I am, We are Normal 2

Chapter Eighteen

Chase was quiet for the entire drive to our father's house, though he kept on looking out to each of the houses we drove by.

"You do know where we're going right?" I asked with a nervous chuckle, but I didn't get an answer. Chase kept on looking out the window at each of the houses as they started getting bigger and bigger in sizes.

"What was the address again?" asked Chase and looked over at the house on my side of the car. "It's just up there..." I replied and watched as Chase's car got closer and closer to a gigantic guarded gate!

"Got an invitation?" asked the nasally and butch guard by the gate, as she chewed an overly chewed gum. "Uh... yeah!" replied Chase and reached for the letter I had gotten from my dad and gave the guard it.

"Oh! The Carter residence!" said the guard surprised and continued to chew on her gum, "Yeah, he's our father" said Chase and looked to see her surprised expression. The guard started squinting her eyes, as if she tried to see some similarities between our father and us.

"Well then, continue on!" said the guard and waved for us to go as she opened the gate.

"Ok then, which house is it?" asked Chase and drove up the street, passing the biggest of houses we had seen in a while. The houses got seemingly larger and larger for each of the houses we passed.

We got to the end of the street to one of the largest of houses. The house was three times as large as our mother's old house, but my father's house was way more advanced and fancier than I had expected.

Chase parked his car in what seemed like their parking space, after that came Chase and helped me with my bag. I dug deep down to get the courage and pressed my father's doorbell, only to hear the fanciest of tunes to a doorbell.

The door swung open and a desirably dressed woman opened the door. "Oh my god! Here you are!" squealed the woman with a thick Australian accent and leaned in close to hug me with her breasts firmly pressed up under my chin. "And oh my god! You brought your brother!" she squealed once again and tried to hug Chase as well, but ultimately got denied.

"Come in! Come in!" said the woman and waved us in, only to show of the grand stairwell with the many, many thousands of dollars' worth of a chandelier. "Wow!" I said in shock as I looked around the house, not really picking up all the details before my father caught my attention.

"Isaac! Chase! Finally, I get to see you!" chuckled my father as he waltzed down the stairs with a glass of some sort of alcohol. "How are you guys?" he asked as he slid down the last few steps of the stairwell, "We're good" replied Chase and forced a smile on his face, but our father didn't listen to him.

"Come, come!" he said and pushed me into they're grand kitchen, with it's own chef. "Hey Trudy! Cook us something delicious!" yelled my father and grabbed a cognac bottle to fill up his glass, "Now, Isaac. How's everything going? I mean I haven't seen you in years!" said my father and poured the bottle of cognac and filled the glass to the brim. "Oops" he simply said before he started chugging the glass but stopped to hiss from the taste of alcohol.

"Well, I'm great considering my mother's passing" I simply replied and saw as my father's eyes slowly drifted to look at his new wife and her ass. "So, tell me. Do you drink?" he asked and seemed like he was ready to pour me a glass, but I stopped him and said; "No, I don't" and remembered the last time I had a drink.

"Oh, ok" said my father and almost seemed a little disappointed?

"Oh, you need to meet my kids!" said my father and seemed like he had almost forgotten all about them.

He grabbed his glass and pushed me towards what I only could imagine being their living room? Where three heads sat in their gigantic couch!