"Can you pass me the salt sweetheart?"
That was my mother, she's probably too hungover to do anything thought requires movement or coherent thought. She tends to drink in moments of anger or depression, which seems to be consistent since our old man left us a year ago. She could easily find another man to fill in the gap if she wanted to, at age forty she has the body of a thirty year old. Numerous men hit on her when we go out, being a natural blond with big breast would guarantee that, I guess. I'm guessing because as much as I appreciate the female anatomy, I'm pretty fucking gay if I do say so myself. Also she's my mother, all though that seems to not apply to my brother. Which brings us to why she's probably drunk, my brother came home last night from graduating college. He happens to be the younger version of our father, curly cut to the ear brunette hair and a goofy smile on his face all the fucking time.
Slightly tan and firm small muscles even though the guy never worked out a day in his twenty one years of life. His smokey blueish grey eyes with a deviant twinkle seemingly searches and analyze you making you second doubt yourself. Sometimes my mother forgets how old she is and assumes he's Richard, our father. Not that Jamie cares, the worry free fuck never hesitant to feel her up in one of her moments. Like last night, as he grabs her ass after she sobs how much she misses him, Richard. Forgive me but I can't just sit on the couch and watch that, so I said hey ma that's James. She went hysterical and threw him out. Now we're sitting here at the kitchen table at 6 a.m. both of us eating brunt eggs, she made, before she goes off to her job as a sales clerk.
I smile as I hand her the salt, taking notice in her attempt to tame her wild hair with a scrunchie tying it up in a high bun. I came out more like her, wild wavy dirty blond hair ending at my shoulders, a bit pale from the lack of sun, slender and a sharp chin completing with the sea green eyes and a button nose. Basically I'm the 'cute' one whereas my brother is the 'handsome' as my mother would say when we were growing up. I'm the sweetheart and he's the honey. Even at seventeen that's how my secret ex boyfriend would describe me. A secret because he was my Spanish teacher, married with a daughter. I'm eighteen now so I assume my appearance hasn't change much since than.
"Are you job searching today sweetheart?"
I smile as I shake my head yes eating my last bit of egg. She smiles sadly back standing up and taking my plate from me to bring to the stink with hers. She's disappointed I'm not following my brothers or fathers footsteps and attending college. I didn't even finish high school, two months left and I dropped out. I was upset over Mr. Esimur, the Spanish teacher, deciding our relationship wasn't safe to continue anymore. I'm like my mother in that sense too, incredibly loyal and sensitive.
"Stanley maybe you can enroll in some summer classes to get your diploma sweetheart?"
I roll the sleeves of my grey sweatshirt, matching my sweatpants, up, standing up to put my glass in the dishwasher. I just don't have in it me to continue my education but I can't tell her that so I say,
"Maybe, I'll check it out Ma."
She beams at me hugging me before reaching for her Coach bag on the counter. Throwing it on her shoulder and picking up her car keys from the key rack on our wall she turns to address me.
"I'll be working late tonight sweetheart, can you bring those suitcases out in the living room into your brothers room? And when he returns the phone book is in the junk drawer if you boys want take out."
I think about calling her out, to her I'll be working late means I'll be holed up in the bar getting plastered, but I decide against it and follow her out the door.
"Sure thing Ma."
Once she's out of the driveway I shut the door and spot the suitcases James left by the couch. Rolling my eyes I pick both of them up, one in each hand, and head towards his room. Pushing open his door it creaks and I struggle to find the light switch. I finally do after what feels like centuries and I take a look around. Over college breaks he would come home and bring things back with him to place in his room, like this mini fridge in the corner. Honestly I haven't been in here without him because I'm a big fan of privacy and I tend to respect that. It feels wrong to be in here now but I proceed regardless setting his suitcases on his unmade bed. Something hot pink catches my sight peeking out from under his pillow and I tug at it. Bringing it up to my face and squinting I realize it's a pair of woman's panties and I freak throwing them on his already messy floor.
Trying to erase the spot of whites I saw inside it from my mind I take another look around the room. Spotting a half empty beer bottle I take a couple sips setting it back in its place. Staring at a poster of some random bimbo strutting her ass I can't help but try to place the panties to one of the girls he brought home from school. I recall the busty redhead in oversize boots and quiet raven with those sleek glasses but all the others didn't really stand out to me. They were your average sluts. Against my better judgement I pick up the panties from the floor stretching them out. They look like they'd belong to one of the average sluts, a thong with a line of rhinestones at the tip. They're kind of cute really, I look at the full size mirror leaning against his opposite wall and hover the thong over my pelvis and sweatpants. I bet if I were to be one of those gays who crossdress I'd look adorable in these.
But I'm not because that is just weird. Also it wouldn't hurt to see, prove my own hypothesis. I pull down my sweatpants, kicking off my boxers alongside with them. Hastily I pull the a size too small thong on expanding it. My eight inch dick is popping out of them but other than that I say I'm pulling them off well. I rub My thighs turning around to look at my ass and I hear a girly shriek. I quickly turn around to the door, covering my dick with my hands, to see my brother and some blonde covering her eyes and backing up. My brother grabs her arms to keep her from leaving but she gets out of his grip and spits at him,
"This is just too weird I have to go home."
He doesn't bother staying around even as she walks away till we hear the front door slam shut. I'm blushing under his intense stare from pure embarrassment and I make to grab my sweatpants when he slams his bedroom door shut loudly scaring me out of my wits. I try to speak but his holds his hands up motioning me to be quiet.
"I know your're gay and all but really dude?"
I'm speechless, for one I had no idea he knew I was gay and two what can you possibly say when you get caught trying on woman panties by your older brother? He smiles crookedly at the look on my face and laughs running a hand through his brunette locks.
"Mr. Esimur?"
I gap at him still holding my sweatpants in from of me protectively. He walks over to sit on his bed and watches me amusingly trying to conquer some form of words.
"You talk in your sleep, came one Christmas break and you were past out on the couch moaning his name like a bitch in heat dude."
He smiles his devil smile and leans his back on his bedpost asking,
"Who's Mr. Esimur anyway?"
"He was my Spanish teacher."
He laughs and shakes his head kicking off his sneakers.
"A crush on a teacher, that's cute dude."
