Andrea's Brother - Part 1

My brain felt like it was melting inside my head. Andrea's dad was on his ninth can of beer, her mom had gotten through two bottles of wine and her twin sister, who didn't actually drink, was the loudest. 

I liked her family, but fuck, they were irritating. Tony, her father, had told me the same story about a car that he claimed to have won in a poker tournament, four times since we'd met the previous year. Every time, without fail, Lynda, his wife, would contradict every sentence and the two would end up arguing, loud enough for everybody on the street to hear. 

Unfortunately, Andrea and her sister seemed only too happy for their parents to argue, because it gave them an opportunity to voice their own opinions on everything from their extremely comfortable childhood, to the fact that they had only gotten a car between them for their eighteenth birthday five years ago, and Adam, their younger brother, had gotten one, all for himself. 

I didn't drink, not for any reason other than my own childhood actually sucked ass because of it. But sometimes I wished I did, if nothing else, it would have made these family gatherings a bit more bearable. 

Lynda was pointing her finger into Tony's face now, whilst Andrea and Laura shouted over each other to tell their mother how much they hated her. My head was pounding. 

"I'm going to bed" I whispered to my long time girlfriend who didn't even turn around. 

"Andrea, I'm going to bed" I repeated, a little louder this time. 

Again, she ignored me. 

I sighed, pushed my chair out, and walked toward the door. Nobody in the room even noticed my absence, which I was rather glad of. I left and headed upstairs. We'd be leaving tomorrow morning so I was happy enough to get something of an early night anyway. 

The house was huge, which wasn't unexpected given the families vast wealth. I wasn't with Andrea for that though, I didn't even find out about it until months after we met. 

I climbed the staircase, thankful that I'd left when I had as Lynda was now roaring about Martin, Andrea's ex boyfriend whom they had seemingly loved a lot more than me. 

I reached the bathroom and felt drained. It had been a long day, which was mostly taken up with driving Andrea and her mother around various high end shops. I was spent. 

Our bedroom was directly across the hall from the bathroom, and although there was a perfectly good shower in the en suite, I'd already stripped off my clothes in the main bathroom, knowing damn well that none of the people downstairs would be in any fit state to get up here, except of course, Laura, but I had the sneaky suspicion that she rarely ventured into the shower anyway. 

I glanced at myself in the full length mirror. I'd spent most of my life playing sports and some of the hard work was still evident. It had been a while, but Andrea took up most of my time now which meant little time for anything else. 

I could still, almost, make out the abs that once showed as rugged and sharp. The rest of my body had been enveloped by hair, and whilst at one point, I would regularly remove it, I simply didn't have the time anymore. 

My cock, although quite large, was also neglected. Andrea wasn't the most sexually active person I had ever met, and that resulted in me resigning to settling for sex once every fortnight, if she was in the mood. 

Jerking off was also something that Andrea seemed to frown upon, and by frown upon, I mean outright ban. She believed that it was a form of cheating, and honestly, I hadn't been in the mood to argue with her. I did it when I knew there was no chance of being caught, but other than that, I let my seed build up in the hope that one night, she'd surprise me instead of acting as though sex was just a chore. 

I sighed again and stepped into the shower. Life sucked and there was no point denying it. I couldn't remember the last time I'd actually enjoyed myself doing something. It seemed like Andrea had sucked the life out of me, and unfortunately, not literally. 

I stood there for a while, allowing the water to just flow over me before finally washing and stepping out. I could still hear the family shouting at each other downstairs and wondered how on earth they had managed to all survive this long without either killing each other or being arrested for waking up the whole neighbourhood. 

My cock, like it so often did, began to stiffen as though I was going through puberty. It was nothing other than the lack of attention and as I watched it grow to it's full seven inches, I grabbed it. 

It felt so fucking good to feel a bit of freedom. At what point in my life did I stop being a fucking man? How could I be letting someone else dictate when I can touch my own cock? 

The anger seemed to turn me on more and I fell onto the toilet bowl and began pumping it. 

God it felt good. How I'd missed jerking off at my leisure, but I knew if Andrea found out, I'd get an ear full tomorrow. I didn't care. I continued wanking my cock, enjoying the feeling and getting lost in my darkest fantasies, and then the door burst open and I found myself staring at her eighteen-year-old brother, Adam. 

Both of our eyes widened and a second later, I grabbed the towel and covered my dick and Adam spun around on his feet and stormed back to his bedroom. 

"Fuck!" I hissed, slipping around the bathroom as I tried to dry myself and dress at the same time. 

It was just my fucking luck, the one moment of peace that I'd managed to find, and I ended up traumatising the poor kid. I felt like an idiot. 

I dressed quickly and rubbed my eyes. It was getting late, but the family downstairs showed no signs of ceasing their argument. I'd need to speak to Adam. Apologise for what he'd seen and beg him not to tell anybody, especially his sister. 

I walked toward his bedroom, stood outside and breathed deeply before knocking twice. The silence that followed was deafening. 

"Adam?" I called nervously, and a moment later he answered. 

"Yeah?" 

"Can I... Could I talk to you for a second, bud?" I asked, realising that at twenty-five, I was already sounding like a 'dad'. 

"Um... Yeah, sure" came the response and I pushed the door open slowly. 

His room was dark, with only the light of his television illuminating the mess. His Playstation controller was at the side of his bed, his laptop was perched on his lap and there was a vaguely familiar smell of teenager from the room. It appeared that I wasn't the only one that was trying to enjoy myself tonight. 

"Look, I just wanted to apologise for... For that" I said, clearing my throat and feeling my face burn. 

"It's cool" he mumbled

"It's just, I'd really appreciate if you... I mean, if you wouldn't mind just not mentioning..." 

"I won't say anything" Adam told me and I nodded, relieved. 

I'd always liked Adam. He was the only one in the family that seemed normal. He didn't get involved in the drama, nor did he seem too interested in hanging around for much longer. He was a smart guy, and I was routing for him to get out of this place and start a life of his own. 

He was a handsome guy too, but not very manly just yet. He had a clump of thick blonde hair, his skin was sallow, mostly due to his habit of laying around the family pool for most of the day, but it was his cheeky attitude that I had always liked the most. 

"Thanks" I nodded and wondered whether I should continue trying to make conversation or leave him to his porn. 

"I'll head off to bed so" I said and he nodded like I was an irritating father. 

"Goodnight" I added and his polite smile was becoming more impatient by the second. 

"Goodnight" he replied. 

I turned to close the door and then he spoke again. 

"Wait" he called and as I turned back, he moved his laptop. 

"Everything okay?" I asked, wondering what on earth could be so important that an eighteen-year-old would discard his porn. 

"I won't tell anyone" he told me, and I stood back inside, my heart beginning to race. 

"If you show me again".