Degradation (The Kane Trilogy 1) by Stylo Fantome - Page 68

More of our games should be like this one.

“How was that? Good enough?” he whispered, breathing heavy as he leaned his forearms on the wall above her. She leaned away from him.

“It'll do for now,” she joked, gasping for air as well while she wiped at her mouth. He groaned and grabbed a handful of her hair.

“I can't wait to take you home and really treat you bad,” he grumbled, pulling her to her feet and leading her to the bed.

Me, neither.

~10~

Tatum woke up the next morning to Jameson chewing on her butt, literally. She laughed and slapped him away. He informed her that her father would be home in a couple hours, so she should probably get ready and brace herself. He offered for her to join him in the shower, but she knew that never led to getting ready, so she passed and sent him in on his own.

Grumbling, she pulled on her trademark socks, some booty shorts, and a long tank top before heading downstairs. Jameson had bought her an entire wardrobe for the weekend, all miss-priss clothing, but he had been thoughtful enough to include her usual sleep wear. It made her feel more comfortable, and she felt like she was more herself as she wandered in to the kitchen. Her mother was by a coffee pot, watching the coffee fill up.

“Good morning, honey,” her mother yawned. Tate managed a smile.

“Morning,” she replied, laying her top half across the counter and staring at the pot as well.

“I stopped and peeked in on you around five this morning, but you weren't in your room. Where were you?” her mom asked. Tate glanced at her. Was this for real?

“I was in Jameson's room,” she answered truthfully. Had the lady not heard anything?

“Oh my! I thought you were just friends!” Mother exclaimed. Tate stood up.

“We are. We are very, very good friends,” she emphasized. Her mother worried her hands.

“Do you think that's such a good idea, honey? I mean, what with Ellie and all, maybe it would be better to ..., you know, not,” her mother suggested.

Is she fucking kidding me?

“Mother. I don't give two fucks about Ellie, or how she feels,” Tate said in a hard voice. Her mother gasped.

“There is no need to talk like that! You should show some respect for your sister and her feelings!” she urged. Tate threw her head back and laughed.

“Is this a fucking joke? Why should I respect her? Or any of you? She hasn't spoken to me in seven years, she still treats me like the whore of Babylon, and her husband hit on me last night, after she complained about me ruining things between her and Jameson. Daddy doesn't even acknowledge my existence, and you only call me when you're drunk and feeling guilty,” she spat out.

Her mother stared at her for a second, eyes swimming with tears, and then she rushed out of the kitchen, letting out a sob. Ellie came in at the same time, jumping out of the way. She watched after her for a second and then turned her glare on Tate.

“See. You ruin everything. Your little show last night was disgusting. Something is wrong with you,” Ellie hissed. Tate smiled sweetly.

“That show was the best sex you'll never have, so you're welcome,” she replied, blowing a kiss at her sister. Ellie bristled up.

“I've had good sex. I slept with him first, you know,” she snapped. Tate laughed.

“Not the same thing at all, Ellie. And it's not a competition, who got him first, who got him last. I didn't want him then, and I don't have him now. You shouldn't even care about who he is, or isn't, fucking; you're married,” Tate pointed out.

“But I should have been married to him!” Ellie suddenly shrieked.

“What did you say?”

They both turned to see Robert standing in a separate entrance way. Ellie groaned.

“It was nothing, I didn't -,” she started.

“We need to talk, now,” he snapped before turning and walking out of the room. Ellie sighed and then glared at Tatum one last time.

“See!? Everything. You ruin everything,” she repeated before hurrying after her husband.

Force myself on estranged family, Check. Jameson put sister in her place, Check. Have amazing loud sex that makes everyone uncomfortable, Check. Make mother cry, Check. Ruin a marriage, Check. Awesome family reunion!

Tate puttered around the kitchen, making herself a bowl of cereal and eating it. Then she filled two coffee mugs, knowing Jameson would want one once he was out of the bathroom. She carefully carried them up the stairs, listening for the sound of the shower. It had already been half an hour, but he was still in there. She shook her head. He preened more than a girl sometimes.

She was about to push her way in to his room, when a noise caught her attention. Arguing. The door to Ellie's room hadn't been fully closed, and the sounds of a fight were reaching in to the hallway. Giving an evil little chuckle, Tate tip toed closer, listening to what was being said.

“You stupid fucking bitch!”

Tate was surprised. Robert hadn't seemed like the kind of guy to talk to his wife that way.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Ellie was saying over and over again. Tate frowned. Ellie didn't sound upset. She sounded ..., scared.

“Fucking embarrass me!? In front of that whore sister!?” Robert was really yelling now. Tate touched a finger to the doorknob, just barely pressed against it enough to push the door open a smidge. She had a tiny view in to the room. She could see Robert standing, his hands in his hair. Ellie was sitting on the edge of the bed, wringing her hands.

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