This is a story about how I fell in love with my step-brother. The word “fall” in “fall in love,” is perfect. There isn’t a better way to explain how love just happens. I guess if I had to trace it back, it started with an admiration of him. Everyone loves him, he’s athletic, he’s loving, and he always says the right thing.. he’s pretty much everything that I’m not. It was just a few years ago when my dad married his mom, and I can clearly see where he gets his personality from. His mom, Alexis, is so warm, so open, and so…. sexual.
When she makes love to my dad she moans, purrs, the headboard slams against the wall and I’m pretty sure the sound can he heard from down the street. She is so perfect, the mother I have always wanted, but why does she have to fuck like a banshee? I lay in bed awake, I try to muffle the sounds of her moaning with my pillow over my head, and then oh– I can’t breathe. I decide to wake up Tyler, he’ll know how to fix this issue.
I knock on the door, no answer. I wait a few seconds to knock again. I see the light is on underneath the door, he IS awake, or is he? I decide to crack open the door and I see him stroking himself, up and down, my eyes helplessly focus in on his bulge under the cover before I turn my head and apologize, “sorry, so sorry!”
Tyler laughs, “well it’s not that big of a deal, it’s just sex.”
“Oh yeah? I’ve got my college entrance exams tomorrow, I’d say it’s pretty important to get a full eight hours of…” [moaning], “Yes, I’m coming, YES!”
We laugh as the moaning comes to a soft coo. My back relaxes, but just for a minute, I hear the bed springs start to squeak again. I ask Tyler, “I thought maybe I could stay in here with you.. but there’s no place in the entire house where you can’t hear it.”