Knowing You

Thanks for clicking and taking a look at the first chapter. This is something I've thought to try for a bit, something original. I usually stick to anime, so I can only try. Please review if only to let me know if it's worth continuing.

Warnings: Since there really isn't enough space in the summary slot. Story will contain angst, strong language, oral, anal, perhaps M/F/M, not sure if one would count that as an orgy, just fun. Some mild violence, I'll apply incest, since some consider family by marriage is still incest.


Chapter One




“Don’t tell me she said yes,” Taree reached for a clean dishrag from the supply cabinet. Table five was almost finished, eating the last of their dessert. With their departure it left her with only table one to contend with. Unlike Joey, her best friend, that still had four tables containing customers. She rubbed the side of her face as the petite blonde recounted the tales of Kale, Joey’s older brother.


“Of course she did, why wouldn’t she? Okay, I find him ewwww but he’s my brother so that’s only natural. I guess he isn’t totally repulsive, he wasn’t blessed with my looks. Some girls might find him cute, if they are into the ‘I make you look stupid’ look. Besides, if she’s smart she’ll try to land him, he already makes more money than both my parents. Be nice to have a man that can cater to your needs, Josh won’t even buy me lunch half the time.” Joey crinkled her nose bringing up her soon to be ex, with the way things were going.


“I wasn’t saying he was ugly, it’s just his attitude, how can someone overlook that?” The bell chimed over the front entrance announcing another customer, please don’t let them sit in her section. Her feet were killing her from the birthday party that had been waiting on her around noon. Did she think Kale wasn’t a catch? No, she just thought him to be the world’s biggest insensitive asshole, ever to be born, behind her own sibling.


“He’s not that way with everyone, actually I think he’s only that way with you. He just doesn’t like chicks that are as smart as he is, he likes them dumb.” Joey spoke from personal knowledge, all his girlfriends hadn’t been able to recount the ABC’s. The latest one was no different, the bitch would be lucky if she could count to five without getting a migraine. Said female was greeting the latest customer, the night hostess named Cloe, typical blonde. “Speaking of brothers, I saw Dante last night, he was out with some redhead.”


“Yes, that would have been Sheila, I told you about her.” Taree grinned thinking that the saucy redhead was exactly what her own brother needed, someone that would put him in his place. Maybe it was just brothers in general that grated on her nerves, possibly the male species. Her mother had remarried when she was ten, she’d never known who her father was. Gramps said he’d been a boil on society’s ass, a loser that Mom had been right to dump. Never having a father figure before, she’d instantly latched onto Samuel, her stepfather. Even more so, she had grown attached to the son he’d brought into the family with him.


“I think you did but I was hung over,” Joey grimaced noticing that the elderly gentleman was placed in her section. As if she didn’t have enough already, the bitch had done it on purpose. There was no overlooking the animosity the other chick gave her, someone didn’t like competition. They were both blondes, slim, petite, what most guys seemed to like. Very often they’d both flirt with the many males coming and going, it was a pride thing. “Why couldn’t she put him in your section?”


“She knows my feet are killing me?” The question was meant to pick at the unfriendly competition, it only served to rile Joey more. Taree shrugged before heading back out into her section, she had a table to bus and clean. It was humorous to watch the two bicker amongst each other. As if it meant so much that a guy you really had no interest in, were to give you his attention. It was a waste of energy to her, she had better things to do with her time. College was an option she was looking into, she was still debating on what she wanted to do with her life. Her parents had agreed that she could take a year off from school, to explore her options.


The family smiled as she started collecting their dessert dishes, the father was still sipping on a cup of coffee. “Can I get you anything else?” The Jameson family were regulars, they came every Thursday evening for the dinner special, no matter what it was. The couple had four children, ranging from two to eight, a small herd. The kids were well behaved, a lot more than most that entered, she never had to pick up thrown food. One time a single mother came in with her brat, it had smeared potatoes all over the wall. People like that made her hate her job, it was called discipline.


“Nah, we’re almost done, thanks hun.” Mrs. Jameson placed a few bowls together, making it easier for her to remove them. The two year old was shoving what was left of a cookie into her mouth, she was Taree’s favorite. Hard to find a child that age that answered with manners. She carried the tray with used dishes towards the back, knowing she’d get a decent tip, always did. Joey was across the way taking an order, the man appeared to be asking about the menu. It sucked to waitress for someone that worried about their weight or what each dish contained. If someone was so into counting calories they should eat at home, not go out.


The silverware clinked as she placed it on the counter, looking around for the cook. She was alone in the back, he’d probably gone out for a smoke break. Her thoughts went back to what Joey had been saying, about Kale going out. She was the only one around that didn’t go out on a regular basis. There had been a few dates in high school, nothing special, no one serious. This made her weird, in most eyes, she liked to think she was fickle.


It also came down to having a bit of low self-esteem, caused by many factors. No way did she consider herself to be pretty, stunning or sexy, she was average. Her light brown hair could be called a chestnut color, it was cropped around her shoulders, keeping it at a decent yet manageable length. Hazel eyes accented a round face, bridged on a pert nose, lips that barely existed. She’d been cursed with small features, she’d kill for the large over-ripe lips that Joey had. She’d reached five-one before being doomed, barely making it over the booster seat requirement. Her mother was a full busted, curvy, feminine version of herself, while she was more athletic and slim. She had more than an A cup but not much, she was lacking in the boob department.


Despite her lack of attributes, she was pleased with her own body, she was no longer fat. That had been her major problem before entering high school, she’d been on the pudgy side. One could blame genetics, hormones or emotional problems, being realistic she blamed the ice cream and french fries. It had taken a vigorous diet and exercise program to get in shape. Why she watched what she ate, until this day a promise to herself kept the weight off. If that didn’t do it then her stepbrother did, every time he chose to open his mouth. His pet name for her was enough to make her want to fast for a month.


Siblings picked, this was nothing new, it hadn’t started with her. Dante had been attentive, sweet, over-protective, everything a sister could ask for. Until he hit high school, then he’d turned into a male filled with hormones, his brain dropping to the lower head. She could remember the day he’d dubbed her with the nickname. A bunch of his acne covered friends had been over swimming, enjoying the warm weather. One had suggested that they have the fat girl go fetch them some more soft drink. Dante had turned to her, ignoring that his friend had just insulted his sister, and shouted out, “Piglet, go grab the twelve pack from the fridge.”


After that she ceased to be Tar, or Taree, or Sis, it was Piglet from that day forward. The name might have been endearing if not for the sour attitude that came with it. If he wasn’t ignoring her, he was being downright nasty, he was a real charmer. She could understand his point of view, he had been embarrassed about her. All through junior and high school, Dante had been popular and well liked. She’d never had many friends, being a self-reserved person. Three years between them, decades in personality, they couldn’t get along. If memory served correctly he’d been the first to dunk her in the garbage can, initiating her during freshman year. It had been him and his friends to hide her books in the gym shower, causing each one to become water damaged. His friends loved to chant ‘Here piggy, piggy,’ as she walked to class. She wasn’t sure what had hurt the most, that he let it happen or that he was behind it all.


The clatter of dishes brought her attention back to the present, Joey was swearing at the dropped tray. “I’ll get it, are you okay?” Taree reached for a broken glass, being careful not to cut herself in the process. One way to end the evening was in the hospital, she hated needles. Spaghetti was coating the tile, more of a mess. “You look pissed enough to eat glass.”


“I am, that bitch tried to send someone else to my section. She’s doing it on purpose, trying to piss me off. To make things worse it is an old couple, she did send someone to yours. Figures, she sends the cute guy your way but gives me finicky old goats to deal with. I also wasted some coke on my shin, I can feel it starting to get sticky.” She shoved a strand of yellow hair behind an ear, hoping for comfort.


“You’ll live, I have complete faith in you.” Tar removed the last of the broken glass, letting Joey sweep up the noodles. She needed to go check on her last table, then her newest customer. A cute guy? Not that it mattered, she never flirted for tips. Smoothing down her apron, a nervous gesture, she still got nervous around them. Peeking out the diamond shaped window, her eyes sought out this cute guy.


“Told you, he’s got a nice ass too, got a full view as he was seated.” Joey stopped to join in the inspection. The guy was nice looking, not really her type though, she didn’t fancy guys with glasses. Shaggy black hair fell forward, over a brow pinched deep in thought. His face was classy in appearance, well defined, almost boyish. “I’d say he’s about five-ten, kind of on the lanky side, pity. You know I like them big, need to feel possessed in the sack, you can have him.”


“I’ll pass, I’m not interested, thank you,” She found him to be cute as well, just not what she wanted, which was to be involved. Nor did she delude herself into thinking someone like that would look twice at her. Cute, was probably well-employed, with a hot girlfriend waiting at home. The door swung open causing Joey to stumble forward a bit in surprise. Taree took her pad and pen from it’s pocket, determined to get this done quickly, without much fuss. The dark head was bent, letting her see just how thick the raven locks were. “What can I get you?”


“Glass of water, the ribeye, medium, with a salad.” Lydon flipped the menu closed before glancing up at the voice. As long as it wasn’t the blonde that had escorted him to the table, in that case he would demand another. It irritated him when a female started flirting with her first word. She hadn’t been bad looking, he just wasn’t looking for a quick piece at the moment. He’d stopped in to relax and grab dinner before going home, cooking for himself tonight wasn’t an option. Work had been hell, a crate had fallen over leaving the entire crew to clean up the mess. He worked at one of the local shipping yards, manual labor was the best way to describe it. Driving forklifts, loading and unloading whatever was brought in.


Deep grey eyes made her breath catch, it was the first time she’d seen any that color. The lenses only magnified the strange shade, she caught herself staring. Okay, so he had nice eyes as well, he was even cuter up close and personal. Grabbing her wits, she scribbled down the order, “alright, it’ll be about fifteen minutes. I’ll be right back with your drink. My name is Taree, I’ll be your server this evening.” No need to smile like that, ‘Just leave a nice tip.’ The pen was shoved behind her ear, “let me know if you need anything else.”


The girl walked away, heading for the kitchen to deposit his order. His eyes squinted as she disappeared from sight, he took in the stiff way she held her shoulders. Where had he seen her before? The name had also rung a bell, it was rather unusual. Picking his brain wasn’t a good idea but he had to place his finger on it, he knew he’d seen her before. Fat chance that they’d ever held a conversation before, he was sure of that much. She was rather cute, not his usual type but had an innocent appeal to her. Total opposite of the other blonde waitress that was across the room trying to catch his attention.


Ignoring the obvious innuendos, the menu was placed behind the napkin holder, freeing his hands. He had to call Dante, his supervisor, just a reminder that tomorrow he wouldn’t be in. Having dropped out of high school, he was lucky to have the job he did. Family issues had caused the death of his education, he didn’t regret his choices. A black cell phone was withdrawn, he flipped it open to bring up his boss’s number. His lip twitched as he gazed at the name, images formed. Two months ago, at a company picnic, that’s where he’d seen her. The girl had shown up with Dante’s parents, that’s how he’d seen her before.


His glass was placed directly in front of him, the girl had managed to sneak up on him. “Thank you,” he noticed she’d also brought him a small bowl with lemon wedges without having to be asked. The couple two tables down were getting ready to leave, she left him to stroll over and wish them a goodnight. Her smile revealed twin dimples marring each cheek, definitely cute. Didn’t have much upstairs, enough to make it a handful. Even better, his last girlfriend had been cursed with udders instead of breasts.


Taree felt uneasy as she placed the empty plates upon the tray. A five dollar tip had been left this time, worth refilling the man’s coffee twenty times. Her parents still took care of all her needs but she had to make her own splurging money. With luck she’d have enough to purchase the DVD collection she had her eye on, horror movies were her favorite. Romances just reminded her how pitiful her own sex life was, she didn’t care for them. Give her blood and gore any day, with a mix of monster, and a pinch of sex. The collection consisted of twenty classic horror movies, all for her viewing pleasure.


Her mouth jerked down into a frown, she was being watched, more like inspected. Yes, there was a difference between being ogled and inspected. Guys ogled girls they thought were hot and doable, they inspected the ones that drew normal curiosity and speculation. He was probably wondering what was taking his food so long, it wasn’t her fault. Placing the last cup onto the surface, she turned to him and spoke loud enough, “I’ll go check on your order in just a moment Sir.”


The bell chimed, her ride was here, Dante was picking her up tonight. Most nights she caught a ride home with Joey, whom had plans later this evening. She didn’t bother to acknowledge his presence, her shift wasn’t over yet, he could damn well wait. He knew that her shift ended at seven, not twenty minutes prior, not everything revolved around him. So what if he’d made something of himself, moved out on his own, had scores of women doting on him. This was her job, she wouldn’t rush for his ass.


“It’s really a damn shame,” Joey sucked in her breath eying the tall man walking towards the table in which Taree’s latest customer resided. “I mean that he’s immune to my charms, we’d be great as sisters you know. Unlike my own brother, yours is pure eye candy, I’d drink his bath water.” She’d do a lot of things but much to her dismay, Dante had never shown any response to her flirting or trying to get him in bed. The fucker had strict tastes, he liked beautiful, smart, classy women, she didn’t quite fit in that category.


“Please, go talk that crap somewhere else.” Taree didn’t want to think of drinking anyone’s bath water, it was gross. Her friend wanted to do more than that with the ass, more she didn’t want to think about. Her hero worship of him from years ago still left a bitter taste in her mouth. It would be easy for girls to fall for him, they weren’t related to him. At one time, she herself had adored him, a long time ago. “My order is up, table eight also needs a refill, he’s glaring at you.”


She did notice that her brother had taken a seat with the other male. Did they know each other? Taree hadn’t met any of his friends in years, fate had been kind. Rolling her eyes at the male laughter, she went back over to the table. Disdain filled bright green eyes as the dark blonde head shifted to spot her approaching. Did she fail to mention that he couldn’t stand her? Whatever she’d done to be such a disappointment she’d never know. As usual the ball of lead settled in her gut, a testament that it unnerved her regardless of what she claimed. “Here you go, would you like some more water?”


“I’m fine, thanks.” Lydon noticed the animosity between the two as soon as she spoke. Were the siblings having some type of quarrel? It wasn’t uncommon, it was also none of his business. The food placed before him smelt delicious, he grabbed his fork. Having his boss come in had saved him the trouble of calling, now they were just speaking casually.


“Are you done yet? I had to cut my date short because you couldn’t find another ride.” Dante sneered as the prissy little shoulders squared defiantly at his voice. He didn’t care to be ignored, she could have at least acknowledged his presence since he was going out of his way to do her this favor. His date hadn’t been going that well but she didn’t know that, it was better to take his vexation out on her, she was a safe target.


“No, my shift isn’t over yet. You know I can’t leave until my last customer is gone. If you are in that big of a hurry, either ask your friend here to choke or get it to go.” She grinded her teeth together at his rudeness, he was rushing her. Apparently he thought he could order her around, like she was one of his workers. Her boss was out on a date with her boyfriend, and she didn’t like to be pushed around.


“Ah, as pleasant as that sounds, I’d rather enjoy my meal.” Lydon tried to suppress a snicker of amusement at how aggravated the usual stoic male was getting. Everyone at work talked about how relaxed and laid back their supervisor was. If only the guys could see Dante now, he was glad he got to see it. The little kitten had some claws, it’d be fun to watch. He extended his own hand towards her, drawing all eyes to him. “Don’t think we’ve been properly introduced, my name is Lydon, I work for your brother.”


“Oh,” so that’s how they knew each other. Feeling obligated, she extended her hand to capture the warm palm, he had nice hands. Someone else her brother ordered around and treated like shit or was the right reserved for her? The heat from her brother’s gaze had her quickly dropping the fingers, feeling as if she’d done something wrong. She’d go help in the kitchen until it was time to leave. “Enjoy your meal,” the company would surely give the most iron stomach indigestion.


Dante clenched his fingers as she spun on her heel to strut back, away from the war zone. His parents owed him big time for this, she was a pain in the ass. Taking a deep breath, he coughed to gain Lydon’s attention. He didn’t like the way the younger male was checking her out. Younger wasn’t really true, only a year separated them, but she was only eighteen. Someone like Lydon would only be interested in one thing, like hell that was going to happen. “She’s too young for you, don’t get any ideas.”


“Really? How do you know I wasn’t checking out the blonde?” He’d done it already, and found her lacking in serious areas. He had his tastes, which didn’t run to the overused and worn out. If he had to bet on it, he’d say that Taree was very inexperienced, if not a virgin. What guy didn’t want to end up with a good girl? It was also the kind he liked, that kind of shyness was hard to find. “She’s cute though, does she have a boyfriend?”


“No, no one is that stupid. I’m going to hope that you are just as bright as the others, stay away from her.” Dante didn’t bother keeping the malice from his voice, it was a threat. She was a pain in the ass, a major one for him but he’d be damned if he let some jackass try to make moves on her. Not only was she extremely shy, the girl was as naive as they came. As soon as some moron started sprouting fake endearments she’d get all giddy and lose what common sense she’d been born with.


“Whatever you say man,” whatever was correct. Lydon removed his eyes from the girl, going back to his meal. So big brother was a bit overprotective, it was to be expected. In the end the decision was the girl’s, he wouldn’t mind helping to persuade her otherwise. He’d been on several dates, slept with a few women since moving into town, none had really been special. Each one had been just as experienced as himself, if not more. What would it be like to be with someone that innocent, to take away that purity? His boss quickly stood up when the soft voice called out that she was ready to go. Much to his dismay the bubbly blonde came rushing over to inform him that she’d be taking over for Taree, wonderful.




“Has Dad informed you that they are planning a second honeymoon?” Dante turned the music down, deciding to discuss an issue that needed to be brought out in the open. His father and stepmother had plans to get away for two weeks, a romantic trip to Vegas. They both were in need of some fun, he’d give them that. What bothered him was that they didn’t want Taree staying at home by herself for that long. At eighteen they wouldn’t have given a second thought about him being home alone, he was male so it was different.


“Yes, Mom kind of mentioned it last week. What about it?” She had heard them discussing it, many pamphlets had been scattered over the kitchen table. One wanted to hit Vegas, the other wanted Hawaii, must be nice. The closest thing she could come to a vacation was an evening at the local movie theater.


“They don’t want you staying at the house by yourself,” he agreed. The problem was he lived in a one bedroom apartment, he didn’t have a room for her. Sleeping on the couch would be bad, he had thin walls. Sheila wouldn’t want to wait two weeks before coming over, they had a weekend thing going. “I don’t have room for you at my place so Dad suggested that I stay at the house while they are gone.”


“Oh joy!” Two weeks of constantly putting up with him every evening, hadn’t she done this up until two years ago? An insult for breakfast, lunch and dinner, whatever would she do with herself? It also meant his female friend would be coming around. What she said earlier was true, Sheila was good for him because the broad was a mega-bitch. It gave her much pleasure when the woman treated him like dirt, that didn’t mean she wanted to be around the skank as well.


“Don’t even whine, it’s not like it was my idea. The last thing I want to do is babysit you, I have better things to do with my time. It wouldn’t be so bad but don’t you have any friends? How the hell am I going to have a good time with you there to disturb me?” He turned off of the highway, taking the road that led into the subdivision. “How about we call a truce, since we’ll have to deal with it? If I don’t agree, we both know they won’t leave town. So, for those two weeks, we’ll try to ignore each other. Sheila will be there on some evenings, you can just go out or something, if you aren’t working.”


“Fine,” not like she wanted to hang around them anyways. There was nothing as disgusting as listening to his latest piece promoting her own qualities. She’d just ask for overtime during that time, stay away as much as possible. Nothing to it, she was a big girl, being ignored she was used to. “I’ll just have to make plans with Joey or something, she’s been wanting to go to that new club.”


“Club? I know you aren’t suggesting that you are going out clubbing. Most of those places you have to be twenty-one to get inside, so think again.” The heater kicked in, sending a chill down his spine. If his parents found out that he let her go out drinking, they’d castrate him, twice. “Besides, you don’t drink, there would be no point in going to a place like that. Tell Joey to have someone else take her out to hunt cock, you aren’t going.”


“I will if I want to, besides just because I don’t drink doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself. They have dancing at the new one, I can dance unlike you. Also, who says I’m not going cock hunting as well?” Not unless hell froze over, he didn’t have to know though. The hairs stood on her arms as his eyes widened, in amusement? The corner of his mouth twitched, was he trying not to laugh at her? Oh, so her looking for a man was funny? Did he think she couldn’t get one? “What’s with that smirk? What? You think I can’t find someone?”


His fingers tightened on the steering wheel at the suggestion. He’d chain her to the bed before he let her go cock hunting with that tart friend of hers. “I didn’t say that, I’m sure even someone like you could find a guy to fuck. I’m a man and I know how we think, most of the time a piece of ass is just that. Anyone can get laid,” he knew this well enough, he’d had his share of fun in high school.


‘Anyone can get laid,’ the words stung for some reason. Someone like her? So what if she’d never make the center of playboy! She had her good qualities too, she wasn’t ugly. Shouldn’t your family members find you beautiful, if only out of love? There was no love between them, so she should be thankful that he was honest with his opinion of her. He could be a liar due to them being related and boast that she was the prettiest little thing on earth. Okay, so even if he couldn’t boast her esteem, didn’t mean he had to stomp it into the ground either.


Taree did the only thing she could, she reached forward to jack up the volume. The loud band filled the car, leaving them alone in thought. She wasn’t out to impress anyone, she accepted herself for whom she was. She wasn’t in denial and wasn’t about to say she was completely happy, far from it. At times she wished she could find that someone special, she was a female. The grey leather creaked under her weight, as if asking her to think quieter. Or maybe it could sense the evil thoughts roaming her mind about it’s owner. Her brother loved his BMW, she hated it, it was just for show. All through high school he’d been into his trucks, with this new image it was all about money. Why else did he think that bimbo wanted him? She was there more for the money than him, that was easy to see.


She didn’t want a rich man, he didn’t even have to be handsome or charming. What mattered to her was finding someone she could be herself around, that would make her feel special in return. That was worth waiting for, saving her virginity for. The most she’d done was kissing with a boy, some unwanted groping didn’t count. Sex wasn’t exactly a stranger to her, they had the internet. Not to mention all the stories Joey told her about weekend flames and the like. A prude, she was not! There had been nights when she’d experimented with her own company, she was human. What she needed was a toy, so she’d be able to feel real penetration, her fingers were getting old.


“What are you thinking about?” He wasn’t sure why he bothered to inquire, just that her face had taken on a wistful look all of a sudden. The kind most girls got when thinking of the opposite sex, who the hell was it? As far as he knew she didn’t have a boyfriend or was that it? Was she thinking about getting one or if she could? He felt guilty, about her taking his comment as an implication that she was lacking in appearance. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you’ll find someone. I mean, just put on a little makeup, fix your hair, anything is possible.”


“Excuse me?” The words came out in a whisper, disbelief making it hard to digest the words. What was more appalling? That he was suggesting that even she wasn’t completely dog ugly or that he was giving her advice. Fix her hair indeed! What nerve of the shit, she didn’t need his opinion. “Next time keep it to yourself, I don’t need your help. If all else fails and a guy can’t stomach looking at my face, I have a short dress that will draw his attention lower.”


“I suggested doing something with your appearance, not dressing like a whore.” He was sure it would be something like the ones Joey thought were stylish. He’d beat her ass if she went out in one of those things, if their dad didn’t get to it first. Just because her friend thought it exciting and okay to dress like that, it wasn’t proper. His mind refused to register that his current girlfriend wore similar designs.


“Well, as you were so kind as to point out,” she undid the seatbelt as they pulled into the driveway. The lights were still on, someone was still up. Her mother had a habit of waiting up for her on nights she came home early. Dinner would be in the stove, waiting on her. She was more than happy to pry the door open, even as it came to a complete stop. “Get a guy drunk enough, anyone can get laid. Thanks for the ride, I’ll try not to make a habit of it.” She heard him call her a bitch as the door slammed shut, she smiled.




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