[Author's Notes]
I took me several months to write and rewrite this story. I must say that for every story I post, I have another dozen half written. Finishing a story is always the hardest part.
At one point I lost most of this story do to disk failure and my most recent backup copy only had the beginning part. I rewrote it and the story changed quite a bit.
I usually start a story with a simple plot outlined in my head. But once the writing starts, I'm always surprised where it takes me. The plot changes as I type it and sometimes not for the better. I often have to rewrite parts of a story to make them all fit.
Don't get me wrong, I love writing these stories. Sometimes making up an erotic story is much more exciting than reading one. I suspect that's true for most of the authors of adult material.
------ The Story -------------------
[A simple twist of fate]
Joshua groggily got off the airplane, stretching his aching legs. A fourteen hour flight can do that to ya, he thought to himself. He wearily moved with the crowd towards customs and two hours later hopped on a bus that would take him back to small town USA where he was born and raised.
Joshua had mixed feelings about his imminent return home. Four years in the infantry had changed him quite a bit. He was no longer the pigeon-chested wimp that had left for the Army right out of High School. He knew he could easily take any of the bullies that had routinely taunted him for years, so he wasn't afraid of any confrontation. Even though he wasn't looking for it.
He also knew he hated his parents and probably his whole family. His father, Joshua had come to understand, was more closed off emotionally than anyone he had ever known. His mother had died from cancer when he was ten years old and his father remarried two years later. Although it just made his father retreat into himself even more.
Joshua didn't mind that he remarried, but his step mother was from a rich family and always thought of herself as better than, well, anyone else.
The new step mother had two sons and a daughter. He remembered moving into their colonial home on the good side of town. He was in awe of the house and furniture and couldn't believe that he was going to live there. His new mother told her boys, Chris and Jake, to show him to his room.
Chris led the way, he being the oldest at sixteen with his younger brother, Jake following the two of them. Jake was fourteen. Chris pointed out the different rooms. He proclaimed loudly, "And this is my room. Take a good look now, cause you will never come in here again. Understand?"
Joshua knew right then and there that he was not entirely welcome. Jake pointed across the hall and declared, "That's my room. Stay the fuck out of there too!"
Joshua quickly took in the rooms, with there king sized beds, matching furniture and writing desks, perfectly arranged in front of large sunny windows overlooking the vast lawn and gardens. Each room had it's own elegant bathroom attached. His heart quickened and he decided that this luxury was worth putting up with these boys.
He was quickly escorted down the hall to the opposite end of the old colonial house. Then up a narrow staircase that took three turns before coming to a small landing with two doors on the right and a narrow hallway with a door on the end to the left. This section of the house was not elegant at all.
Chris pushed open one of the doors on the right to expose a dreary room with a small dingy window that overlooked the rear driveway and trash bins. He saw that his boxes of stuff were piled near the door. Jake told him, laughingly, "Your bathroom is down the hall. This used to be the house nigger's room, but we think you'll be right at home here." They both laughed at the expression on his face.
Joshua held his hands up in mock resignation and tried to reason with them. He said, "Look, I know you guys didn't ask for me to move in here, but I didn't ask for it either. Can't we at least try to get along?"
Jake laughed harder now, "Okay, okay, lets help you unpack and see what kind of person you are." With that comment they each grabbed a box of Joshua's things and dumped them on the floor. They ridiculed his stuff as crap and stole the few things they liked. They went through all of his boxes and by the time they left his hatred for them was cemented.
The bus stopped at the Greyhound bus station on the corner of fourth and Ivy and Joshua snapped out of his reverie. He felt a wave of nausea as he stepped off the bus and surveyed his home town in the fading evening light. It had been four long years and he was surprised how being home affected him. He collected his duffel bag and then secured it in a locker in the bus station. He decided he needed a drink to settle his nerves.
Five blocks away, he just finished his first beer when his old buddy, Jenson, came in from the cold. His name was Scott Jenson, but everyone just called him Jenson.
Soon Jenson was filling him in on all the changes in the town. They carefully avoided Joshua's family, but eventually Jenson told him that Chris was now running the business that used to be Joshua's father's. Jake was still in college, but had gotten Samantha Jacoby pregnant last summer and had to marry her.
Then Jenson said, "Oh, and your sister is dating Dave Borden." Joshua gasped at the thought. Dave Borden was the biggest prick he had ever met. And to think of him with his step sister, Traci, was just too much.
Traci was two years younger than Joshua. He remembered how beautiful she had turned out to be. In fact, one day while Joshua mowed the lawn he almost ran over a bed of flowers as he stared as Traci sunbathing by the pool.
Chris had noticed the incident and decided to teach him a lesson. He dragged Joshua over by Traci and told him to get a good look. Then he stepped behind him as Joshua turned red with embarrassment. Joshua tried to apologize to Traci, but Chris grabbed his shorts and yanked them with his underwear to his ankles.
As he struggled to get his shorts up he fell to the ground and heard Traci laugh at him while Chris kicked him into the pool. Joshua had never been able to look her in the eyes again. After that day Traci joined her brothers in the sport of ridiculing Joshua at every opportunity. Her favorite nickname for him became dickless.
Finally Jenson and Joshua decided to go by the High School for old times sake. It was cold and had started raining. Jenson was proud of his car. He had completely rebuilt the engine and proudly raced down the highway. The beer, rain and cold made a deadly combination. Joshua tightened his seatbelt right before the curve where they met an oncoming vehicle head on.
Three days later Joshua woke up in pain. It was as if every joint in his body ached. There was a nurse over him saying something. He looked across the room and saw someone in a hospital bed that looked like a mummy from the chest up. Their beds were at right angles and he could see the blue sky out the edge of the window next to the mummy guy.
Two days later he had awaken numerous times and by piecing together everything he heard and seen, he now believed his jaw and cheek were broken, as well as several ribs and both arms in multiple places. His buddy, Jenson was dead at the scene of the crash. The guy in the other bed in his hospital room was driving the car that hit them. He had very similar injuries as Joshua and his name was Dave Borden.
