” I said sulkily. “So why aren’t you there too? Have you had a fall-out?” I looked at him bitterly. “In case you haven’t noticed, I have a rash like a pink flannel and a spot the size of a hamster in the middle of my face. That’s why!” I said coldly. “Anyway, what’s your excuse? Aren’t you supposed to be at a party with Miss Goody-Two-Shoes?” He looked sheepishly down at his feet. “I got drmpfed,” he mumbled. “You got what?” I demanded, unkindly. “I said I got dumped!” his voice was a mixture of hurt and hate. “Robbie!” I exclaimed, genuinely shocked and immediately angry with myself for being so nasty. “I’m so sorry! ...
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