My bedroom door flew open, and my sister rushed into my room and looked down at me. “Get your ass up!” she hollered. I was lying across my bed playing a game on my cell phone.
I sat up and stared angrily at her. “What do you want, Stacy?” Stacy is my sixteen-year-old twin sister. Fortunately, we are fraternal twins, and we are nothing alike. Most people don’t even know we are brother and sister unless we tell them. Other than having blue eyes and curly brown hair, we share nothing else in common. We have had a sibling rivalry going on since we were about seven, and I have never understood why.
I think she is jealous of me. I’m better looking than her- and smarter. Since we were little, people always remarked what a cute little boy I am. Then, they would look at Stacy and smile. At school, I’m always a favorite student. I make straight A’s. It’s just that she doesn’t try to make good grades. She’s too busy being in other students’ business to focus on schoolwork. While I try to remain in the background and not be noticed, Stacy is always wanting to be the center of attention. Most twins are like two peas in a pod. Not Stacy and me. We went in separate directions years ago, and today we simply tolerate each other.
“Didn’t you hear me, Seth?” she hollered again.
“Yeah, I heard you,” I replied angrily. “Now, get out of my room.”
“But you promised me you would take me to the hospital to see Craig,” she whined.
Craig Gates is her boyfriend. They have been dating for about a year. He’s a running back on the football team. Last night, he was hit hard by the defensive line of our opponents while running a play. Two burly guys took him to the ground, and he hit his head. He appeared to be alright, but the team’s doctor decided that he should be taken to the hospital and be examined for a concussion. At breakfast, Mom told Stacy that Mrs. Gates had called, and the doctors had decided to keep him overnight to evaluate him.
Stacy performed when Mom told her that. She started crying and insisting that she had to see him. She begged Mom to take her, but she said she had to go to work. Mom is a systems analyst for a defense contractor. She has worked there seven years, and I still don’t know what she does. She works long hours which leaves me and Stacy home alone quite a bit.
I hardly know my father. He and my mother got a divorce when Stacy and I were six. The only thing I remember is the two of them arguing and screaming at each other in their bedroom before he just up and disappeared one night. I haven’t seen him since he left. He remarried, and now he lives with his other family somewhere in Southern California. Mom got a good divorce settlement. She won’t tell us what it was, but it provides us with a decent living.
Anyway, after her performance, Mom told me I had to take Stacy to the hospital to see Craig. When I started to object, she threated to take away my driving privileges for two weeks. Two weeks! Since Stacy doesn’t have her license, I must take her wherever she wants. And that is a lot of places. I have to drive her to her girlfriends’ homes whenever she wants to spend time with them. My Saturdays are always ruined because I have to take her to the mall so she can shop and gossip. And I hate it when she visits Craig’s house. I sit in his driveway waiting for her to come out. God only knows what they are doing upstairs in his bedroom. Sometimes I bone up, and I want to take it out and jerk off, but I’m afraid of getting caught. That is all I need is for my sister to see me playing with myself. I would never hear the end of it.
She would also want to know why I’m doing it, and I could never confess that I’m jealous of her because she is dating Craig. I had a huge crush on him before they even started dating. I saw him naked in the shower in gym class when we were in the seventh grade. Even then, he was muscular- and hung. He’s tall with long brown hair. And he has the prettiest brown eyes. When he and Stacy are walking in the hall at school holding hands, I want to creep up behind them and hit her with my chemistry book. But if I did, Craig would probably beat me so bad that even my mother wouldn’t be able to recognize me.
I guess it’s obvious that I’m gay. However, I’m not out. I could never come out because of Stacy. She would love to humiliate me if she found out. She always insults me by calling me Mr. Perfect. If she finds out I’m not, her torment would be relentless. I can see her now as she curls her mouth to slam me with an insult. Fag, Queer, Sissy. It would never end. So no, I can’t come out just yet. Until I leave home, and I’m no longer under the influence of my evil sister, I’ll remain quietly in my closet.
Stacy talked non-stop all the way to the hospital. She was worried about Craig. By the time we pulled into the parking lot, she had him in the ICU on life support. When we entered his room, he was sitting up eating breakfast. His mother was sitting in a chair beside him. Stacy rushed over and grabbed him, spilling the contents of the tray all over him.
“Stacy, Goddamn it!” he shouted. “Look what you’ve done.” Stacy began crying even harder.
She sobbed, “I’ve been so worried about you, Craig.” His mother rushed into the bathroom and returned with two towels. She and Stacy began cleaning up the mess on his gown and sheets. Stacy continued to apologize as she wiped milk and orange juice off the floor. I stood back and tried to stifle a laugh.
I looked around and noticed that there was another bed on the other side of the room separated by a blue curtain. Out of curiosity, I took a few steps to my left and peeked at the body on the bed. Whoever it was, had the sheet pulled over their face.
“Seth?” I heard someone call my name. It was Craig’s mother. “Did you hear me?”
“No, Ma’am,” I answered sheepishly as I stepped back toward Craig’s bed.
She asked, “Would you help Craig undress and put on a clean gown? A nurse should be in a minute to change his bedding.” She turned and looked at Stacy. “Your sister and I are going downstairs for a few minutes to get some breakfast. I haven’t had anything to eat since last night.”
“Sorry, Mom,” muttered Craig.
“It’s not your fault, Baby,” she said as she walked over and pushed back his long hair. Stacy smiled and gave him a slight wave. They turned and left the room.
Now, my teenage hormones are going wild. Craig’s mother has asked me to help him change his gown. That means he is going to be standing naked in front of me. Just the thought makes me grow excited. He stands and removes his gown. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. His cock was larger than it was when I saw it in the seventh grade. He had a big hairy bush which made it even more exciting to look at.
“Uh, Seth,” laughed Craig. I looked into his face and noticed a slight smirk.
‘Oh, God!’ I thought silently. ‘He knows!’
“Dude,” he laughed. “When you’re finished perving over me, can you get me a clean gown?” I grew even more embarrassed when I heard a boyish voice giggling behind the blue curtain. I went over to a cabinet and hunted for a gown. There were several in a bottom drawer. I picked one out and turned to hand it to Craig. He was standing naked, and his cock was semi-hard. I gulped and handed him the gown. I couldn’t take my eyes off his naked body. I thought that it might be the last chance I would ever get to see him naked. And for a fleeting second, I was jealous of Stacy because I knew that she probably got to see it often. I wasn’t sure they were having sex, but we are sixteen. And if I had a boyfriend that looks like Craig, I would be all over him 24/7. Craig kept watching my face and smirking. Before closing the gown, he grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of strokes. Thankfully, just then, the nurse entered the room with clean bedding. Craig sat in the chair while I looked nervously out the window.
Stacy and Mrs. Gates returned about twenty minutes later. I was glad when they walked back into the room. It had been very awkward. Craig watched television while I just stared out the window. I knew he knew. Now, I wasn’t sure what he would do. As soon as he and Stacy are alone, I just know he is going to tell her. And if he tells Stacy, then I know she’ll get a perverse satisfaction by telling Mom. I just know my life is going to be ruined.
I wanted to leave, but I had driven Stacy to the hospital. If I went home, I would only have to come get her. Besides, if I stayed, then Craig wouldn’t be able to tell her that I’m gay. I don’t think he’ll say something in front of his mother, but he might tell Stacy when she leaves. I would rather be around so I can deny it. I’ll think of something. I can say that he was confused because of the drugs they have him on. I’ll convince him that he was just imagining things. Although, I’m not sure it will work. He saw the look in my eyes as I stared at his naked body.
Suddenly, the boy in the bed on the other side of the blue curtain began coughing violently. “Oh, Dear,” muttered Mrs. Gates as she rose and rushed over to see what was happening. Cautiously, I followed her. She rushed to the boy and pulled him into her shoulder and gently slapped him on his back.
“Seth,” she ordered worriedly. “Grab that remote and press the red button.” She pointed to a remote which was on the bed nearest the boy’s left hand. I picked it up and pressed the red button. Seconds later, a nurse asked what is wrong.
“You’d better get in here quickly,” Mrs. Gates shouted. “This boy is coughing very badly.”
Two nurses rushed into the room. Mrs. Gates moved out of their way so they could attend to him. I got a good look at him. He looked at me with a panicked look on his face. He was about my age. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He appeared to have a smaller build, but it was difficult to see under the sheets.
Mrs. Gates grabbed my hand and pulled me away. “We should leave,” she said. Reluctantly, I followed her back to the other side of the room. However, I was very worried about the boy. I kept hearing the nurses telling him to relax and drink some water. After several minutes, they left the room.
Craig asked, “What’s going on?” His mother explained what had happened. “He don’t talk much,” said Craig. “I’ve tried to get him to say something, but he ignores me.” He turned to his mother and asked, “What’s he look like?” She gave him a brief description.
It upset me when Stacy tiptoed over to the curtain and peeked to see what was going on. She turned and said, “He’s kind of cute.”
Craig sat up and angrily asked, “What’s that supposed to mean, Stacy?”
Stacy blushed as Mrs. Gates said, “Calm down, Dear. Stacy is only making an observation.” She winked at Stacy. “He is a rather cute boy.”
“Well,” snarled Craig, “I don’t like it.” He stared angrily at Stacy. We sat around for an awkward fifteen minutes. Craig continued to be angry at Stacy. Mrs. Gates tried to distract him by talking about the football game that our team won after he was removed from the field.
“Coach Abernathy is eager for you to return,” stated Mrs. Gates. “I’m meeting with the doctors later this afternoon, and hopefully you can come home tonight.”
“You gonna ask Dr. Richmond when I can practice again?” asked Craig.
His mother smiled and said, “Of course, Dear. You seem to be okay, so I don’t see why you can’t play again soon.”
Stacy said cheerfully, “I can’t wait to see you back on the field. You know I’ll be there cheering for you.”
Craig scowled and replied, “Yeah, whatever.”
I don’t know what Stacy sees in Craig, other than the fact that he is very good looking. He’s extremely arrogant. It showed when Stacy commented that the boy next to him is cute. It is as if he seemed threatened. I would feel sorry for Stacy to be dating a boy so insecure, but I really don’t care. If she wants to date an asshole, then let her.
I turned toward the curtain when I heard the boy ask, “Can someone help me?” Since I was nearer than the others, I rose from my chair and peeked into his side of the room.
“Are you okay?” I asked nervously. Mrs. Gates rose from her chair and stood beside me.
The boy nervously said, “I need a bedpan.” His face turned several shades of red as he added, “I’m not allowed out of bed.”
Mrs. Gates laughed and gripped my arm. “You can handle this, Seth.” She walked away laughing.
“Where is it?” I asked as I approached him. For the first time, I got a good look at him. As Stacy said, he is cute. His face is smooth, and his cheeks are a light pink. He has blond hair that is kind of spiked on the top with the sides shaved. And he has the prettiest blue eyes.
His face reddened as he pointed to a cabinet. “It’s under there,” he said. I walked over and pulled out a pink bedpan like the one Craig had used earlier. I began to harden thinking about seeing him naked. There was no way I was going to repeat that again. I didn’t know this boy, and I certainly didn’t want him to think that I was a pervert by watching him pee into a bed pan.
“Here,” I said as I handed it to him. “I’m going to the other room. I’ll come back in a minute to get it.”
“Thanks,” he muttered as I walked away.
I stood just on the other side of the curtain. I really wanted to peek in and watch him, but everyone was watching me. Stacy made a joke that I should get a job as an aide in the hospital since I like bedpans so much. When Craig laughed, I looked away and rolled my eyes.
When I thought he might be finished, I walked back toward him. He had covered himself with his gown. The bedpan was next to him. It was filled with yellow piss. I laughed and joked, “When’s the last time you used the bathroom?”
His face reddened and he answered, “I don’t remember.” I took it into the restroom and emptied it. Not knowing what to do with it, I left it on top of the toilet. “Thanks,” he muttered when I returned.
“No problem,” I responded. “Do you need anything else?” I looked at him and wondered what was wrong. Why had he started coughing earlier? There didn’t seem to be anything really wrong with him.
“I’m okay,” he replied as he sat up and tried to fluff up his pillow. I sighed and walked over to help him. He smiled and stared up at me. “That’s good,” he said as he sat back. “Thanks.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I guess I should get back next door.”
A sad look appeared on is face as he said, “Okay.”
I felt guilty when I returned. Craig, Stacy and Mrs. Gates were talking about a television show from the night before. However, I kept thinking about the boy. He appeared lonely as he lay in bed. I wondered why no one was visiting him. I know he could hear our conversation. I felt like walking over and pulling the curtain back so he could join us, but I didn’t.
Just before four, Stacy told me she was ready to leave. I had been ready to leave for the past hour. However, I knew if I said something, she would have gotten upset. Before leaving, I peeked into the other side of the room to see if the boy needed anything. It had been about an hour since a nurse last came into the room. He was asleep. The sun was shining on his face, and he looked almost like an angel. I sighed and turned away.
On the way home, Stacy talked incessantly about Craig. “I can’t wait until he comes home,” she said cheerfully.
I was tempted to say, ‘Why? Are you horny?’ But I didn’t. She probably would have hit me, and I would have wrecked the car.
Mom was fixing dinner when we entered the kitchen. She asked Stacy about Craig, and she didn’t even notice me. I’m used to it. When she and Stacy are together, it is like I’m a stranger in the house. Sometimes I wish I had a brother to keep me company, but he would probably get on my nerves worse than Stacy does.
At dinner, all they talked about was going shopping next weekend to find Stacy a dress to wear to the junior dance that Craig had invited her to attend with him. I quietly ate my pork chop and mashed potatoes.
As I was eating my dessert, Stacy asked me if I would take her back to the hospital. “Why?” I asked. “You were there all afternoon.”
“Because he’s my boyfriend,” she replied angrily, “and I should be with him.”
“Mom?” I whined. “Do I have to?”
“I would take her,” she replied, “but I have a project I’m working on this evening. So, you’ll have to do it.”
“But Mom,” I continued to whine, “I have homework to do.”
Stacy replied sarcastically, “It’s Saturday, Nerd. You can do it tomorrow.”
“I’m not a nerd,” I hollered as I rose from the table. “Just because I make straight A’s don’t make me a nerd. Maybe if you studied harder, you wouldn’t be failing half your classes.”
“I’m not failing,” Stacy shouted angrily. “I’m making C’s and D’s.”
I wanted to call her a bitch. However, I knew if I did, my mother would punish me. The last time I cussed in front of her, she grounded me for a week. It didn’t bother me because I have nowhere to go.
“You’ll take Stacy to the hospital,” insisted my mother. “I’m too busy to do it.” Stacy looked over and stuck her tongue out. I reached for my knife to cut it off. She giggled and walked over to the door.
“Come on, Nerd.” I flipped her off as she headed out the door.
It was a little after six when we arrived in Craig’s room. I knew Stacy would want to stay until visiting hours ended at eight. I considered dropping her off and going someplace, but I couldn’t decide where. My social life is practically non-existent. There is no one I could call who would want to spend a Saturday night with me. I didn’t want to go home. That would really make me look like a loser. So, I decided to just sit in Craig’s room for a couple of hours. At least I would have something nice to look at. I just had to be careful that Stacy didn’t see me looking at him.
He was sitting up in his bed when we entered. He didn’t have a sheet covering him, and his gown was pulled up to his crotch. My dick started to harden when I wondered if he had been playing with it before we arrived. When Stacy leaned over to kiss him, I was sure that I saw it begin to rise under his gown. I sat in a chair, and Stacy sat on the side of his bed. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I was pretty sure that she had groped him a couple of times. They would start giggling, and he would look quickly at me.
I sat for about an hour playing a game on my phone when Stacy said she had to go to the bathroom. I don’t know why she didn’t use the one in his room, but she said she was going to the one down the hall. I pretended to play the game, but I would take quick glances at Craig when he would adjust himself under his gown.
“Psst!” I heard him whisper. When I looked up, he had pulled his gown up, and he was stroking his erection and leering at me. “Do you like this?”
I must have turned about fifty shades of red. I looked quickly at the door to make sure that Stacy wasn’t entering. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I also didn’t know why Craig was teasing me. Stacy was his girlfriend, but he was showing me his dick. I was afraid that he was trying to lure me into a trap. I had given myself away earlier, now I didn’t know what he planned to do.
“I..I..gotta go,” I stammered as I rushed out of the room. I bumped into Stacy as I hurried from the room.
“Watch it, Seth!” she shouted. “Where are you going?” I ignored her and hurried down the hall. I got on the elevator and found my way to the cafeteria. After getting a slice of apple pie and a soda, I found a seat in a far corner and sat down.
‘What is going on?’ I asked myself. I don’t think I have ever been so afraid in my life. I try so hard to conceal that I am gay, but I make one mistake, and I out myself. And it just had to be Stacy’s boyfriend. But why is he teasing me? I was afraid things could turn dangerous. What if he wanted me to have sex with him? Why else would he show me his dick and ask me if I liked it, if he didn’t? Craig is also a very hot guy. I don’t know if I can resist him if he did ask me to have sex with him. But why? Is he gay like me? Is he bi? I’ve read that sometimes straight guys like to have sex with other guys. Is that what he wants? Maybe he thinks that I would be safe to have sex with since I’m Stacy’s brother. He knows I won’t say anything to her. If I did, then I would have to admit that I’m gay.
Things are definitely going from bad to worse in a hurry. I looked at my watch and it was almost eight. I still had to go back up to Craig’s room to get Stacy. I wasn’t sure I would be able to act innocently after what had happened.