For My Brother Page #4

Never mind.

We're not going anyway.

Aske said you were ill...

- I never said that.

- Whatever.

- He said so, did he?

- It's not important.

Well, if Aske want's to party -

- he's free to go.

It's a free country.

What was that about?

You haven't told him about Sasha?

- There's nothing to tell.

- That's not true.

Why did you tell me he was ill?

He doesn't look ill to me.

A few beers too many

doesn't make a person ill.

Aske?

I'd like you to leave.

All right.

Sure.

See ya.

So you're telling people I'm ill,

are you?

- Are you?!

- No.

Oh yes, you are. Blabbering

away with your filthy mouth!

You know what?

I'm not the one who's sick.

It's you!

You're sick in the head!

- Did you tell him anything else?

- No!

If I ever find out

you told anyone anything -

- I'll f***ing slit your throat!

You hear me?!

Maybe we'd better call it quits,

the ways things are going.

No, Dad. I'll do it.

Dad, I'll do it!

Your ass is even sorrier

than your f***ing mother's.

- Maybe he'll do better.

- No, Dad... I'll do it.

Jesus, you're pathetic.

You remind me of your mother.

You can show me later -

- how well you perform.

Are you crying?

I like you, Aske.

Come here.

I really like you, too.

We're off.

No bedtime story?

Not tonight.

Dad's waiting downstairs.

- Darn.

- I know.

Where are you going?

We're just going for a drive.

We'll be home soon.

Then I'll come check on you, okay?

What about my pill?

- You can skip it today.

- Okay.

Take off your seatbelt.

Take it off!

Just do as they say.

You got that?

- You got that?!

- Yes, Dad.

If not, this will be your last time.

And you know

what that means, don't you?

Bow down.

Let's go.

Get in there.

Get out here. Come on.

Lie down!

Shut the f*** up.

You've got the sea,

the beach, the woods, -

- the fields ...

You've got everything out here.

- It's a great place to live.

- Oh, there you are.

But we're moving back to the city.

My wife can't find a job out here -

- and the kids are starting school.

- You can't just go back and forth.

- She does that already.

Here's to you, Aske.

You're the greatest.

- And so feisty.

- Just the way we like 'em.

With a nice ass!

Aske is such a sweetheart.

Go home. Beat it!

I mean, she was all over the place.

With an ass like this.

Or even wider. My point is -

- that fat b*tches are

so f***ing eager to please.

And always with

a crease for your dick.

Jesus, you're too much.

I need to wash that down.

He's got a dirty mind.

Here's to a great day.

What a blast.

What are you waiting for?!

Do it! Do it! Take me!

What are you waiting for?! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it, damn you!

Come on! Do it!

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