William Foster, Jr.
Success is engrained in his family.
His father's father and his father were all lawyers. When his older brother John grew up to become an entertainment lawyer no one was surprised. His younger sister started her own company when she was twenty-three and sold it a mere three years later for an impressive 2.5 million dollars. William tried to convince her that she should just retire and live out the rest of her days at a nice cottage on the lake. Instead, she accepted a position as the CEO of Cybex International (with a market value of 66.2 million) a mere two months after the substantial deposit to her bank account was made.
His mother stayed home with them growing up. They came downstairs for breakfast - she was there with toast and peanut butter. They left for school - she packed their lunches. They came home after classes - she was there with a snack. She helped them with their homework, from math to geography to helping John build a simulation volcano in ninth grade. She served them all dinner - their father was sometimes there and sometimes not. She was perfect, their family was perfect. From the outside.
She took messages when the phone calls from girls started coming through - they were always for John. The most popular girls, the best looking girls, the girls with the biggest tits and the thinnest waists. They all wanted John. John brought them home, brought their friends with them. The friends were for Will they were never as popular, never as pretty, never as physically blessed as Johns' girls but they liked Will because he was sweet and caring and romantic. While John rubbed the inside of their thighs, licked his lips, had trouble looking them in the eye, Will was a gentleman: he knew all of their names, listened to their stories, and knew the colors of their eyes. The friends liked him but he never kidded himself. He knew that if John were to show even the slightest ounce of interest in them, he would be out of the picture in a mere second.
John went away to college when William was in his final year of high school. Will quickly decided to visit his brother to get a taste of college life. They went to a bar down the road that didn't I.D where John met a group of girls - Stephanie, Casey, Ashlee, Gwen. Ashlee latched on to John. She could smell the money smell the potential. She dragged her sister Casey along with her and the four of them made the drunken walk back to Johns' dorm room. Casey and Will sat on the couch making awkward attempts at conversation trying to tune out the sound of their siblings fucking in the next room - the headboard banging against the wall. Will was the shy brother he sat there and sat there hoping for something to impress her. She turned abruptly and kissed him. He was engulfed. They made out all night, all morning until Ashlee came out of the room shouting at John who trailed behind her.
"Casey let's go," she screamed, Casey did as she was told. They left. While William hoped to hear from Casey, John hoped he would never have to hear the sound of Ashlee's voice again.
"Crazy fucking chicks are so damn good in bed that it almost makes having to deal with their shit worthwhile."
The long weekend is over William goes back home and John calls him every couple days. They are close brothers, always have been and always will be.
Will starts up classes again, has midterms, receives 4 B+'s and an A- He's happy enough with the grades but he knows his father won't be. He sits at the kitchen table wondering how to break the news to him when the phone rings. It's John, his voice is shaky. "Ashlee's pregnant."
His closeness to John over the years has meant that they have shared in the ups and downs of both of their lives. For the most part, John had experienced little in the way of failure and misfortune, leaving plenty for William. But right now, William feels as though the wind has been knocked out of him, a sensation that he is certain her is sharing with his older brother.
"Are you sure?" He knows it is a silly question but it finds its way from his mouth before he has time to second-guess.
"She just got back from the Doctor." There is a long, pain stricken moment of silence before John speaks again. "What am I going to do, Will?"
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