Two nights later Greg was staying over.
My brothers had gone off camping at a distant surfing hotspot for a few nights. Officially they'd gone off with some locals they'd meet during the course of our holiday. This was entirely true; although only I knew they hadn't yet admitted to my parents the locals were female, there were only two tents and my brothers weren't planning on being in the same tent.
I'm not sure why they were being so coy. After all, they'd had girls sleep over at home in the past and my parents probably knew Greg and I were at it like rabbits. All I can guess is that Brad had only very recently split from Jenny, the girls weren't intended as much more than a fling and they thought my parents might be disapproving of that.
Greg and I had gone to bed early. We'd had an active day and were planning an early start in the morning. We hadn't been asleep long when something woke me. Greg was asleep on his back, I on my side with my arm over his naked chest.
As my eyes focused, I found myself staring out the broad glass panels of my bedroom window. It was a brilliantly clear night; the stars of the milky-way in the Eastern sky were densely packed pinpoints of light on an otherwise inky black background. The trees along the bush strip between our place and the beach stood as blacked out silhouettes.
As my eyes scanned down towards the bed, there lay beside me the most gorgeous silhouette of all; Greg. I looked across his body to the clock noting it was just after 11. As was my habit when I woke next to Greg, even in my sleepy state, I then looked down the length of his body bathed in the gentle glow of the starlight. A night erection, in all its rampant glory was tenting up the sheet covering our otherwise naked lower halves.
The noise that must have woken me continued to lift the fog of semi sleepiness. A soft sound of metal squeaking on metal penetrated my consciousness repeating itself in a slow regular pattern. Then the penny dropped. My parents were at it!
At home we lived in a double brick house with a parent's wing down one end. So us kids only ever heard them if we were up late and walked past their bedroom door at the wrong moment. Still there were other unmistakable signs they'd been at it - closed doors or certain handtowels hanging on the line the next day - so we had a fair idea they still had a pretty active sex life. I'm sure that sort of knowledge can traumatise children; although I reckon my parents are still pretty hot for their age in a fit, slim and active sort of way, so it wasn't really surprising.
Up here on holiday we had a house where the walls transmitted every noise and the beds were all rickety affairs which - as Greg and I had already discovered the morning we had the house to ourselves - squeaked and banged against the wall with the slightest provocation. I'm not sure when my parents had been getting any action until now, but I was fairly sure it wasn't at night when the whole family was in the house. Since my room was one that didn't directly abut theirs' and they assumed we'd be asleep, they probably thought they could get away with it tonight.
It's impossible to stop your ears from focusing ever more attention on the offending noise in these circumstances. As mine did just that, a human noise emerged over the top of the squeaking noise that had first woken me. A soft panting female moan reached my ear; the sound of a woman enjoying the early stage of sexual activity but exerting herself in the process - so almost certainly on top. It was mum.
She was moaning away in a manner I found all too familiar. I realised she sounded exactly like me and found it somewhat alarming these things were hereditary. From her vocalisations and the fact the bed wasn't making even more noise it was easy to guess she was in the same girl on top position Greg and I start with; far too much information for any child to have about her parents.
