Ashley Back Home
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
The last thing Ashley wanted was to console her older brother. As far as she was concerned, he was just a bum who lounged around the house feeling sorry for himself while their mother coddled him like a baby. He didn't need another pity party; he needed some tough damn love.
With a sigh she left her room to go look for her brother who was probably hold up in his room. That where he usually retreated to whenever he was feeling like shit. His door was painted black with various sticker decorations and a 'No Girls Allowed' tin sign.
Ashley couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw it. It's like her brother never progressed passed age fifteen. She ignored the sign and didn't even bother to knock. She just showed herself in like she often did and was immediately hit with the smell of ick.
Her brother's room was what he liked to call a controlled mess. There was junk everywhere, but he knew where everything was within it. The blonde scowled when she found a pair of tidy-not-so-whities in the center of the floor. That was so freaking disgusting!
She then spotted the bum lying in his bed looking as if he'd just given up on life. It was a pathetic sight she'd seen one too many times. She didn't feel bad for him. If anything, she was annoyed with him. She wanted him to get off his ass, get a job and move out already.
"Drake..." She called out to him. When he didn't immediately answer she walked over to him passed the piles of clothes and empty chip bags. "Hey Drake?! Answer me ya lazy bum!"
"Hey sis." He finally answered, his voice sounding almost like a whisper. "I thought you were hanging out with Rose today."
She ate Rose today, and two other guys but he didn't need to know that. She also had a really cute guy exploring her vagina right now that she really wanted play with. Instead, she was here forced into trying to console a jobless loser.
"She had some family stuff come up, so I came home early." She lied. She knew Drake wouldn't question her; he rarely ever did anymore. At one point in time, he had his shit together and his head on straight. The old him would've seen through the lie in an instant. The new him wouldn't. Just one of many reasons she was so disappointed in him.
"Oh, okay." He said before finally sitting up to look at her properly. "Mom send you my way to try and make me feel better?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Ashely spoke honestly. She wasn't going to sugarcoat why she was in his room right now. If it were up to her, she'd let the bum continue to wallow in his own self-pity and play with her tiny new boy-toy.
"That makes sense." He chuckled humorlessly. "I was so sure I had it this time. I got my hair cut, shaved my face, got my best suit and they told me I had a real shot to get the job."
Ashley crossed her arms as she listened to her brother speak. She could tell his hair was cut down instead of being the wild mane he usually wore, his stubbled was completely shaved off and he probably did look presentable at his job interview. "So, what went wrong this time?"
"It was either choose me or the hot twenty-two-year-old looking to get the same job." Drake explained, sounding more bitter than depressed now. "It wasn't even a contest."
Well damn, this was one of the rare times his failure wasn't it his fault. "Did you try to plead your case afterward?"
"What would be the point? They made their decision and I'm not going to able to change their minds. I'm just going to be a bum who keeps failing until mom can't take it anymore and throws me out." Drake ranted in that oh so special way that annoyed his sister. "I'm going to be living on couches the rest of my life at this rate."
This was the self-pity crap that Ashley couldn't stand. She just wanted Drake to shut up and go back to the way he used to be. At least back then he was respectable, and she could somewhat look up to him. He used to be fun and played bass guitar with his garage band before they disbanded. They didn't suck either, they were actually pretty decent.
Who the hell was this defeatist loser who wore her brother face? What was it that broke him? Ashley tuned out his rantings as she thought about what her mother asked her to do. She wanted her to try and cheer the bum up, but at the same time she really didn't want to.
Maybe... maybe the shrink ray she took from Johnny and his friend could help her out here? No doubt it could lift her brother's spirits, but at the same time perhaps it could also give him the kick in the ass she thought he desperately needed. What should she do?
With a sigh she left her room to go look for her brother who was probably hold up in his room. That where he usually retreated to whenever he was feeling like shit. His door was painted black with various sticker decorations and a 'No Girls Allowed' tin sign.
Ashley couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw it. It's like her brother never progressed passed age fifteen. She ignored the sign and didn't even bother to knock. She just showed herself in like she often did and was immediately hit with the smell of ick.
Her brother's room was what he liked to call a controlled mess. There was junk everywhere, but he knew where everything was within it. The blonde scowled when she found a pair of tidy-not-so-whities in the center of the floor. That was so freaking disgusting!
She then spotted the bum lying in his bed looking as if he'd just given up on life. It was a pathetic sight she'd seen one too many times. She didn't feel bad for him. If anything, she was annoyed with him. She wanted him to get off his ass, get a job and move out already.
"Drake..." She called out to him. When he didn't immediately answer she walked over to him passed the piles of clothes and empty chip bags. "Hey Drake?! Answer me ya lazy bum!"
"Hey sis." He finally answered, his voice sounding almost like a whisper. "I thought you were hanging out with Rose today."
She ate Rose today, and two other guys but he didn't need to know that. She also had a really cute guy exploring her vagina right now that she really wanted play with. Instead, she was here forced into trying to console a jobless loser.
"She had some family stuff come up, so I came home early." She lied. She knew Drake wouldn't question her; he rarely ever did anymore. At one point in time, he had his shit together and his head on straight. The old him would've seen through the lie in an instant. The new him wouldn't. Just one of many reasons she was so disappointed in him.
"Oh, okay." He said before finally sitting up to look at her properly. "Mom send you my way to try and make me feel better?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Ashely spoke honestly. She wasn't going to sugarcoat why she was in his room right now. If it were up to her, she'd let the bum continue to wallow in his own self-pity and play with her tiny new boy-toy.
"That makes sense." He chuckled humorlessly. "I was so sure I had it this time. I got my hair cut, shaved my face, got my best suit and they told me I had a real shot to get the job."
Ashley crossed her arms as she listened to her brother speak. She could tell his hair was cut down instead of being the wild mane he usually wore, his stubbled was completely shaved off and he probably did look presentable at his job interview. "So, what went wrong this time?"
"It was either choose me or the hot twenty-two-year-old looking to get the same job." Drake explained, sounding more bitter than depressed now. "It wasn't even a contest."
Well damn, this was one of the rare times his failure wasn't it his fault. "Did you try to plead your case afterward?"
"What would be the point? They made their decision and I'm not going to able to change their minds. I'm just going to be a bum who keeps failing until mom can't take it anymore and throws me out." Drake ranted in that oh so special way that annoyed his sister. "I'm going to be living on couches the rest of my life at this rate."
This was the self-pity crap that Ashley couldn't stand. She just wanted Drake to shut up and go back to the way he used to be. At least back then he was respectable, and she could somewhat look up to him. He used to be fun and played bass guitar with his garage band before they disbanded. They didn't suck either, they were actually pretty decent.
Who the hell was this defeatist loser who wore her brother face? What was it that broke him? Ashley tuned out his rantings as she thought about what her mother asked her to do. She wanted her to try and cheer the bum up, but at the same time she really didn't want to.
Maybe... maybe the shrink ray she took from Johnny and his friend could help her out here? No doubt it could lift her brother's spirits, but at the same time perhaps it could also give him the kick in the ass she thought he desperately needed. What should she do?
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