my birthday suit. I had shaven my pubic hair just like Tony liked it. I put the CD in the CD player and turned it up so that any neighbors that happened to pass by wouldn’t hear my moans of ecstasy. My parents had a reputation as the “quiet family,” and I didn’t want to ruin it with what I was about to do.
I lay back on my pink silk sheets and spread my legs apart, ready to pleasure myself, my eyes focused on Tony’s picture. I flipped the switch to my Rabbit vibrator to full speed and gently applied it to my clit. I closed my eyes and moaned. The sensation was making my hips lift off the bed. I threw my head back as an orgasm caused me to explode all over my pillow, making my hands sticky.
But orgasms were like Pringles. I couldn’t have just one. I was going for the put-my-ass-to-sleep orgasm. The stronger, the better.
I put the vibrator back on my clit and went at it again. My ass was off the bed now, and I felt the explosive energy of another orgasm in my stomach. Twitching and moaning, my eyes were going far back in my head. I was in heaven. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” I was exploding like never before.
“Ashley!”
It took me a minute to get my eyes focused. When I did, I wanted to disappear. Alex was standing in my doorway, his mouth open as wide as my legs. I was mortified. I wanted to know, how long was he standing there?
“Oh, shit!” I belted out.
I still don’t know if it was the orgasm, or seeing the look on Alex’s face. He raced out of the room like a bat out of hell. I didn’t know what to do.
I knew I had to do something, so I went to get out of bed and ended up falling on my face. The last orgasm must have taken all my strength in my legs, because I could barely get up to my bed again. I managed to pull my housecoat off the end of my bed to cover myself.
“His ass must’ve been down there ’sleep,” I mumbled.
I was more mad at myself than at him. I should have put a chair under the doorknob to block the entrance into my room. My parents, well, mainly my mother, took off all the locks to our bedrooms, saying, “People who pay bills get locks on their doors.” I didn’t have a job, so my door was without a lock.
After about twenty minutes of waiting for my legs to get back to normal, I went downstairs to talk to Alex. I made my way to the living room, where he was watching television.
I had no idea what to say to him. I shook my head in disgrace. “Hey, um, Alex, er, can w-we talk?” I was nervous as shit.
“Yeah, Ashley.” He never looked at me.
Shit, I wouldn’t have wanted to either. Getting a bird’s-eye view of his sister’s private area probably devastated him for sure. He probably had never seen a woman’s privates before.
“I—I—I’m sorry about what you saw upstairs.” I couldn’t believe I was apologizing for pleasuring myself in my own room. “You know you should have knocked, though.”
“I did knock.” He huffed. “Your music was up too loud for you to hear me knocking. I just thought you were talking on the phone and listening to music like you usually do when we’re home alone.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You know it’s a sin to do that stuff, right?” Alex looked me square in the eyes.
“Yeah, Alex, we go to the same church, remember?” I was a little angry. I didn’t need him to remind me of my wrongdoing. I knew I had an addiction to sex. “Look, I know I have a small problem. I just need you to keep this between us.”
“Okay.” He put the television on mute. “Besides, we all have secrets.”
I looked at him, a puzzled look on my face. “What secrets do you have? You’re a Goody Two-shoes, and you always stay in the house. Football, school, church and home. That’s your routine, and everybody knows it.” I slightly laughed at him.
“Yeah, okay.” Alex had a smug look on his face. “You keep on believing that. I gets mine. Believe that.”
We quieted down for a second as I wondered what he could possibly be doing to get his.
“Alex, are you gay?” I blurted out.
He started laughing uncontrollably, as if I had made the biggest joke possible. He never answered my question. When we were kids, Alex would always get caught in a lie because he would laugh or smile, giving away his guilt.
“Stop laughing.” I pushed him hard.
He kept on laughing.
“Tell me. I won’t tell anybody.” I was dead serious. I could keep a secret like it was nobody’s business. All my friends knew that.
He stopped laughing and looked at me with a smirk on his face. “I can’t believe you asked me that.” He was avoiding answering the question like a squirrel avoiding cars while trying to cross a street.
“Well, are you?” I posed the question again.
Before he could answer, my parents and Diana came through the door and interrupted us.
“Hey, you guys.” My dad took off his coat and sat down next to us. “So what were you guys doing while we were gone?”
“Oh, nothing,” we both chimed, like twins usually do.
“We were just sitting here watching cable and talking.” I gave Alex a menacing stare and then got up and headed to my room.
I wasn’t through with him yet. The next time we were alone, I was going to find out what I wanted to know.
Chapter 12
Mona
The Curse
October 30th, 2018, 12:09 P.M.
“Ashley is such a good girl,” I said to myself as I prepared to go down to the basement and get the last little load of clothes out of the dryer. My job as a wife and a mother never paid well and had absolutely no sick days. Some days, I just wanted to walk away from it all, but the love of my family kept me onboard this ship that sometimes seemed to be headed to nowhere.
I had to walk through Alex’s room to get to the laundry room. When it came to neatness and organization, he was just like his father. Everything had its place, and his bed never went unmade. I marveled at the décor and color scheme that he put together so well. Even as a woman, I couldn’t get the rest of the house coordinated as well as he had his little habitat in the basement.
I proceeded on to the back of the basement and removed the clothes from the dryer so I could fold them and put them away. “Let me hurry up and get this done,” I said to myself. “I need to get dinner started.”
Since I was already down in Alex’s room, I decided to put his clothes away for him. I went to his dresser, which was labeled for shirts, underwear, pants, etc., and began placing the items in the appropriate drawers. As I got to the last drawer to place his underwear away, I got the shock of my life.
I placed my hands over my mouth to muffle my whimpers of shock. “What in the hell!” I mouthed as tears flooded my eyes and ran down my face. I picked up the thick, veined dildo and slowly sat down on his bed. Thoughts of Shawn’s demons and his past that involved him sleeping with men flooded my mind.
I balled up on Alex’s bed and sobbed. “Not my baby, Lord! No! Not Alex!” I cried uncontrollably as I clutched the plastic toy. I couldn’t take the thought of my only son being gay. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t.
I heard the noise of footsteps above me and assumed it was Alex coming home from football practice. I scrambled to get myself together and quickly placed the dildo back where I’d found it. Then I removed the clothes I had previously placed in his drawers and made my way back to the laundry room to pretend like I was there the whole time.
As he came down the basement steps, I dried my tears and made my way through his room. I don’t