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Prompt: going home | Word Count: 500 words | Genre: Adult
Stupor
by T.R. Kisgen
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“Sherry?”
My brother’s wife is lying next to me in bed.
Brian is five years older than me. His new wife is closer to my age but still in her twenties. She is really pretty and I like her a lot, but this? I would never pursue a married woman – especially not in my own family. I don’t think I’d sleep with her even if she was coming on to me. Had Sherry been coming on to me at the party? The thought was sobering.
Besides beer and a fifth of tequila, what else happened last night? My brother supported underage drinking but his wife did not – Even before she had to deal with me drunk. Oh boy.
She turned over to face me.
The devil perked up and spoke. Said to charm Sherry with my smile and have another go this morning. If we did the deed once why not do it twice? This time I would remember.
Looking at her sleeping face and bare shoulder, lust made an appearance but shame ultimately won.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on deep breaths. I must have dozed off.
“Benji? Wake up.”
Sherry is looking at me with her wild red curls. She throws the covers back and stands. She is not nude as I had assumed. I have mixed feelings about this. She is wearing the same sundress as last night.
“It’s morning. You have to leave.”
Peering under the covers I see my briefs but no shirt or pants.
“What happened last night?”
“Nothing! Get out of here. Brian won’t like this.”
I am standing as the door opens. My older brother stares.
“You never came back. Marge is getting breakfast. Did you kill the mouse?”
The mouse.
Sherry is more coherent than me so she explains.
“No, it’s still in here.”
Brian leaps backwards, slamming the door behind him.
Through the door his voice booms, “Find it Benjamin. I gave you one job… Hey, why are you in your underwear?”
“He vomited all over himself.”
Sherry grins at me and my memory is jogged.
Sherry had gone to bed while the party was still going. She screamed shortly after and Brian and I raced upstairs. The lights were on and she was standing in the middle of their California King, biting her nails. She was pointing to the corner of the room.
“Mouse!”
With those words Brian shot out of the room, leaving me with Sherry.
Through the door he ordered “Benji, don’t come out until you kill that thing.”
I remember crawling around on the floor and finding a grey stuffed dog toy. It kind of looked like a mouse. We laughed about it and then I recall throwing up and Sherry helping me out of my clothes. She put me to bed and then I heard her retching in the master bath.
My next memory is waking up with Sherry. Now I know the truth.
I am an idiot and am going home.