We live in the county, where houses are farther apart. We aren't by any means far from town, but there is some privacy in being twenty feet from the nearest neighbors rather than five. I leave the window to my home open summer nights. I've been scolded for it once or twice, but I don't believe any of us are really afraid of being burglarized.
I'm a light sleeper, and even if I wasn't, there are three men in the house to defend me—and my mother, who believes herself to be quite the self-defense guru, although all of her knowledge on the subject comes from the TV, as far as I know.
I am twenty. Although it's a shame to still be living with my parents at this point, since the recession I have given up on finding a job and am rather the professional student. Perhaps the only reason my parents can afford to support me, and my two brothers, is because our house was already paid off. They expect us to move on, but I suppose I'm still here because I don't know what I want to do with my life.
Both of my brothers are younger than I am. The elder of the two is 19 years old, and my mother's "baby" is 17. She had planned on having another girl, but there were complications with Jonah's birth and so after that Dad got fixed. I know this doesn't stop them from enjoying a frequent sex life in any way.
I know too much about my parents' sex life, really and sometimes I think that this is how it all began: My room shares a wall with theirs, and through it I can hear just about everything that happens in their room. Yes, everything. And having lived here all my life, I have told them that I can hear everything. The only solution they can come up with for me is to have my bed on the other side of the room. And they did try to be quiet after they found out I could hear them.
But this tale relies on the initial incident, which occurred when I was 20 years old, on the night of March 26th, 2011.
I couldn't sleep; and as is typical for me, when I can't sleep, I went to my desk for my laptop. I'm not one for porn, really (I find it fascinating in a mundane "Look at that!" sort of way) but I do enjoy erotica, so I logged on to a favorite site and started browsing. Orgasm is the only tried-and-proven method I have to instantly make myself exhausted. However, as may happen when one is masturbating every night to get to sleep, I was bored.
I had begun to realize that I really couldn't get horny enough to even bother taking off my pajamas when I heard urgent beeping on the other side of the wall. I checked the time. Four A.M. I like to go to bed at midnight, so still being up was a disappointment to me. Usually, even when I do have trouble finding something to pique my interest, I've gone to bed by 2 in the morning.
As I was musing over my apparent desensitization, and thinking perhaps I should switch to pornographic imagery, I heard my dad's voice on the other side of the wall.
"Jill. Jillian." I was quiet, thinking he was up to shower and leave for work. I didn't need him coming in here to find me surfing for porn. I just didn't. It's shameful enough as a girl to be looking, never mind being caught looking.
"Whaaa?" I hear my mother mumble. She wasn't quite awake yet. As far as I knew she usually slept until 7 before going off to her office job. My father worked longer hours, but he appreciated 4-10 hour days rather than the customary 5-8hour days.
"Jill would you handle my morning woody please?" I blanched. Oh, God. Are they really going to..?
I heard my mother roll over on the bed, and some more shuffling as the springs in the mattress groaned a little. Then I heard a slight, deep throaty gasp. My mother was on the other side of the wall, giving my father a blow job. They didn't know I was awake.
I thought, they must be sneaking it in at all hours of the night. But there was no washing machine running, not even the air conditioning was on at 4 in the morning when everyone was expected to be sleeping, and my father's dick was getting polished by my mother, and there was nothing to cover up their small sounds.
There was slurping. There was slurping, and creaking and the wet noise of my father's prick... what was that like, to know that every morning the moment you woke up someone would be there to please you?
I had had one boyfriend in high school that I tried to give a blow job—once. We were both virgins. I didn't know how to give him satisfaction, and he was too shy to give me any direction, so that was that. I was a twenty year old virgin who had never seen a penis spew its salty load except on the internet; and God knows I had never heard it.
