The Drunken Teenagers

Fbailey story number 417


The Drunken Teenagers


Most related siblings think, act, and grow alike over the years. My two brothers and I are no exception. You see, all three of us boys got married a couple of years after high school to our childhood sweethearts. We all had two daughters each, no sons, and then after about ten years of marriage each of us divorced. Now we are all weekend daddies.

I am the oldest of three boys and got married first, had children first, and divorced first. It was not an honor but at least I could give advice to my brothers when they went through it. The best advice was to get the meanest, nastiest, son-of-a-bithchin’ lawyer that you can…before you wife does.

My daughters are Angela age sixteen and Bethany age fourteen. My oldest younger brother has two daughters that are Charlene age fifteen and Dixie age thirteen. My youngest brother has two daughters that are Erika age fourteen and Fawn age thirteen.

It is really something to have six teenage girls in the family at the same time. Angela turning sixteen was a very big deal because I took her to the Department of Motor Vehicles to get her Learner’s Permit.

The following weekend Angela wanted a party with her sister and cousins but without me. Since I only see her on weekends I tend to accommodate her more than I should, so of course I said yes. Well, the party turned into a sleepover, which turned into the whole weekend and somehow included booze. Not much booze all she asked for was a six pack of beer so that they could all have a taste. That seemed okay, so I agreed. Then she talked me into a bottle of Champaign to celebrate in ‘style’ too. That also seemed okay since six drinking from one bottle was not all that bad.

That Friday I went over to my youngest brother’s place along with our middle brother. We were going to enjoy ourselves too. We drank ourselves into a stupor, passed out, and woke up sometime the following day. A phone call told us that the girls were still alive, drank all of their booze, and had a great time. They were eating pizza, which they bought on my credit card. Okay.

Saturday evening just before closing I went down to my favorite liquor store to buy more booze for us guys.