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My Sister Tormentor
By Peg Thebois
Chapter One
I couldn't tell Amy why I didn't like the idea of my sister moving to the
city, let alone actually living with us for a month until the condo she
had lined up was available. I explained that we hadn't gotten along well
growing up but didn't dare tell her the extent of it. Maybe that was my
mistake, maybe if she had known just what had happened she wouldn't have
insisted I give Sherri a chance to prove she had changed in the years that
had passed since I moved away to go to college.
When Sherri's car pulled up outside the house Amy hurried out before
Sherri even got out of the car leaving me to trudge along afterward, even
in those initial moments I was unable to shake the immediate feeling that
things were not going to go well. When Sherri got out she sized up Amy
immediately, once she got around to greeting me the smile on her face gave
me a pretty good idea that she was thinking about the difference in height
between us.
When we were young, even though I was a year older Sherri was always as
big as me and by the time we had stopped growing she was actually an inch
taller than I was. She took after the Dutch from Mom's side of the family
whereas I got almost everything except skin tone from Dad and the Japanese
side of the family. Amy herself was at least two inches taller than even
Sherri which made for a noticeable difference when we were out together.
Sherri didn't directly comment on the size difference, instead she started
unloading her bags from the back of her car, she had five bags, presumably
everything else would be sent to the condo when it was ready. She handed
two bags to Amy, and then took two herself, driving home the comment she
wouldn't make by leaving only one bag for her short, frail older brother
while the women each took two. I might have resented the sentiment even
more if I hadn't been out of breath by the time we got everything upstairs
into what would be Sherri's room for the next month, looking back now I'm
pretty sure she set me up by leaving me the suitcase full of books while
her clothes and lighter possessions were all packed into the girls bags.
Maybe I'm just trying to preserve my tattered ego, but Sherri has
certainly proven she's smarter than I am.
Once Sherri was settled into the guest room none of us felt like cooking
so we decided on a nice dinner out at Sorrento's. Things went okay for a
while, no more spoken or unspoken jabs at my expense by her, at least not
as first. The girls were too busy chatting over dinner, getting to know
each other, and also getting quite giggly over the wine. I didn't even
notice the change in conversation coming when Sherri commented as Amy took
a bite of food, "Dear lord, Amy, how do you even lift your hand with that
rock?"
Amy blushed a bit embarrassed by the size of the garnet, her birthstone,
in the engagement ring I had bought her, "I know it really is too much,
but I told him when we get married he better keep the stone modest."
Sherri shook her head astounded, "It's gorgeous, but then so are you." Amy
blushed and tried to wave the comment off modestly but my sister pressed,
"I can not believe my little brother managed to land himself a hottie like
you." I was starting to have mixed feelings about having Sherri around.
On the one hand the idle comment which Amy seemed to have missed referring
to me as 'little brother' despite me being older than her, but it was nice
hearing someone other than myself tell Amy how gorgeous she was. I was
always trying to tell her that you don't need to be a size 6 and that many
people found a woman with some curves were attractive but she always
seemed to have trouble believing me. Of course any uncertainty I had
about the situation would immediately be decided because things were about
to turn into embarrassing territory. "So how did you two meet anyway?" I
tried to subtly signal to Amy not to tell this particular story but I
guess by that point the wine had her just a little tipsy.
"It's actually a funny story," Amy said, I didn't find it funny at the
best of times, especially not now that my sister was being told it, given
our childhood she wouldn't see it the way other people did. "We were both
at the library and I saw him from behind. Well between his slight stature
and long ponytail I mistook him for one of my girlfriends. Once I
realized my mistake I offered to buy him coffee to apologize and we really
clicked."
I shuddered at the grin that crept across Sherri's face as the story
progressed and took a deep gulp of wine to calm myself. "Oh Charles,"
Sherri said with a sneer, "I was going through some old things while
packing up and I found a picture of Tiffany." I choked on my wine but
kept drinking to try and cover myself. "What ever happened to her, do you
think?"
My heart was pounding like a rabbit, why was she bringing up Tiffany? Why
did she have to mention this in front of Amy? I considered glaring at my
sister while I extracted the wine glass from my mouth but decided even if
she noticed she was likely to be more amused by it than warned off. "I
don't know, I don't think she's been around since graduation."
"Shame, she was such a pretty girl, she looked so great in her prom dress,
do you remember?"
Thankfully the topic wandered after that, and Amy, for her credit, let it
do so. I was okay with pretty much any other topic except for this one.
After Dinner we decided to head home, but not directly, we had to stop at
a liquor store enroute. The girls decided it wasn't fair that I, being
the designated driver, was still so sober, and their solution to this was
hard liquor.
Back home at last I relented and was soon just as tipsy as the girls.
Unfortunately some hours into the partying Amy made a fateful slip of the
tongue as the two of them were standing arms around each other's shoulders
for support, singing karaoke into a couple of empty wine bottles.
"God," Amy gasped tumbling free of my sister and steadying herself against
the arm of the couch. "You are so much fun Sheerri, I can't imagine why
Charles didn't want you coming to stay with us."
Ice cold sweat ran down the back of my neck, how could she say that? Sure
it was true, but I didn't want my sister knowing that I hadn't wanted her
here.
Sherri could have played hurt but she didn't, instead she laughed and I'm
not sure if I was comforted by that or not. She smirked at me and I could
feel the situation starting to unravel fast. "Well Charles do you think I
should tell her why you wouldn't want your big younger sister coming to
stay with you and your gorgeous fianc??"
Time to backpedal, "It's not that I didn't want you staying here... " I
didn't know what else to say when you instinctively start with a lie where
do you go from there?
She sauntered toward me, her grin was the same sort of cold snake grin
that I knew so well from our childhood. "Maybe if you don't want to tell
her, we can show her why."
Show her?! This was bad, things were going very bad, I couldn't let her
tell Amy about the things that had happened when we were kids, let alone
show her. I had to talk some sense into her, I raised my hands
defensively as I tried to talk her down, foolish of me, if I hadn't been a
little drunk I may have assumed a more commanding posture but by being
defensive I just showed Sherri that nothing had changed and encouraged her
to proceed along familiar lines.
She lunged forward and grabbed my hands lacing her fingers with mine.
This was the time I recognized Sherri's favored method of challenging me.
She was pushing hard against me and my instinct was to push back against
her, struggling in a match of strength. Unlike when he were children even
being shorter than her I as slightly stronger now than I used to be She
wasn't able to push me down anymore. I gritted my teeth and pushed
harder. Maybe this wasn't going to end as badly as I thought, maybe for
the first time I could beat her, push her down and make her sear never to
bring this up again.
Suddenly her fingers weren't laced with mine anymore. Her hands left mine
and she stepped quickly out of the way as the force I had been using to
push against her carried me sprawling belly first on the floor. The whole
world seemed to take a moment to settle out, swaying back and forth like
the water in a fishbowl when you move it. That moment was too long for
me. Sherri was on my back immediately. She locked her les around my
waist from behind and grapevined my one arm, before I even knew what was
going on there was no way for me to turn or twist out of this hold, and se
had the leverage to keep me there.
I struggled for a full couple of minutes hearing Amy gigging in the
background, I don't think she had figured out yet why that this was as
serious as it was. Eventually I accepted I wasn't going to be able to
fight my way out of this. "Come on Sherri, this has gone far enough, let
go."
She laughed and I can't blame her, I was playing right into her trap,
"Aww," she simpered mockingly, "Do you want up? Why should I let you up?"
Damnit! Not this, not now. "Sherri, please just let go and let me up."
"So why should I let you up?"
I knew the answer she wanted but like hell was I going to give it to her.
"No Sherri, not anymore. Just let me up."
"Awww that's not what you say to get me to let you up. It hasn't been
that long, don't try to pretend you forgot."
No I hadn't forgot but I went silent, that was until Sherri started
turning up the pressure on my arm my shoulder started to feel like it was
going to pop out of it's joint, I wasn't able to keep myself from crying
out as she twisted my am behind my back, this was like poring gasoline on
a fire. "Does it hurt? Do you want me to let you up? You know what you
have to say. Just say it."
"No, ow!" Another twist of my arm prompted that cry.
"Say it!"
"Please let me up Sherri."
"Why..." her tone was drawing it out of me like water from a well, the
pain a pretty good motivator too, there was no other way out of this.
"Because..."
"Because why? What are you?"
I swallowed, a mouth full of saliva and symbolically my pride. I knew
what I had to say, she had made me say it so many times as children. "I'm
a prissy little Princess." Amy gasped and giggled.
"Aww does my prissy little princess not like pain? Come on Princess what
is your name?"
I sighed, she wasn't wrenching on my arm anymore but the damage was done.
"I'm a prissy little Princess, and my name is Tiffany."
After Sherri let me up it was kind of a sobering moment for all of us,
then we sat Amy down and explained. Yes the Tiffany in the prom dress
picture Sherri had mentioned was me. When we were growing up our mother
worked a lot to provide for us without Dad being around. Money was never
tight but we were left home alone alot, and when we were from the time we
were the same size her favorite game was to hold me down until I asked her
to let me up because I was a prissy little princess who couldn't take
being manhandled. Then the game was to make me look the part by dressing
me up in her clothes and make me pretend to be her overly feminine younger
sister.
Amy was quiet the whole time we were explaining this and looking me over.
At length she declared, "I can see why you say Tiffany must have been
pretty. I think I want to see for myself."
"Amy!" I cried out in shock as Sherri laughed loudly. "What are you
saying?"
"Oh come on Charles, I think it could be fun to play dress-up, I think
you'll be really cute." She turned to my sister "Shall we dress him up in
your things again, you two are still pretty close in size."
Sherri shook her head, "Nah I'm tired of loaning Tiffany my clothes, I
have an idea, why don't you both call in sick to work tomorrow and we can
go shopping us girls."
"I don't have work tomorrow so I'm fine."
That was my salvation, as a manager in human resources for my company I
had an appointment I simply couldn't get out of the next day. "I can't, I
have to be there tomorrow. There really is no way around it."
"The whole day?" Sherri poked a whole in my defense, and I think we had
already proven how well I lied.
"No, just one meeting at 8AM."
Amy was still giggling and clapping like a schoolgirl, "Excellent, so once
you're done that meeting tell them you have an emergency come up and take
the rest of the day off, and we'll have some fun."
Sherri chimed in with that predatory grin, "And since you're going to be
so bored at work I think we can find something to make it a little more
fun for you..."
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