Chapter 2

Joshua

I hated hurting Sarah’s feelings. My darn step dad was a total jerk. He knew it was the last chance Sarah and I had to spend time together. He didn’t even like me. Why was he making me go? And I was going to be stuck with Nate as well. I’d been lucky that he was away at school since my mom and Daniel were married. Now that he was home, it seemed like he was intent on making up for lost time. He never missed an opportunity to point out how I was still a virgin even though I told him that was by choice. 

“Yeah right,” Nate said, “Just admit it. You’re scared your pretty girlfriend will see what a small little dick you have and run away screaming.” 

“Shut up Nate! I just wanted to wait until we finished high school!” I told him.

“You sure you’re a guy? You don’t sound like any guy I’ve ever talked to before. What’s the big deal? I got my first pussy when I was in eighth grade. Don’t tell me Sarah’s not down. I see how she dresses, those short little dresses she parades around in. Trust me, bro, she wants it, bad.” 

“Nate, you’re an asshole. Sarah’s with me on this. We want our first time to be special.” 

“Trust me, little man, she just wants it. Maybe you want to wait, but she doesn’t.”

I could feel myself burning with anger. “Stop with the little man! I’m taller than most of my friends. Darn it! I can’t believe I’ve got to go to that stupid lake house with you. I was supposed to hang out with Sarah this weekend. She leaves for school next week.”  

Nate didn’t respond right away. I thought our conversation was over but then he raised his eyebrow and said, “I have a great idea. Why don’t you ask if she can come along? There’s more than enough room at the lake house. I’m sure dad won’t mind.”

Ugh, Daniel. The idea of asking Daniel for another favor made me nauseous. I never could figure out what my mother saw in that guy. Sure, I guess he was good looking in a Vin Diesel kind of way, but that didn’t make up for his personality. It really pissed me off the way he ordered my mother and me around. Just because he owned a successful construction company with his brother and let us live in his big house, he thought he could treat us like crap. And my mom just let him. He knew I didn’t approve of their marriage. He made a show out of kissing and fondling my mother whenever I was in the room. 

My real dad passed away when I was in fifth grade. My mom had to work long hours to pay the rent, but I thought we’d been happy. When I was a freshman in high school she sat me down and told me that she’d started dating the boss at the construction company she worked for. A few horrible months later, they were married and I began counting the days until I could leave for college. 

I left Nate and walked into the kitchen where Daniel was sitting and my mother was busy fixing his dinner. When Daniel saw me walk in he walked around to my mother and embraced her, rubbing his hands up and down her back and then he moved his big hands lower, grabbing her bottom and giving it a squeeze. He turned her around and kissed her deeply, his eyes open just enough to see I was watching. 

“Eh hem, um, Daniel?”

He broke his kiss with my mother and took a step back, with a wicked smirk on his face. “Don’t you mean Dad?”    

“Yeah, Ok, Dad. Do you think it would be Ok if I asked Sarah to come with us this weekend?”

It was my mother who answered. “Oh, sweetheart! That would be lovely. We hardly ever see her anymore. Of course, she’s welcome as long as her parents are Ok with it.”

“Excuse me,” Daniel interrupted. “Shouldn’t I be the one to say if it’s Ok or not? It’s my family’s house after all.”

“Oh, I’m sorry dear,” my mom said, “Can Joshua bring his girlfriend?”    

I stood silently waiting. Daniel’s eyes narrowed, “Well, I’m not sure. Will you be sleeping in the same room?”

“Um, I…I’m not sure. We haven’t, I don’t.”

Daniel broke out laughing. “Ha…I’m just pullin’ your chain. Of course she can come. She can sleep wherever she wants. She is eighteen now right?”

“Yeah, since last month,” I told him.

“Well, well, that’s great. Sure, the more the merrier.”