Something Different

I have used this venue to share things that are going on with me and my grandson’s. On Father’s Day, the day after my birthday, my youngest son came up to cook me breakfast. He didn’t like that I had the boys, “They’re theirs, to fuck up however they want, Dad.” That’s what he’d told me when I took them. 

“I would take your fuckin dog if you treated him the way Robby’s been treated.”

“It’s not your place, Dad.”

“If not mine, then who’s?” I asked the smart-ass. 

I thought about the last five months, things I learned about my oldest Grandson, things he’d taught me about myself; ‘Don’t cry Grampy’. And then I thought about last night. 

Nate’s POV

“I’m sorry NRD. I didn’t mean to bust you two up, last night.” She said softly over the bubbles.

“Here’s how it’s going to be so you two can, shit, do you want everybody to know?” She asked looking at Cam for assistance.

“Nathan? It’s gotten to a point that we can’t hide it, without help. Cass has an idea. We can run under the radar but we need to show up on Tuesday. She’ll be between us. We’ll sing a song together and set the stage for next week and the week after that.”

“Look NRD. You guys have NO idea how you look at each other. I mean if a guy looked at me like that, I’d fuck him into tomorrow.”

“I think I have a spam headache.” And I stood.

“Sit down Nate,” Came from Cam. And I sat on the edge in my wet cut off sweats.

It was a painfully long pause as Cass looked at me in wet cotton. “Cassidy? Don’t look at him like that.”

“But you said.”

“CASS? Shut the fuck up. I’ll talk to him.” And he sat next to me just to make his sister salivate.

He walked in and I was playing a game. “Pause it, Nate.”

“Talk to me about, what, Cam?”

“You Clown. She’s right.” And he knelt between my knees.

“I can’t look at you like a bud anymore; that time has, past, and you are a giveaway, as well. We need Cass and the Girls that surround her if this is going to stay between you and me.” And I understood what he was saying.

“Why do I think there’s a, butt, C?”

“She doesn’t want the terrors. She wants to sleep with us.”

I fuckin knew there was more. “And?”

“Fuck, Nathan.”

“Really? It’s that bad?”

It was hard watching him searching for the words that would make the blow, softer. “She wants to sleep between us. She wants to watch us, see how we do things, I don’t know what you want to do?”

 Cass; and her POV

I had turned sixteen five months ago and I frequented the Club on Tuesdays. My brother was a star and by his side was always Nathan. I don’t know if it’s because he’s my brother or if girls see things in guys; anyway, I saw it. I watched for weeks with him never noticing me in the crowd. We hadn’t lived together for three years and went to different schools so my friends and his, never mingled.

When mom ran off I was expecting the house to myself and a party every night; until Daddy called. His mandate was I go stay with my big brother and I better keep my nose clean; whatever that means. I walked in with ‘I’ve got a secret’ written across my forehead.

I mean, as his little sister; I thought he was experimenting like I was. What I saw with them was so… much more than that. I mean they were guy’s; wet dream guys. And they acted it. But when I saw my brother look at him; those eyes. Camron has a smile; always has. But it’s those fuckin dimples of his; not often shared. But when he looks at Nathan.

I pushed them on the first night; the pizza and all. I think it must be the house; the bad dreams. Cam; from the time we were little he made it better. It didn’t happen all the time but I would sleep with him for a week. I don’t remember when it started but remember when it ended

I was thirteen and Cam would be sixteen in a few months. It was like any other time but I realized my brother was turning me on by just letting me cuddle with him. My head was in the crook of his neck, his arm around me, and my face on his chest. I listened for his breathing, I seemed to always know when he fell asleep.

I’d had an awful dream and Cam did what he always did. I moved my hand a little on his chest, carefully, I moved slow. Something had changed in me and the feel of his chest made me wet between my legs. I explored my, almost sixteen-year-old brother, in the dark.

I wasn’t trying to be a tease; I didn’t even know what it was, but guess I was doing it. The way his chest felt was amazing. His pecks were heard, I could feel the short hair around them. When I got to the spot I would feel more curly hair, his hand stopped me. “Cassidy?”

“If I’m going to feel one for the first time, I want it to be yours.”

“Cass; this is wrong.” He said in a whisper.

“Let me touch you, Brother.”

I didn’t get much resistance from him and he allowed me to explore his boy thing. The wetness at the top reminded me of what was going on between my legs and for some unknown reason, I wanted to be closer to it. My head started sliding down as my hand began pumping on its own accord.

My brother stopped me on two fronts. He moved my hand away before something happened then pulled my face back to his chest. You may think me sick a couple of years later but my brother was going to give me what I want; one way or another.

Now Camron and his boy part was closer than I’d been to any other. I hadn’t had sex with a boy but had fun with a few girls. The thought of seeing him and that perfect cock in action, well, it was something I wanted. Nathan. I saw them in the shower; the curve he had was something I’d never seen; not even in porn.

My proposal was simple and Cam really didn’t have a choice when I laid it out to him. You would have to be a guy not to see it. Well, I think. Now, Nathan knew my brother almost as well as I did; better in different ways. They had it bad for each other and if I didn’t step in something was going to happen.

We all went shopping so we had shit for the next few days and I thought the time was right when we were in check-out, “Daddy said, I could have the Mustang.” I just blurted it out.

My brother. He looked at me not believing what I’d said, a kind of smile as he looked for words, his head shook back and forth in disbelief, “WHAT?”

“You heard me. I get the Mustang.”

“Over my dead fuckin body you little,” And Nate elbowed him because everyone was looking at us.

He shoved that little thing you put between your stuff for the person behind you. “That’s hers.” He paid and walked away with Nate.

I got in the back of my Dad’s Escalade, Nathan behind the wheel, and my brother turned in his seat looking at me.

“I am done with you. You can go to Grandmas’. I don’t, fucking, care what happens.” And I smiled at him.

 Camron’s POV:

So here I was. My sister was a little blackmailer. She could save Nate and me, have girls hanging off us, make it look like something it wasn’t. Nathan and Camron were more than friends. We needed her if whatever was going to happen on the sly could happen.

I knew she was pulling my chain about the Mustang; Dad would have told me. We got home and cooked dinner. Cass cooked, Nate and I cleaned up. Talk about awkward. We talked in the tub afterward about a song or songs, we’d sing. Cass and I had songs we sang together, songs that complimented what we brought to the table.