The confession was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced. When Ryder and I were twelve, we were idiots. But at least we were children, without a developed sense of right and wrong. We were just two wild boys doing what they wanted. Now as grown men, the wrongness of the situation was starkly evident and Ryder and I were so penitent.
Shame suffused me. For the first time in my adult life, I felt heat coursing up my neck, making my face flame. We’d been playboys our entire lives, irresistible to women, but it seemed now we’d have our first dressing down. Kyleigh sat on the edge of the bed, looking pensive as she contemplated the future.
“What’s going to happen to House Emergency?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said slowly. “I guess we should ask the network about next steps. A lot of this is up to them, and not us,” I clarified.
“We have a lot of advertisers,” added Ryder, “and the network will probably want to gage public reaction and bounce ideas off our advertisers before making a decision. I doubt the show will be canceled immediately,” he reassured her.
Somehow though, I had a feeling we were in for the worst. House Emergency is broadcast on Home Starz, a home and garden specialty channel with a conservative bent. I didn’t think our advertisers would be sticking around.
Kyleigh ducked her head, covering her eyes with her hand. “Oh god,” she moaned. “And I gave up my nursing job to come and work with you guys.”
“Baby, it’s not that bad,” soothed my brother, reaching out to stroke her back. But Kyleigh jumped up like an electrified cat, her tits jiggling and her ass shaking under her thin wrapper.
“Don’t touch me,” she shrieked, a note of hysteria in her voice. “I can’t believe you touched your sister, and now you’re touching me,” she said with her voice breaking slightly. “I can’t keep seeing you, not with the way things are. I have to go,” she rushed, pulling things wildly from the closet.
But the top shelf of the closet collapsed and bags, purses, scarves, and all sorts of random clothing came pouring out, falling into a heap around her. Despite the chaos, Kyleigh kept pulling at things and folding them before placing them in random spots on the floor.
“I’ll need this,” she muttered, putting a folded sweater next to a swimsuit. “And this,” she added, pulling out some flouncy lingerie.
I sighed. Our sister was in the throes of some manic phase and needed to work through it at her own pace. I motioned to Ryder and we stepped outside, leaving Kyleigh to pack.
“What do we do?” I asked seriously. “How the fuck did that tabloid get dirt on us? You know Dad would never tell, and Mom’s such a kook. No one would believe her.”
“I have no idea,” he said slowly, shaking his head. “But we need to find out and do some damage control.”
I nodded my agreement grimly. Shit was fucked up and it was time to get to the bottom of this.