David just couldn't wrap his head around his brother's choice to live as a girl. It disgusted him and he felt betrayed. Drivning around and drinking were his only refuge. What else could he do? A Splintered Life Chapter 4 - A Bitter Brotherhood by poetheather Copyright © 2009 by poetheather

David shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his leather jacket. Of all the dumb ass things that could have happened in his life, he had to deal with a younger brother who was a freak and a fucking queer. Wanted to be a fucking girl. Why the fuck would he want to do that?

He was glad they had moved. So many of his friends, who he had known for most of his life had given so much shit about his brother wanting to be a girl. They had even dared to wonder if it was contagious and if he would be in a dress soon. He had beaten Robert severely for that comment. It hadn’t really made him feel any better.

David got into his car and started the engine. The mustang rumbled to life. He could feel the body of the car shake with power. He turned on his radio as he pulled out of the apartment complex. The hard rock thrummed with the sound of his car. It helped ease his tension.

Every time he had to look at that sissy’s face and body, he got all angry again. Why did this have to happen to him?

John and him had been best buds back in the day. He used to get picked on when he was younger and David had stood up for him. He didn’t know how many people he had punched out for daring to call his little brother a fag. They played sports and video games together. Life had been good. Hell, David remembered going out on double dates and making out in the back seat of his car, while John did the same in the front seat. He had lots of good memories of John, just none with this freak Deirdre.

David drove along the streets of the town getting used to where everything was. It was relaxing. Just cruising was always a good way to calm down. He had discovered this when he was sixteen and just allowed to drive. His troubles rolled away as he drove along.

He pulled into a burger joint that had carhops. He really liked the tight shirts and short shorts they wore. They even roller-skated to your car. He loved a little shake with his food. The thought made him smile. He rolled down his window as his pulled alongside a speaker.

“Can I help you?” the teenager’s voice hade the sound of most people working and just watching the clock. David smiled.

“Yeah. Give me a double bacon cheeseburger, chili cheese fries, and a large chocolate milkshake.”

“No problem. It will be out shortly.”

David moved his seat back from the steering wheel. It didn’t really have a long way to go. He adjusted his rear-view so he could watch the approach to the carhop.

He watched the girl approach the car. She looked really hot. Tight ass and huge tits. He just wanted to reach out and touch them. He smiled at her. She smiled back and it became genuine when he tipped her two dollars. He watched her departure.

He shifted his penis, which had gotten hard with the thoughts about the girl and her body. She looked like she would be a good fuck. He might even see if he could get her number and possibly score. That would be nice. He just wasn’t sure if he could have sex with John in the house. Just thinking about that developing body made him a little sick to his stomach. He stopped that train of thought and took a drink from his milkshake.

He needed to get his mind off John and onto something more fun. Perhaps he would hit a club or something tonight. That should make him feel a little better. Having a few beers might wash out the nasty taste in his mouth that John left there.

That bastard was so damn selfish. How could he have chosen to do this to the family? They had had to move after he had started his damn transition. All of his friends, all the places he knew, all the girls. Now he was here. Dad was uncomfortable with the damn freak and he knew mom cried about it. Bastard didn’t think about them at all. How selfish could one person be? All he wanted was to have his perverse life, regardless of the pain it caused everyone else.

He definitely needed a few beers, maybe even a few shots to get the taste out of his mouth. He would try to get his mom to let him out of this damn situation. If he had to stay with that bastard, he was going to snap. Having to watch out for the little fairy was unfair. And if “she” brought home some guy to fuck he would probably snap. How disgusting could John get? Was this some fucking gay fantasy? Was his brother a fag, as well as a freak? The thought made his stomach churn again.

The chocolate milkshake barely took the taste out of his mouth. He shook himself and finished his food. A club. Hitting on some girls. Hopefully sex. And without a doubt a few drinks, maybe even more than a few.

He knew just the place. David had found the bar on one of his driving trips two weeks ago. It was small but it had a nice atmosphere. There was live music Thursday through Sunday. There were lots of women there when there was music. And tonight there was going to be music.

The lights on the road slid past him as he drove. It was only about another 10 blocks until he got to the bar. Maybe five minutes until he could start to drink his problem away. That would be nice. Maybe he could dance with a couple of girls? Maybe one was lonely and looking for some company. That would be nice.

The music throbbed out of the speakers as he headed towards his refuge, his oasis. Where the cooling drafts of beer would ease his chaffed self. Perhaps he could even spend some time not thinking about the little fag.

He pulled up into the parking across the street. There was a small line at the moment. The band hadn’t started yet. As soon as they did, the hordes would descend on the place. It would be nice if he managed to get a seat at one of the tables near the stage. That would make it easier to dance.

There were a couple of hot girls in the line before him. He listened to their voices happily. He loved women. Absolutely adored them. There was just something about them that made him feel like a man. It was invigorating. And it kept him dating. He hadn’t found anyone special yet, but he was sure he would run into her when the time was right. He just had to be patient and go where the girls were. Only then could lightning strike.

He smiled at them when they looked his way. It was too early in the evening to approach them. A few drinks for them and a few for him and it would be smooth sailing. He would have to see how things developed.

He had made it through his first two beers when the band finally started their first set. The music was good and he could feel the bass and the drums throbbing through his body. It was great. He could really dance to this stuff. No one was on the floor yet, but the room was beginning to fill up more.

David scanned the room. So many cute girls to choose from, how to decide. He finally spotted this Asian girl with a nice rack. Curvy and hot, just the way he liked them. He hoped that he would be able to score with her. Kung Fu theatre was to blame for his love of Asian girls. He had no problem admitting that.

He checked her hand for rings and didn’t spot any on the left hand. There were two on the right, but they weren’t the kind of rings that a guy would buy for his girl. She also didn’t seem to be here with anyone else. She just stood at the bar and swayed to the music. Her body moved lithely. Yep, it looked like it was his lucky day.

He sidled up to the bar and moved past her. He ordered another beer and turned to her, “Hey, want something to drink? Since I’m here I can just get you one.”

She smiled, “Sure. Could you get me another beer?”

He noted what type of beer she was drinking and ordered another. “Hey, my friend Rob didn’t show. You want to join me at my table? It’s by the stage.”

She nodded and followed him to the table. Things were starting to go his way. He sat with his back to the band and she sat across from him.

The night went well. They chatted between sets and they even danced some. She had agreed to coffee and he drove her to the Denny’s by the bar. He followed her home and the end of the evening. His grin was painfully huge as he contemplated the night ahead and how little sleep he was hoping on getting.