Chapter 21

Just as Barbie was dressing and about to leave her brother’s room his phone rang. Barbie watched him pull the phone away from his ear and look at it as if checking to make sure it was indeed his phone. Then he smiled and pushed the speaker button. Barbie heard Becky on the other end saying, “ ... me back?” Like she’d been asking a question.

“What was that? I missed what you said. The connection fritzed,” he said to the phone. Barbie didn’t know if she wanted to hear this conversation but listened because her Master obviously wanted her to or he wouldn’t have put Becky on speaker.

“Am I on speaker, motherfucker?” Becky said like she was accusing him of doing something wrong.

“Yeah, my hands are busy,” he replied.

“Oh. So why didn’t you call me back today, cumwad?” Becky asked as if she’d been insulted that Joe hadn’t immediately called her back earlier when he was at Duncan’s house. That had been hours ago. They wondered if Becky had been stewing this long and waiting to see if Joe would call her back.

It was one of Becky’s little tests. If this boy really wanted to take her to the dance she felt he should have been jumping through hoops to call her a few more times before she finally said yes.

“What was there to say? You’re obviously too shallow to enjoy good company without a price tag and I’m certainly not going to PAY to take you on a date. You just hung up before I could,” he shrugged as if she could see him.

“We lost the connection, dumbass!” Becky lied through the phone. It was clear Joe knew that too. “I was just joking. I was about to agree,” Becky added the surprising next sentence.

Joe looked at his sister and tilted his head as if wondering what Becky’s game was now. As if Barbie had any clue. She shrugged her shoulders too, bewildered at this change in events but happy for Joe.

“Are you talking to me while you’re fucking some OTHER skank?” Becky asked with suspicion evident in her tone. “Ditch the bitch and come over. You can ride me and we’ll talk about what I’m wearing, okay?”

“Yeah, too late for that! I am in my P.J’s getting ready for mommy to tuck me in and read me a bedtime story!” Joe joked.

“You seem like the milk and cookies type,” Becky said. “Look, I thought about your offer and I will accept but YOU are paying for the tickets!” she insisted.

“Done,” Joe agreed.

“Okay. You have a car? And don’t say a fucking Prius because I’d rather walk to the dance than drive in a piece of shit like that,” Becky said sourly.

“No car,” Joe said.

“Fuck. Fine. My Dad is driving Dylan and whatever the fuck her name is to the dance tomorrow. We can tag along with them but don’t think you are getting laid. I just want to get the fuck out of the house for a while,” she said.

“Are you going out with me because nobody else asked you or because you want to go out with me?” Joe asked.

“Does it matter, motherfucker?” Becky replied sarcastically.

“I just want to know if I am an excuse not to play Winky Wednesday in front of your family or if you really want to be at the dance with ME,” Joe clarified his question.

Becky was silent for a moment as if she was frustrated. He heard the furious sound of pussy flaps being masturbated and it wasn’t his sister so he assumed it was probably Becky. “Hah hah, motherfucker. I bet you loved watching that! Well, I am glad you enjoyed the little floor show. A lot of boys would have freaked out a lot sooner. We all had a big laugh when your sister lost her shit and made up that excuse about babysitting. We were taking bets on when you two would run away,” she said sarcastically.

“We didn’t run away,” Joe lied. They totally did run away. It freaked them both out but at the same time it deeply inspired the new relationship they had. He was actually quite grateful for that but if he told Becky she probably wouldn’t understand.

“Yeah, well you aren’t the first boy to think I am a crazy bitch yet you called me and asked me out anyway. So I give you credit for that. Just don’t make demands of me because you know I submit to punishments. I don’t need YOU to whip my ass,” she said.

“Okay, and I am sorry about how I asked,” Joe apologized.

“Don’t apologize to me. Ever,” Becky insisted that apologies were as worthless as used toilet paper. “They are just something you say when you want someone to stop being mad at you. I’ll stop when I am ready. You didn’t ask me jack shit. You told me I was coming and you don’t know me well enough for that. You came at me with a demand. I may be a slut but I am not a doormat. There are plenty of ways to rub me so that I’ll grant a wish and that wasn’t one of them,” she said.

Joe smiled and waved his hand at Barbie to dismiss her so she could start on her chores. He’d told her to spend approximately 30 minutes each on Kevin and Ariel but hurry up and finish her hygiene so he could decide what to do with her after she’d finished.

Barbie could barely contain her happiness that her brother had a date. She had been jealous at first that he asked Becky but now she thought it might be fun to double-date with the Simmons’ at Homecoming.

“Dress nice tomorrow and be here early so I can decide if I like what you are wearing. And if you bring me flowers, be prepared to have them shoved directly up your ass. You can bring me a carton of Kool Menthol Filter King 100s if you want to spend money on something I might like. Becky hung up immediately after that without saying goodbye.

Barbie knocked at Ariel’s door. No one in the house ever just invited themselves into anyone else’s room, especially Barbie now that she was under her brother’s control.

“Go away, Kevin. I’m studying,” Ariel said dismissively. She apparently forgot all about the fact that Barbie was supposed to clean up her room. Ariel could be an air-head at times.

Barbie heard something in Ariel’s voice that made her guilt rise. It was something in her sister’s tone that wasn’t the normal bubbly Ariel. Like Ariel didn’t want Kevin to know she’d been crying, perhaps? Barbie bit her lip and opened her sister’s door without permission.

“I said, go away!” Ariel shouted before she saw who it was. “Oh. It’s you,” Ariel said, deadpan. “You can go away too,” Ariel in an irate tone of voice. She was still angry about her sister’s response when she’d stood up for her at the dinner table.

“I can, but I wanted to apologize first,” Barbie said, making no move to back out of her sister’s room. She made a split-second decision to address her behavior at dinner.

“What is there to apologize for? You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just your silly little sister,” Ariel pouted.

“Yes,” Barbie agreed, seeing Ariel’s expression harden. “You’re my little sister, and I’m sorry that I didn’t thank you for being supportive. I was so wrapped up in myself that I didn’t thank you for wearing your nighty to dinner. Can you forgive me?”

Barbie didn’t expect Ariel to burst into tears, but that’s precisely what happened. Barbie ran to her sister, flinging the door closed without another thought. She knew their mother would complain about doors being slammed, but at that moment, she didn’t care. Her sister was crying, and it was all her fault.

“Hey, don’t cry, Pinkerbell. Your eyes will dry out, and you’ll go blind,” she joked, trying to make her sister feel better. She forgot all about brat mode and was real with her sister.

Ariel let her sister come into her room. Ariel was still wearing the shirt she had on from earlier tonight at the dinner table.

“I’m sorry, Barbie. I’m not mad at you anymore, I promise!” She stuttered, trying to stem her sobs, which only made Barbie feel worse.

“Hey sis. It’s just you and me to keep the boys in line,” she said to Ariel, smiling a little at her own words. If Ariel only knew the truth, she’d absolutely flip out, Barbie knew.

“Why is Joe being such a butt crack to you? He’s never been like that before,” she agreed, rubbing her nose down her sleeve like a five-year-old.

“He’s doing it because he thinks he has to, sis. He really is about the best brother we could ever hope to have but don’t you dare tell him I said so!” Barbie paused as if making up her mind about something. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Ariel looked up at her sister with adoration in her red eyes as if she was being entrusted with the secret to life itself, her little breakdown already almost completely forgotten. She nodded eagerly. Ariel was confused that her sister spoke so highly of Joe after how he treated her at dinner. He was the reason she was in her room now to clean up.

“We’re women,” Barbie said as if that explained everything.

“I know THAT!” Ariel replied, a small smile breaking out on her features.

“What I mean is that mom would give Kevin or Joseph way more grief if THEY came to the dinner table in just a tee shirt or nighty.”

“I don’t think either boy owns a nighty,” Ariel giggled softly. “But Joe’s still being a meany butt. He’s acting worse than mom and dad combined!”

“We’re playing a game of sorts, Pinkerbell. The more he tries to boss me around, the brattier I act. Just don’t tell him I told you, okay? That’d ruin the game if he knew we were playing it,” Barbie winked. She didn’t want to tell Ariel everything, but she thought it may help if she knew it was just a game.

“Oh! Wow! Okay. A game?” Ariel laughed as if she had been given the real secret to life. She liked games. She was thrilled to be let in on a little secret and promised not to tell anyone.

She did have a habit of blabbing out secrets. Barbie instantly realized she may have made a huge mistake letting her sister in on it without consulting Joe. She couldn’t take it back now, but she would be cautious about exactly how much she told her sister.

“So, what did you mean about us being girls?” Ariel asked, confusion beginning to creep back into her voice.

“Mom’s a real prude, right?” Barbie asked her sister.

Ariel had never thought that about their mother. To her, she was just ‘mom.’ She said as much and asked what that had to do with anything anyway.

“Mom doesn’t want me growing up. That’s the real reason I came out in my shirt and panties. I wanted to show her I was growing up, but that whole thing went sideways real fast. Now I HAVE to wear them in the house. Can I tell you another secret?” Barbie asked conspiratorially.