CW: Incest and Gay sex.
If you want to avoid the detailed gay sex; you can stop reading when the door closes in front of the main character. 'I knew I was home!' would be the end in that case. The story will still have an ending.
All of the characters in this story are over eighteen-years old.
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The new tenant in apartment D-5 seemed a little suspicious to me. First of all, he said that he was a single man living alone. Why would he even need a three-bedroom apartment. And how could he afford a place like that. I never see him go to work anywhere.
I thought that he might be working from home. But my suspicions grew as the days passed by. I saw him going in and out of other apartments of the building way too many times. And I also checked on the security cameras to catch people from the other apartments going in his apartment as well.
There was definitely something wrong. And I would have to find out what it was.
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A little background first. My name is Shane Crawford, and I turned eighteen a couple of months ago. I was the only son of my parents. My parents are David and Madeline Crawford. My father owns a small apartment complex where there were five apartments in each of the four floors of the building.
A while back, I figured out that I would never have to work too hard and just live off of the renters. It was not a bad plan. Located in a pretty busy area, the apartments were almost never empty.
My parents were in their early forties, and both of them spoiled me too much ever since I was young. It was only recently when I heard from them that I was conceived after a lot of trouble, and they consider me as a miracle.
Being their little miracle that I was, I was treated in a way that would make the richest of kids envious.
I remember wanting to study hard to try and get into a reputable college. But both of my parents told me that I did not need to worry too much about the future. They have made sure that I would live happily without any worry in my mind. They also told me that I would not have to work for a single day in my life. They wouldn't even let me perform household chores!
I know I am happy and all! But sometimes I get so bored that I just get out of the house and walk around the neighbourhood for hours on end.
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The man, Will Robertson, moved in the last apartment on the top floor of our building a day after I turned eighteen. He visited our home, in the apartment B-1, at the night of my eighteenth birthday. I remember the doorbell ringing at around midnight. I was still awake in my room, and got anxious, thinking about who might be visiting us that late at night. Surely nobody came in to wish me a happy birthday that late.
I took a peek in the living room to see that an immaculately dressed man was talking to my parents about something. I could not hear what they were talking about, but the air in the room felt serious. The man was taller than six feet, with blond hair and piercing blue eyes. His skin was reddish white. It seemed like he had been a little too close to the sun and got burnt.
I could not read his lips to understand what he was saying. Both of my parents were looking down, seemingly out of respect. But the man seemed much younger than my parents. He could not be more than in his early thirties. I assumed he was pretty rich in some ways.
I was not looking at them for too long before Will slowly turned his head towards me. As we made eye contact, he flashed a smile that seemed to come out of nowhere. I was mesmerized by the smile. It was strange how the grave look on his face completely vanished and turned into something so beautiful.
"You must be the birthday boy." Will addressed me. "Come over here son."
I was caught and I knew it would be rude to run away without greeting him. So I slowly walked closer to them.
"Shane, is it?"
"Yes sir!"
"You have raised such a polite son!" He said to my parents while putting one hand over my shoulder.
"Thank you." Both of my parents mindlessly answered him, avoiding eye contact.
"Did you have fun today, son?" Will said, turning his gaze at me.
"Yes sir!"
"Oh I must be intruding then." He let go off me after rubbing my shoulders once again. "I'll be moving in tomorrow." He told my parents before walking away.
After locking the door behind the man, I asked my parents who it was. They told me it was a new tenant and I did not need to worry about it.
Then my mom asked me if I had a good time for my birthday. I said I did. Dad then asked me if I was happy with my presents. I actually wanted to ride bikes. But dad bought me a car instead. I said that I was really surprised and happy. Dad then told me that riding bikes can be too dangerous.
He then did something that I was not expecting. It was midnight when my dad hugged me really tight and told me that he loved me. I was used to getting hugs from my mother. So it felt a little different. But I was still really happy that dad told me that. It never hurts to feel loved. I told him that I loved him too.
After he let me go, my mother hugged me. And then I started feeling weird when both of my parents started hugging me at the same time.
Maybe turning eighteen was a big milestone that made my parents overtly emotional. But I was still the person I was a few days ago. It was not like I was going away or something.
I was happy to see things turning to normal the next day though. My dad was still a man's man. My mom was still a doting mother.
I did not see Will moving his things in though. You can't move your furniture through the elevator. I should have heard some commotions in the stairway. But there was nothing. Apartment number 1 and 5 were the biggest ones in each floor. And 2,4 being smaller, with 3 being the smallest. I had trouble imagining how he moved his stuff so quickly without any noise.
That man just came to our apartment and gave my parents a bottle of whiskey as a gift later that night.
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The very next day after moving in, I caught the man walking out of the second floor. I saw him walking towards the elevator. The elevator was placed between the third and fourth apartments; and the stairway was placed before the first apartment. There was no logical reason for him to walk to the elevator from that way. Unless he got out of B-4 or B-5.
There were a couple of empty nesters in their early fifties living in apartment B-4. B-5 had four college graduates sharing the apartment.
I was just about to get out to buy something and we met in front of the elevator.
"Shane!" He greeted me enthusiastically. "How are you doing my son?"
"I'm fine!" I answered as I pressed on the button to call for the elevator.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going out to buy some," I forgot what I was going out to do when I looked into his eyes. "Video games."
"Can't you buy them online now?"
"I," I was really trying to figure out what I was trying to do. "You can."
