Taming Tawnee

"I'm sorry, really, I am. I'm not trying to make you mad. I'm just bored and nosy, I guess." Tawnee looked depressed, which softened Will's attitude toward her comments.

"Don't give me the sad eyes, you'll make me cry. Why don't you go out? Mandy's not your only friend, and I'd venture to guess that there's more than one guy that would jump through hoops if you gave them a call," he suggested.

"I don't know. I was thinking about going out to tell you the truth, but I really don't want to go out on a date. Doug's about the only guy that I've looked at the last couple of years and I just don't feel like trying to meet anyone new. I do want to get out of the house, though."

"Why don't you let me take you out then? Have a couple drinks, come home, and you won't have to worry about getting pregnant."

It was somewhat akin to being against her religion, hanging out with her brother in public, so Tawnee had to think about Will's offer for a moment. "I know that I don't pay that much attention to you, but you're not old enough to drink, are you?" she asked.

"No, but I'm old enough to drive and get in the bar. I can still take you. I don't want to stay out all night, or anything, but if you want to get out for a bit I would go."

"Alright. I could use a drink. I need to get ready, how 'bout we leave in like half an hour?"

Will sighed. His sister looked fine. "Can't we just go? It's already getting late. You don't need to go put on makeup for half an hour, everyone will be able to tell that you're beautiful. You're not trying to get a date, anyway, right?"

"Beautiful, huh? Save the sweet talk for Mandy. Unlike you, I care about what I look like. I'll try to make it quick, but I'm still gonna get ready. Put on a clean shirt."

Tawnee took all of her half hour and then some before returning to Will's room. He had to admit, she could certainly be pretty when she wanted to be. She had jet-black, wavy hair that normally came down to her shoulders, but she had straightened it and it currently came much farther down her back. She also had opted for a black dress that revealed copious amounts of cleavage and leg. William felt like he was far outclassed. She didn't possess the natural, stunning beauty like Mandy did, but she was looking pretty good.

"Holy cow, Tawnee. Where did you plan on going? I thought we were just going to grab a beer. You sure you want me to go with you?"

"Of course I want you to go, it was your idea. Plus you're driving. And buying," she replied.

"Okay. You've got to be the best lookin' date I've ever had," he commented, as they left his room and walked down the stairs.

A flicker of a grin crossed Tawnee's face. She wouldn't admit to it, but she had put special effort into getting ready. She liked Will telling her about how pretty she was and she wanted to show him how pretty she could be, if she wanted to. Normally, she wouldn't go through the trouble, especially just to have a drink with her brother. Doug had stopped bothering to comment on what she looked like after they had slept together a couple of times. It was nice to hear, even if it was coming from Will.

"I'm not your date, but I agree that I'm the best looking girl that I've ever seen you with."

Will chuckled while they got in her car. "I don't know what you're up to, but I'm getting scared. You're not gonna get me in a bar fight or something, are you?"

She reached over and pinched his cheek, talking in a baby voice. "You're not afraid of pretty girls are you Willy?"

"Stop it. Of course I'm afraid of pretty girls. They're dangerous."

"Relax, I know this might be a little overkill for the situation, but once in a while it feels good to try and look good. Just think, any guys that see us together will be jealous of you," she said.

"Yeah, I don't know. They'll probably think that I'm paying you," he replied.

Tawnee laughed. "I know that's not real funny because it implies that I'm a hooker, but either way, they might be jealous."

"That's not what I meant, but I bet you could clean up as a prostitute. You know, like a real high-class one."

"Watch it."

The bar that Tawnee chose to go to was pretty much packed. It was popular with college kids and it was a Friday night, after all. They had to stand by the bar for a bit, but eventually were able to grab a tiny table near the back. Tawnee was actually having a bit of fun hanging out with Will. They talked about school, picked on some of the people that were dancing like idiots, and were basically behaving like friends. She was working on her third and what she had determined to be final drink of the evening when she noticed a familiar face at the bar.

"Well, look who it is," she pointed out to her brother, "Doug. I wonder if he's here with the chick who 'wants to spend time with him and appreciates him for who he is'. I wanted to spend time with him, I just want to graduate more."

Will could sense the atmosphere change from laid-back to impending disaster. "Who knows, who cares? Don't worry about it, huh?"

"Relax, I'm not gonna do anyth...what the fuck?" Tawnee's thoughts were interrupted as Amanda walked in and stood next to Doug at the bar. "I'm going to rip her tits off," she muttered, rising to her feet.

Will put a hand on her shoulder to keep her in her seat. "Hold on, maybe it's some sort of weird coincidence." He had no sooner gotten the words out of his mouth when Doug grabbed a handful of Mandy's ass and she stuck her tongue most of the way down his throat. Will removed his hand from his sister's shoulder, feeling sick inside.

Tawnee finished her drink as she stood and slammed the glass back to the table. She walked through the crowd and up to where Amanda was standing at the bar. The girl had her back to her, so she didn't see her approach. She felt it though, with a sharp pinch on the back of her neck.

"Ow! What the..." Mandy spun around to face the rabid glare of Tawnee. She looked as though she suddenly needed to find a bathroom. Doug didn't look very happy to see her, either.

"What are you doin', Mandy?"

"I, I just...stepped out for a minute and ran into Doug here," she stuttered.

"You were just cleaning his tonsils a second ago, fuckin' liar."

Amanda seemed to regain some of her composure after the initial shock that Tawnee had caused. A flare of anger came across her face. "If you weren't such a selfish bitch, then Doug wouldn't have dumped you and he and I wouldn't have hooked up. And what the hell are you doing here? Telling me you're not on a date? What do you care what he does?"

Tawnee somehow resisted the urge to tear the other girl's heart out. "You think I care about Doug? He's a piece of shit! What I care about is my brother. He thinks you're the best thing that ever happened to him."

"Will? I haven't even slept with him, and I sure as hell never said that I was going to go steady with him or anything. I mean..." Mandy's voice trailed off as Will came over to stand next to his sister.

"Oh man, you're datin' her brother, too?" Doug asked, shaking his head. He didn't really care what Mandy did, she was just a nice piece of ass to him, but he did want to live to see another day. It wasn't Will he was worried about, either.

"Shut the fuck up, Doug. I'm talking." Tawnee turned her attention back to Mandy. "You lied to Will and you lied to me. How could you be such a whore? You were like my best friend."

"Will, I'm sorry. I like you, I really do. It's just that I want to keep things slow between us, I kind of started seeing you before I planned to. If your sister hadn't stepped in here then I probably would have gotten Doug out of my system and gotten serious with you. Tawnee, I tried to be your friend, but it's too hard. I can't do it anymore. You treat people like crap, even me, and I love you. People don't even want to talk to me because they don't want anything to do with you. So fuck you. You can go be a rotten bitch by yourself from now on." Amanda steadied herself, ready for the attack that was sure to come. She may have been caught in the wrong, but she wasn't going down without a fight. Doug gave her a dirty look.

Tawnee was about to leap into action when once again Will's hand on her shoulder stopped her. This time, it was a steely grip. "Yeah Mandy, I'm sorry too. I liked you. Don't ever call me again." He pulled his sister toward the door. "Let's go home."

"I'm not finished with..."

"You're finished. It's not worth it. Please."

Showing an amazing amount of self control, Tawnee allowed herself to be led from the bar and into the passenger's seat of her car. William got in and calmly started driving back to their house. She couldn't believe that her brother would just take all this like a pussy, she was steaming mad. She was about to demand to know why he hadn't allowed her to smack the bitch when she noticed the tear on his cheek. He was crying.

"You gonna be alright?"

"I don't want to talk right now, Tawnee. I just want to go home. Is that too much to ask? Can we just be quiet for a while?"

Not knowing what to say, even if he had wanted to talk, Tawnee kept her mouth shut. It was an uncomfortable silence with her mind running, replaying Mandy's little speech. Was it possible that she could be responsible for this mess? Maybe a little, but it was still Mandy and Doug that were to blame, mostly Mandy. She found it hard to believe that people found her to be so offensive that they wouldn't even talk with Amanda anymore. Then again, her own brother wouldn't let Sam near her, either. Even if she was to blame, why do something that would hurt Will so much? Tawnee knew that she was rotten sometimes, but Mandy was an absolute whore. Poor Will, he never even got to nail her. It just wasn't fair.

Without saying anything, she pulled a tissue from her purse and dried her brother's cheek as he drove. He never even glanced in her direction.

Once home, they both went up the stairs and down the hall. Tawnee was wondering if Will was angry with her or not, if he blamed her. He seemed as though he was in some sort of a trance. She continued on to her room as he stayed by his door.

"Goodnight, Tawnee. Don't go sneaking out and doing anything stupid, okay? Are you alright?"

The sound of Will's voice and his question made Tawnee relax a little, though she still had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I'm worried about you. Can I change and come talk to you? Please?"

"Yeah, I guess. Door'll be unlocked." He went into his room and closed the door behind him without looking back.

While kicking off her uncomfortable shoes and taking off her dress, Tawnee couldn't help but feel for Will. She had never seen his feelings so hurt, even after the most brutal teasing that she had put him through. She hung the dress on a hook on the back of her bedroom door and put on a pair of shorts and a night shirt. It wasn't really like her to feel sorry for anyone, but the distress of her brother was killing her. She practically ran down the hall and into his room.

Will was sitting in a ratty old chair that rested beside his bed with his head in his hands. It was an overstuffed monster that used to belong to his father, until his mother made him get rid of it. He and his dad had hid it in his room instead of putting it out in the trash. The thing was comfortable. By the time his mother found out about it, it was too late. Will had laid his claim to it.

He felt as though he should have known that Amanda was too good to be true. Girls like her didn't just change and go out with guys like him. It was kind of sad how easily it was that he was fooled. If it wasn't for the dumb luck of running into her, who knew how long he would continue to be fooled for? Tawnee at least had some idea that something was up, she just didn't know exactly what it was. He was more or less blindsided.

"Will? Come on, say something." It was his sister, he hadn't even noticed that she had come in. He looked up to see that she was standing right in front of him.

"Oh, heh, I was zoning out. How ya doing? That must have been freakin' terrible for you."

"Me? I'm all right. I don't need those guys. It's not right what she was trying to pull with you. Fucking Doug, stringing you along. You don't deserve it and I feel like it's my fault. I'm so sorry, Will. Please don't hate me." She gave him a weak smile and put a hand on top of his head, admiring his new cut. Before his trip to the barber, she would never have gotten her hand anywhere near the rat's nest he used to sport.

He smiled back a little. "You may be a bitch, but you're not a cheater or a liar. Well, maybe just little lies when you're robbing me. You thought you were doing something really nice for me by helping me hook up with Amanda. How can I hate you? I hate myself. I should have known. Guys like me don't get girls like her. That's just the way it is. Now that I've seen her for what she is, it makes me sick to think that I wanted her so bad in the first place. What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Oh Will. Scoot back a little, huh?" she suggested. He did and she sat down on the chair with him, sort of half on his lap, half on the arm of the chair. She pulled his head into her chest, trying to comfort him. "There's nothing wrong with you. You'll be okay. It sucks right now, but you'll be okay."

Will had to adjust himself and his sister so that they could sit better in the chair. She ended up sideways and more directly on his lap than before, but they were both more comfortable. He couldn't really remember the last time that he had hugged his sister. He knew that he must have at some point during their lives, but it surely was a good many years ago. "Thanks, Tawnee. I won't tell anyone that you let me hug you."

"You can tell whoever you want. I'm not that much of a monster. I kind of like it, actually. I might sit here and let you hug me for a while." She wasn't lying. She did like it. It was nice to be touched by someone who actually appreciated her. Whether she deserved it or not was a different matter, but Will's affection was genuine.

"I know that you won't actually admit it, but I think that you're probably hurting a little, at least. I want you to know that if you ever need anything, to talk, or maybe just someone to sit around with you so that you're not alone, just let me know, okay? 'Cause I might need something like that sometimes," he told her.

"I think I could do that," she replied holding him a little tighter. She was hurting, and she wasn't sure exactly what to do about it. Sitting with Will seemed to be helping.

They sat like that together for quite some time. At some point, she was certain that she could feel Will get an erection as it was poking into the outside of her thigh, but that didn't bother her. It wasn't like he was trying to be gross about it or anything, and the poor guy had been getting teased for the last two weeks by that whore Mandy. She didn't say anything or pick on him, he got a pass on that one.

Eventually, she had to get up and go back to her room. Will stayed in the chair until she left, but just as soon as she closed the door behind her, she heard her brother lock it. Pretty certain that she knew what that meant, she wasn't sure if she was grossed out by it or not. The only reason that she could think of that he would lock the door would be so that he could jerk off without being interrupted. She had just sat on his lap for like forty-five minutes. She decided not to worry about it. If he wanted to masturbate, he could masturbate. Just because she was his sister didn't mean that she couldn't turn him on, it would seem. It was kind of weird, but she found the thought of it strangely exciting. For the time being, she decided to keep the thought to herself.

*****

Will found it difficult to look his sister in the eye the next day. It wasn't because of the incident at the bar, which was its own little catastrophe, it was what happened after that. She had been trying to make him feel better, and she did. It was just that by the time that she had left his room he was so horny that he couldn't hardly stand it. He had furiously masturbated as soon as she walked out the door and felt guilty as hell about it. Luckily, he was able to avoid her for most of the day.

He was laying on his bed listening to some soul-crushing music through an enormous set of headphones that were nearly antiques when he felt his foot being slapped. It was Tawnee. He pulled the headphones off to see what she wanted.

"Hey, I'm doing some laundry. Got anything you want to throw in?" she asked.

"Just the stuff from yesterday, in my hamper there. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. We're on our own for dinner tonight. What do you think you might want?"

"I'll make a sandwich or something if I get hungry."

Tawnee looked at her brother and frowned. He had been laying in bed all day, sulking like a little girl. "Don't be a little bitch, you can't cry into your pillow for the rest of your life. Your supposed to try and make me feel better and you laying there in a puddle of tears just doesn't do it for me."

That, at least, brought a small grin to his face. "Well, I apologize for having my heart ripped to pieces like that, I'll try not to do it again. What can I do to make you feel better?" he asked.

"Get out of bed, for one thing. Then take a shower. Then, you're gonna take me to Taco Bell. After that, you can go back to feeling sorry for yourself."

"Alright," he conceded, "I guess I can do that."

Will found that his spirit had brightened somewhat after his shower and trip to the restaurant. Tacos weren't his favorite thing in the world to eat, but one once in a while wouldn't kill him, he supposed. Tawnee didn't seem any different than usual, except that she was wanting to spend time with him. That was certainly different, but given the circumstances it was understandable.

"I saw that you burned a lot of DVD's," she said from the other side of the booth. He had a whole shelf of them in his room.

"Yeah, I probably got a couple hundred," he replied.

"You download them from the internet?"

"You don't work for the government, do you?" he asked.

"What do you think, numbnuts? I'm asking because that's what I was trying to do when I scrambled my computer, now I'm too afraid to try it again. Do you think you could help me?"

"Yeah, I'll help ya. You got to be really careful with crap like that because you're delving into a rather seedy part of the internet. But it can be done. Usually. Depends on what you want."

"The Godfather."

He cocked his head sideways. "Really?" It didn't really seem like something that she would be interested in.

"Really. I'm too cheap to actually buy the movie, which, I know would be the 'right' thing to do. We're going to study it in my film arts class here in a couple of days now and I've never seen it. I don't really want to, I have to, and I need a hard copy. I signed up for the class because I thought it would be an easy credit, but it's a real drag."

"I've already got all the Godfathers. You're welcome to them. You might like it, I don't know. It's super long."

"That's cool that you've got it. You want to watch it with me when we get home?"

"Sure, I guess. Don't have anything else going on. It's pretty good. We're gonna need a lot of popcorn, though."

It turned out that Will was right about the movie, it was super long. Tawnee didn't think it was terrible, but it really wasn't her cup of tea. She was also finding it hard to stay awake as the film moved toward its third hour.

"Can you pause it, Will?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "I have to use the bathroom and I think I'll change into my pajamas. Maybe if I get up and move around a little I might be able to stay up and see the end of it."

"Sure. I think I'll change, too."