Where There's a Will Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Where There's a Will Ch. 01

... battles she always picked. She even made school hell for me. I don't know what she said, or who she said it to, but somehow every girl I ever talked to seemed to have rather strong opinions about me before they ever got to know me.

Things got a little easier once she graduated, but a lot of the damage had already been done. I knew I wasn't going to get a fair shake until I got to college, and I made sure I would be going to a much better school than she did. It ended up not mattering in the end, as she dropped out after her second semester of her sophomore year. Barbara convinced dad to get Sadie an apartment, rather unfortunately close to our house, and she's spent the last year and a half, "trying to become an actress". In reality she's just a hot chick in LA who doesn't have to work to pay rent. But at least she's out of the house, which is more than I can say for Barbara.

The older I've gotten, the meaner Barbara has gotten to me. When dad started getting sick a few years ago, it only got worse. She would tell me almost daily that I better start looking for a job, because I would be out on my own soon. The fact that I was on full scholarship at UCLA didn't seem to matter to her. In her mind, I was the freeloader, and she and Sadie were entitled to everything my dad provided for them.

When I was younger, I was confused and angry about my real siblings never coming around anymore. But as the years passed, and I saw things for what they were, I understood. The last ...

... few times my brother and sister have been in the same room as Barbara, there have been some rather prodigious shouting matches. They were nice to me when they saw me, which was seldom enough, but they both hated Barbara. I agreed with them pretty quickly. But there seemed to be nothing to do about it all. Dad was old, and sick, and no one wanted to give him the lecture he probably needed. But for any faults he might have had, he was always good to me, and he always promised to take care of me, which he did.

When dad died, I think I was the only one who was actually sad. There was a big funeral, with lots of fancy folk in fine attire. People he had worked with, his friends from the country club, some of our neighbors. Even my siblings showed up. I think they came more for me than for dad. And for the will reading of course. During the actual funeral, I was the only person who shed a tear. No one else even seemed interested. But when we were all dragged into a fine office by dad's attorney, all of a sudden there was a great deal of interest. And somehow Barbara's eyes were wet from crying, even though I specifically remember seeing her laughing with a friend during the eulogy.

Anyways, I sat there with everyone else, waiting to hear how the many assets were to be divvied out. I was still just thinking about losing my dad. I didn't expect anything, and I didn't even really want anything. The way I saw it, dad had already given me a great life. His second wife may not have ...