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Chris
Therewereseveralmissedcalls on my phone this morning, and all of them were from my mom. Last night, I turned my phone off and rested my head on my wife’s breasts for comfort as we talked about being a character witness for the men. After she convinced me that the best thing to do was just to be honest, regardless of what that meant, we made love for the first time since she gave birth. Well, not in the typical heterosexual type of love making since she still had a week or two left to recover from her c-section. She jerked me off for seven minutes, and I ate her out for eight.
We got caught up in the moment for fifteen whole minutes and a couple of orgasms later, we were passed out in bed, only to be woken up again no more than four hours later by our baby shift. Tell you what though, that was the best fucking nap I had in a long fucking time. And well, this morning, arriving at court, I was in a more uplifting mood, one could say.
“Mr. Levine,” Tiffany said. She seemed to be looking right at me but somehow managed to not be looking at me at all. It was dismissive as if I were an inconvenience to her. Well, two could play that game.
“Ms. Levine,” I answered with the same lifeless tone of voice.
Her nostrils flared as she proceeded. “It’s my understanding that you were once best friends with Mr. Crawford, Mr. Sharpe, and Mr. Whitlocke, is that right?”
Yes, that’s right.” I straightened my shoulders and looked right past hers.
“Would you mind telling the court what caused your friendship to end?” she asked, moving to cross her arms but relaxing them when she seemed to realize where she was. She fidgeted with the papers before her instead.
“Their relationship with you,” I said.
She cleared her throat, but it was pretty aggressive. She almost coughed when she spoke again, and I knew she was hating every moment of this. The truth was that I was too. We were too damn old to be this petty or at least I was. And after hearing Jared’s testimony yesterday, it became hard to argue away her ability to consent to three grown men at her age. As uncomfortable as it made me, it was her fucking right, damn it. Even if I hated it.
“Why did our relationship bother you so much?” she asked.
“Objection, relevance?” our father responded.
“Overruled,” the judge stated.
“There were several reasons,” I started.
She waited, shaking her head at me and tipping up her brows. “Yes?” she asked.
“Well, for one thing, I didn’t need the image of my sister with three men, and now, I’m scarred from it,” I said.
She sighed, and it sounded impatient. “And?” she asked.
“Your Honor, he already answered the question,” my father said.
“Your Honor, he said there were several reasons. He only gave one reason. I’d like to know what the others are just to see if it supports the claims made by Levine LLP in this case,” Tiffany argued.
“Overruled,” the judge said.
Running my hands across my beard, I sighed. “It was even worse knowing that it was my three best friends, second of all. And third, they never cared about how it would affect me. I was hurt,” I said, and my voice cracked. I let it crack, damn it.
“I’m a bit confused. Maybe you could clarify something for me. Why would a brother be so affected by his sister’s sex life?” she asked.
“Well, because I care about you,” I said, creasing my brows and shaking my head at her. She pressed her lips together as if she were trying to prevent herself from responding as she tipped her head to the side dismissively.
“I don’t know how you don’t get why it would affect me that my best friends, all three of them, were sleeping with my little sister behind my back. I’m your big brother. I’m supposed to protect you, even if it would’ve had to be from my best friends,” I said. My heart felt like a puddle swishing around my chest.
“Do you feel like your friends are harmful people?” she asked, wiggling her neck at me as she posted up one side of her hip.
“You never really know someone. I’d at least have appreciated the chance to get to know their intentions with you,” I said.
“Doesn’t sound like you have much faith in your friends, Mr. Levine. If you didn’t think they were good people, why were you friends with them?” she asked, scratching her nails across the side of the podium.
“They never gave me any reasons to think they were bad people, but you are my little sister, and they were my best friends who I knew for a long time, which meant I’d seen them go through relationships. Sometimes those relationships didn’t work out, and I don’t know, we’d been through some stuff together, and you were so innocent, I just felt like you deserved someone as innocent as you,” I rambled.
There were a million questions running through her mind, and I could see them moving across her face. She pressed her lips together even tighter before releasing a breath.
“Didn’t you think I was capable of deciding for myself who I was getting in bed with and whether or not I thought they were worthy of me?” she asked, cocking her head.
