Chapter 1
"Come on David, show it to me," Monica demanded of her brother.
"Show you what?" David asked furiously.
"Your dick, twat, that's what". Monica replied.
"What? Get fucked!" David responded. "Why would you even ask that?"
"Look, I heard something today, and I need to know if it's true."
David stared at his sister. He couldn't help but wonder what she'd heard and, more importantly, who she'd heard it from. "You don't need to see my dick," he replied, stalking away.
"Is it really as small as an Ikea pencil?"
David turned on his sister, his stare projecting his anger. Monica took a step back under the heat of his gaze.
"Who the fuck told you that?" he demanded.
"Is it true?" Monica asked, recovering herself. It was far from the first time she'd faced down his anger. Hell, they were both redheads and had the stereotypical tempers to match.
"I'm not dignifying that with an answer. Who the fuck told you?"
"No one told me, which is why I want to know. I overheard Lizzie and Katie talking in the change rooms. I wanted to smash their fucking faces in, but if it's true, confronting them about it won't get me anywhere."
"What did you hear?" David demanded.
"Katie was talking about who on the football team she would like to sleep with, and your name came up. Lizzie told her not to bother. She claimed the two of you hooked up after a game earlier this year, and when she went to blow you, she... and this is just me quoting her here... she said that all she found in your pants was a tiny prick the size of an Ikea pencil. Katie asked what she did, and she claimed to have laughed at you and walked out with your pants still around your ankles."
"Fucking bitch," David seethed.
"So is it true?"
"What's it to you anyway?"
"I hate that bitch, David. She makes life hell on the cheer team. She's snarky and manipulative, and I'd love nothing more than to bring her down. But more than that, you're my brother, and I know what it's like to be on the wrong end of rumor and innuendo and what it's like to be bullied. I didn't get these puppies overnight, remember?" She cupped her large tits to emphasize her point. "I used to be flat as a board, and I was like one of the last girls to develop. I was gangly and awkward, and being called a surfboard or an ironing board is pretty shit. I'd like nothing more than to smash that bitch's face in, but like I said before, if there's any truth to it, that won't work so well."
"I'm not showing you my dick, Monica," David insisted. He knew what she'd been through. The bullying had been bad enough that her grades had plummeted, and their parents had had to get her psychological help. They'd ended up changing schools, and Monica had been held back a year, so even though she was a year older than he was, they'd ended up in the same year level. He'd recently turned eighteen, while his older sister was already nineteen.
"Then just tell me. Surely if it was a decent size, you'd have told me by now."
"Fine, I've got a small dick! Happy?! Fuck you, Monica!" David stormed off, all but ran to his room, and slammed it so hard Monica thought the whole house had shaken.
Monica knew better than to go after him. It would take time for him to work through the anger to a point he'd be approachable again, and given the sensitivity of the topic, it could be days. Music soon blasted from his room, another sign that his room wasn't a safe place for her right now. She retreated to her own room, thinking about how she could have approached the situation better. Maybe just demanding it like she had hadn't been the best idea, but she was genuinely angry with Lizzie and Katie. They really were a couple of bitches. But if David was truly small, she couldn't confront them over the issue. She'd have to be underhanded and sneaky if she could come up with such a plan.
It was two days before Monica dared to approach David again. She went to him in his room like a supplicant.
"Can we please talk?" she asked when he looked up and moved his headphones away so he could hear.
"Sure."