Poison

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What's a brother for, anyway?
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magmaman
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Mike looked around the sparse apartment he had rented. He would have preferred to be back home in his own country house but the soft little redhead named Patty that he had married was there and he could not go home.

Things don't always work out as planned.

Plus he was so completely pissed off at her that even thinking about it put him into a rage.

Mike now knew had been had, completely and totally. He had snapped up the bait like a hungry Bass at a baby bullhead.

He went over to the tiny fridge and grabbed a can of economy beer, popped the top and took a sip.

How beer in a can can get that skunky taste was beyond him, but this crap sure did taste like that.

It seemed like everything he did, everything he touched lately was either shit or quickly turned to shit.

And it all started with his meeting that god damned fucking redhead!

Tipping his can of beer back, he picked up the papers. Patty had also filed for a divorce, citing his being "brutal and out of control" and demanding an "equal and fair division of marital assets."

How long had the marriage lasted, a few months?

Mike sighed and plopped down in the lumpy easy chair, tried to kick his feet up, but the chair lever wouldn't lock.

"Fuck! Just FUCK!" He exploded in rage, throwing the can at the wall. It hit and exploded in a spray of foam and rolled across the floor.

"Hey, hold it down over there, asshole!" The guy in the next room yelled.

Mike stood up and thought for a moment of going over there and fucking the guy up, then he sat back down.

The vision of locking his fingers around Patty's throat and squeezing slid into his mind, then the way her body was, the crazy way she made love poured over that.

He hated her, but the idea of her, the way she was still gave him an erection.

His brother Martin had been right.

Mike was out of his fucking mind.

+++

It all started because of some eggs and hash browns. That was all Mike wanted, he was hungry.

He asked his brother Martin who was his partner to take over the pumps of the gas station they owned, he was going to go get something to eat.

Like most men living by themselves, breakfast was a sometimes thing, usually he was running on coffee all morning at work, then he would try to find a few minutes to sneak away and eat something.

Barely 31, Mike still had the energy of youth but his lousy lifestyle was beginning to take it's toll. The hard work of running a business did keep him somewhat in shape, and now he nearly always had some cash in his jeans.

Mike and Martin got along pretty well, Martin had spent years in the Marines and never really wanted to talk about any of that much.

Something had happened though, Martin came home half again bigger than when he left, and his manner was much more quiet than before. The kid that left home came back almost completely different, Mike tried a few times to ask him about all of that but without fail he was met with a look that let him know that was off limits.

But now that Martin was back home, he and his wife had settled down, had two kids and seemed happy. Martin's wife Tina was a tiny little thing, always a smile on her face. Mike knew that Martin was happy with her, and unlike Mike, Martin showed no interest in the solid string of females that came in for fuel or service.

Mike looked though, and sometimes he managed to catch one for a brief period. Martin just shook his head at Mike's antics, a few times telling him that he needed to pick one and settle down.

Mike never did go into the service, instead he had spent the last decade playing the field, looking for something and never appearing to ever find it.

Hooking up as partners and trying to make a go of the business world was good for both of them, the income was steady and solid, now Mike had a dab of money. He had even put money down on ten acres of land with an old farm house and barn on it.

With Martin's solid direction Mike had stopped bouncing from one dead end job to another.

"OK. Hey, try that joint on 39th and Everett, that old lady that runs the place puts on a pretty good spread." Martin told him as he headed out the door to serve a customer.

Mike had driven by there but never stopped, normally he went to the pancake place father down by the freeway exit.

He hopped into his white 1966 Chevy Nova and pulled off the lot. Martin had helped him pull the little inline six cylinder engine and swing the 375 horsepower 327 inch V-8 in there. It had big wide tires on the rear, two four barrel carbs, shiny wheels, and no one could miss him coming down the road due to the large 3" dual exhaust system.

Sure, it was a kid's car but Mike liked it, and he really liked the fact that all he had to do was tease the gas pedal and all hell would break loose.

"Good thing we own a gas station!" Martin had wise cracked as Mike rolled back onto the lot after the first test drive, a big grin on his face.

The machine made him feel like a kid, too. Mike wanted to be a kid, getting older was something he had plans on putting off as long as possible.

+++

"Hell, why not try the tiny little cafe?" Mike thought. He was starving and the place was less than a half mile, closer than the pancake joint. He had seen it many times since it was right there on his route to work, it was small and didn't look like much.

But the parking lot was always jammed, that's usually a pretty good sign.

Mike sat down at the counter, there were four tables in there and all of them were full. The two stools on the end were vacant, so he took the very end one. He could see an old woman that looked to be about 70 or so in there cooking, every couple of minutes she shoved a plate up on the counter between the kitchen and the room and rang a little bell.

Mike snickered to himself at that, hell, she was maybe six feet from the waitress, why the bell?

"Sara! Order up!" The old woman called out.

A pretty young woman went over and grabbed an armload of plates and went over to one of the tables. Mike checked out her ass when she bent over the table to set down the order.

Not bad at all, he thought.

"Patty! If you are done with your break, I could use a hand out here!" The one Mike took to be Sara yelled towards the back as she returned for more loaded plates.

Mike looked up as the redhead came around the corner.

His breath caught in his throat.

"Need a menu, honey?" She looked at him through round wire frame glasses. Her eyes were a deep blue green, her hair was every color of red and brown there is, hanging in waves clear to her shoulders. And Freckles! Freckles everywhere, even on her round face. Her lips were full, almost like she was pouting, she had that slight sway to her back that exudes sexuality, the slacks she wore showed her perfect curved behind.

The picture was not one of a woman that was pretty, not in the classical sense, rather the entire picture created something else.

That something else was sex!

Mike sat there with a stupid look on his face, a full blown erection creating a nearly instant bulge in his pants.

Even though he was still young at barely 31, no female had ever caused any reaction in him like that before, not almost instant.

"You OK, sweetie?" She smiled, it was almost a smirk. The look on her face made it clear that she knew exactly what his reaction was.

"...Uhh..yea, can I get some eggs and hash browns, maybe some toast?" Mike managed.

"Sure, coffee?" She was grinning now.

"Uhh..black tea, please. With some honey."

"Tea? Really?" She tipped her head and looked at him more closely.

Mike nodded, he didn't like coffee during the day since he drank a full pot every single morning.

Patty smiled, one eyebrow raised slightly, turned sideways and actually seemed to pose for a moment. It was clear that she did not bother with a bra, her breasts formed a perfect bulge, the puckered nipples creating a bump in the thin cloth.

Lord.

Mike gulped, doing his best to control himself and failing miserably at that.

Mike finished his meal, watching the woman every time she wasn't looking. He didn't want to make it appear too obvious, but she caught his gaze several times, each time a soft smile crossed her lips. There was no opportunity to try and talk to her since the cafe was far to busy, so all Mike could do was watch her.

When he finished his meal, she came and took his plate.

"Anything else, honey?" She asked, looking directly at him with that same knowing smile.

"No, thanks. I need to get back to the shop." Mike wanted desperately to ask her out but there were people everywhere close by.

Back at the gas station, he told Martin about her.

"Oh, the redhead? The one with the big hair and those silly looking crossed tops with her tits hanging out, kind of homely?"

"Homely? Hell, that is the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life!" Mike protested.

Besides, she had on a pretty white blouse with fringes?

"Yer outa yer fucking mind!" Martin laughed, then he headed out to serve someone.

"I am going to marry that one." Mike told Martin when he came back in.

"You are nuts, that broad will eat you alive. She looks like one of those that will spread for anybody. Why don't you go finish that set of cylinder heads, the guy keeps calling, he is driving me fucking nuts." Martin told him with a disgusted look.

"And if you really need to find someone, come on over and meet Tina's girl friend Kathleen." Martin said as he headed out the door again.

Martin had mentioned a woman they knew named Kathleen a couple of times. Some lady with a kid that had moved in next door to them?

Just what he needed, someone with a kid.

He just shrugged, his brother never did have any taste in women. Several times at his brother's house there would be a single woman there, usually someone's ex-wife or one of Tina's friends.

Well, maybe he did, Martin's wife Tina was a stone fox but since they both were older, all their friends were in their later 30's and more.

Besides, parties at their house were sitting around talking, sometimes cooking outside in their back yard.

Boring as hell.

Mike liked the young tight ones, Martin had often shook his head at Mike's tastes in females.

+++

Mike ate at the little cafe every single day for the next week, just watching the redhead. The damned place was always mayhem, that old woman could cook and she made sure you didn't leave hungry.

There just was no quiet moment when he could actually chat her up some, see what he could manage.

Mike did discover what Martin meant about the tops that Patty wore, most of the time she had on the kind that draped across her upper body and tied in the back, or on the side, leaving the inside upper portion of her breasts and the lower part of her tummy bare. That was sexy as hell, since she looked like she was going to pop out any second.

Mike figured that part was just to help with tips, it seemed to work, too. Mike made sure he always left her a very nice tip himself.

He guessed her to be in her mid twenties, then Mike overheard the other girl called Sara mentioning a birthday party they had planned.

It was going to be Patty's 19th, that was a surprise. He hadn't realized she was quite that young.

Patty looked over at Mike, caught him looking at her for the umpteenth time, then she walked up and asked him if he would like to come to their party.

He told her he would like nothing more.

Man. That was easy, he thought.

+++

There must have been 50 people there when he pulled up at what was just a large mobile home on blocks, with a huge yard in the back. They had a bonfire going, and music playing very loudly.

Mike looked around, he didn't know a single soul. He did wander over to the beer keg, found a paper cup and got some.

"Hey, you!" He heard a voice, looked over and there she was. She stepped up close to him, very close. His nostrils caught a whiff of some kind of perfume.

She looked different, dressed in tan slacks and a simple white t-shirt.

"You made it, neat." Patty grinned, her hand drifting lightly down his bicep. She took his hand and led him over to a group of people, introducing him. They were all passing a joint back and forth. They handed the thing to Mike, he had never touched the stuff and had no idea at all what it did other than what he had heard, but not wanting to appear out of the loop, he inhaled some of it.

Then Mike nearly instantly had a coughing fit, for a moment he thought he was going to die.

Some of the people there snickered, looking at him oddly.

Patty led him inside, got some water and a cool towel, that helped.

"Not used to the good shit, huh?" She asked.

"No, I never..."

"Wow, a virgin? I thought everybody did it."

That should have been Mike's first clue but it wasn't, he was still mesmerized by her.

It was about all that happened at the party except for everything getting very funny and he did a lot of uncontrollable laughing.

That night he also had the worst headache he ever had in his life.

+++

The next Monday he asked her out to dinner and some dancing, finding a rare quiet moment at the cafe.

"Dinner? Cool, most guys want to go to the movies or some party or just go make out somewhere, yea. Dancing, huh? I would like that." She smiled.

When Mike picked her up, Patty had on a very short skirt, matching bottoms, and a red top that crossed over her breasts and tied in the back, another one of those simple wraps.

He had seen a few of those outfits, mostly on very young girls though. Patty did appear older than her years, so the look was a bit odd.

But it was sexy as hell, sitting beside him in the car he could look down and almost see her nipple. She caught him glancing several times but just smiled, making no move at all to hide anything.

Mike was trying to not sneak any peeks but that was hard to do.

It was a very nice time, the place Mike took her to was very fancy, she was looking around like she never saw anything like it before. There were big picture windows that gave a view of the river and the sunset. A man sat in the corner, quietly playing a piano.

She also ordered a mixed drink and they brought it without question.

"Nobody ever asks me for my ID." She smirked.

Later they danced on the postage stamp size dance floor, she fit into his arms like she was built to be there. He could smell her hair, it smelled faintly of soap and shampoo, a trace of some kind of perfume.

Glancing down, Mike could see down her top, her soft right breast tipped with a pink nipple was clearly in his view. Patty had to know that but she made no move to hide herself.

Several times she pressed her lower body to his, by then he was close to fully erect. Mike was completely aware that she could feel him.

"MMMMM." She muttered a couple of times while doing that. Her pelvis brushing him lightly was driving him crazy.

Finally back at the big mobile home where she lived with her Mom, they sat out on the porch as she lit up another joint and handed it to him.

He took it reluctantly and didn't cough that time.

"This is pretty mellow shit." She grinned at him. Then she leaned over for a kiss. They kissed for a long time, Mike slid his hand up and cupped her breast through the cloth, she didn't resist that at all. Then he let his thumb slide inside, lightly stroking her nipple.

"MMMMM." She mumbled again, as he felt her nipple stiffen. When Mike slid his hand inside, cupping her bare breast, she leaned her head on his shoulder and let him fondle her.

They necked for nearly half an hour, then she sat up.

"I would invite you in but Mom is home and her boyfriend is in town. My step dad Dale drives a truck and is always gone."

"You mean your Mom is married but she has a...?"

Patty shrugged, acting like that was no big deal.

"Yea, she gets lonely of course. But it's kind of a pain, she won't let me have any company in when she has someone stay the night."

When she stood up on tiptoe and kissed Mike again, it made his head swim. She pressed her upper body to Mike's chest.

"That's going to have to hold you for awhile. You are cute, I like you. Maybe you will take me out again sometime, OK?"

Then she turned and went inside. Mike stood there for a moment, realizing he was holding his breath.

Back at his own house, Mike sat in his beanbag chair in the living room, stoned to the gills.

He was still there when he woke up the next morning.

+++

On their very next date, he was headed for her place to drop her off when she asked if she could see his.

Again she wore one of those crossed tops, but her skirt was longer than the other one had been. He was hoping for another bare tittie fondling session when she asked, so Mike quickly turned his car around and headed to his house.

"Mom has another date tonight, some cowboy she met, that's sure a pain. I need to get my own place." She told him. She was sitting as close as she could get and still allow him to drive.

"I am sure I can trust you to be a good boy." She told him, patting his knee.

Several times she touched his thigh, just for a moment. Mike knew the signs, he had seen them before but usually after a half dozen dates or more. This was only their second one.

Patty had allowed him to play with her pretty titties on the very first date, so he was sure he would get to do at least that much.

"Wow, cool!" She said when she spotted the living room of his two story farm house. Mike had beanbag chairs, the walls were all stained wooden boards, the living room was plush wall to wall carpet, all the rest of the house was hardwood floors.

He had some old lighted tavern beer signs on the walls, round topped glass tables, and a small circular bar jutting out into the living room, it was different.

From outside, it was just a big country farmhouse, inside it looked like a quiet neighborhood night club.

Patty spotted his electric guitar leaning up against an amplifier in the corner.

"Do you play?" She asked.

"Yea, a little." Mike had actually been in a part time band for a few years but after nearly starving to death, he and his brother had pooled their money and bought the gas station.

He sat down and played a few tunes, then drifted into a Cat Stevens song, "Miles from Nowhere."

Patty produced another of her joints and lit it, holding it to his mouth when he finished the tune.

"Play some more, I like Cat Stevens music." She asked, scooting one of the other beanbags around to right in front of him.

"I have the tape." He told her.

"OK."

Mike got up and plugged in the cassette, the music filled the air. He went back and sat down across from her.

The only light in the room was from the neon beer advertising signs and a small light behind his bar that lit up the mirror and bottles he kept there.

Patty smiled and crossed her legs at the ankles, reached down and tugged up the hemline of her short skirt even higher, her knees parted blatantly.

Mike looked down and realized he could see her clearly in the blue light cast by the neon beer sign on the wall behind him.

She had no underwear on.

She saw him look and grinned, but she didn't move. Mike's breath caught, her vagina was open, swollen, barely covered by the sparse hairs.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked, a wicked smile on her face.

"God, yes!" Mike managed.

"Good." Patty said, reaching down and tugging her top off, just like that. Her soft medium sized breasts were capped with pink nipples, he had felt them while sitting on the porch at her mom's trailer home, but it had been very dark.

Now he could see her clearly, the very upper edges of both nipples had a thin darker strip from exposure to the sun in what had to be a very small bikini. The rest of her upper body was covered by freckles, but the flesh of the lower portion of her breasts were pure white.

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