It was a really shitty day, marked by trouble at the office–redheaded trouble in the executive suite–that I didn’t know how to cope with. The last straw was when my new used T-Bird stalled at a stop light in the middle of early rush hour traffic. By the time I got towed to the dealer’s and dropped off at home I was exhausted. Without stopping to check the mail or voice-mail I made a beeline to my room where I collapsed into blessed slumber. As I dropped off I wondered if I should start looking for a new job.
The back door slamming closed woke me out of a deep sleep and I heard two voices giggling as my little brother and his girl friend ran down the hall and into his room, next to mine. Billy moved in with me when he graduated from High School. “Are you sure he isn’t home?” I heard Suzy ask.
“Naw, his car’s not in the drive. He must have stayed late at work again.” Any opportunity to correct him went by as I lay back, trying to clear the sleep out of my eyes and the grogginess from my mind. By the time I felt ready to greet the two of them, the heavy sighs from Billy’s room signaled that an interruption not only wouldn’t be welcome, but also would be embarrassing. I lay back down and tried to find the sleepy place I had just left. Unfortunately the sounds in the next room could not be ignored as they quickly accelerated past heavy breathing to cries of passion. To make matters worse I needed to pee, but I wasn’t sure I could get to the bathroom without being heard. Fortunately, the noise in the other room raised to a level where sneaking past the door shouldn’t be hard, “Oh, Oh, Oh. Lift your hips,” begged Billy
“Yes, yes yes!”
I couldn’t wait any longer. As I slowly opened the door to my room and snuck down the hall to the bathroom I heard Billy scream, “I’m coming, I’m coming,” Already I thought?
I was stuffing my cock back into my pants when Suzy came into the bathroom with tears pouring from her eyes. “Jerry!” she screamed. “What are you doing here?”
I quickly turned away to zip up. “Peeing,” I said.
“No, I mean what are you doing home?” Suzy’s face began to blush, swiftly turning scarlet.
“Taking a nap. But why are you crying? Didn’t you want to . . . ah, didn’t you want to . . .” What could I say, Didn’t you want to fuck? Not hardly.
“You heard us?”
“I guess I did, but it’s okay. I won’t tell. But why are you crying, did Billy take advantage of . . .?”
“Oh, Jerry, it’s so embarrassing, but the truth is that Billy is just so fast, he gets me all excited and then leaves me in the dust.”
Before I could finish saying, “I know how that goes,” Billy was suddenly standing in the door.
“What are you doing here?”
“Whose house is it anyway?” I snapped.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” the tone of his voice changed in a hurry, “but where’s the “Bird”?
“Damned old thing’s in the shop.” Then I looked at the two of them. They both blushed as my glare held them. “You know it’s your business, but if you’re going to do it, you should do it right.”
Billy stammered, “What is that supposed to mean? I don’t need you butting into my business!”
“Oh yeah?” I retorted. Ask Suzy. She was crying when she came in here.”
“Suzy crying? What the . . . “
Suzy blushed furiously, “It’s nothing Billy. I was just . . . “
“She was just left hanging while you got your rocks off,” I interjected.
Billy blushed.
“Hey, kids, let’s take this meeting out of the bathroom. I bet you could all use a drink. Cola or wine?”
“I’m not allowed to drink yet,” Suzy answered.
“Oh, and you’re allowed to screw?” Shit, that wasn’t a good retort. “I’m sorry, that didn’t come out right.”
Suzy’s head was lowered into her hands. I felt really bad. Oh shit, she’s going to cry. I thought sobs were jerking her head back and forth . . . until I realized that she was about to burst into laughter. “I guess drinking would be a step up,” she croaked before exploding into laughter. Suddenly she looked old enough to screw and to drink.
“Well, let’s see what I have to offer.” I led them to the kitchen where I found half a twelve-pack of beer in the fridge. I poured each of them a glass.
In the living room, we all sat, Suzy and Billy holding themselves stiffly in chairs well apart from each other. “Gee you guys look miserable for someone who just made love. Can we talk about it?”
Suzy just looked down at her feet. After a moment of silence, Billy ventured, “I just come too soon; that’s all. I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it. I just can’t help it.”
“Well, there are things you can do,’ I said. “You got to get your partner off or it doesn’t count, you know. I mean there’s lots of ways.”
Suzy looked into my eyes, “Please, Jerry. Help us out.”
“Oh, geeze,” said Billy, kicking the floor.
“Do you really want to learn, Suzy?“ I asked.
“Jerry!”
“Excuse me,” I said. “Billy, come out to the kitchen with me!”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” he said. I glared at him, big to little brother, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen. “Listen, bro, when was the last time you beat me in a fight?”