Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... each person's eyes, they smiled genuinely at me, and their eyes looked like they had known about me for quite some time. I didn't know how to react to them, so I smiled and followed my brother. He took me to a door down the hall and turned around to face me.

"I know everything has been overwhelming so far but you need to remain open minded, got it? When you walk in here, do not say anything until this door closes and when you do, keep your voice down."

I furled my brow at him and asked, "What is going on, Dylan? This is getting weird!"

He smiled for the second time and responded, "Getting?"

He opened the door and dragged me in before slamming it behind him. After being startled by the loud noise, I turned to see the most unexpected thing imaginable.

"Mom!?" I said loudly. "What the fuck!?"

"Sit down, honey. We have a lot to discuss."

"Okay then," my brother said meekly. "I'll leave you two alone here to go over..." he said, shifting his eyes between Mom and me, "some things. Mom, you'll let me know when you're done?"

Another image of our youth flashed in my head. He always respected our mother and never went against her wishes. Her being present that raised all sorts of new questions.

"Yes, this will be quick and—"

"Thefuck it will!" I said loudly. "Someone better tell me what the shit is happening around here!"

Mom looked sternly at me and repeated what she was going to say.

"Have Jennifer head over to the house. When I'm done here, I will ...

... pick up the kids and take them to the house and finish getting whatever is needed from there."

He nodded and left the room. I turned to face my mother and demanded to know what was going on.

"I know you have a lot of questions so let me tell you the basics of it all first, okay? Please keep your voice down."

Images began flashing through my mind again. Images that showed events from a perspective I never experienced. In one, I was eleven years old, and I stood on the street watching the blue and red lights paint the side of my house. I saw myself staring out the window. In another, I watched my brother shiver as he slept in the corner of an abandoned house that I'd never seen before. All the memories of my past came back to me in new and terrifying ways. All I could do was stand there and nod.

"This isn't going to be easy, Kacey. You might want to sit."

I backed away from her defensively and crossed my arms as if to protect myself from what my subconscious knew might be coming. It could have even been a defense mechanism since I felt that everything that I knew in my life was about to be torn away from me.

"Fine," she said, interlacing her fingers and resting her hands on the desk. "I'll just rip the band-aid off, then. Your father was murdered that night the police came. This was his business. By that, I mean he was in this business. Your brother made it into what you have seen here today. He went to confront a client who had beaten up one of his girls and ...