Ok, so this episode is two weeks late, but fear not, the next one will be in time. In all probability, that will also be the last one. |`: Yes, well, you can't stretch these things on forever. Or maybe you can, but I can't. Something to ease the pain a little; I will still be adding to "The Twins", in the incest section of this same site. And of course you can read all that and more on my own site: www.geocities.com/willie_hewes
Till next time, enjoy, Willie
Part 12
Charlie didn't want to stay after that. He said it was best to give them time to get used to it, and not rub it in their faces too much. I guess he was right, although at the moment, it almost felt like a dejection. I also worried about where Charlie was going to stay, but he told me not to.
"I've paid my rent for this month, they can't kick me out. Besides, Menno's not such a bad guy. He'll let me stay on 'till I find something else."
"But when will you find something else?"
"Something will pop up. It's not hard to find a place when you're desparate." I couldn't help feeling guilty, after all, if it hadn't been for me, he would still be at his old place. And he would never be able to find something as good as that.
The day I came out to my parents was a weird day. I went to the lectures and classes but didn't pay attention and didn't take any notes. I kept thinking about my parents, my father going: "Not under my roof", my mother crying. I also wondered about Charlie and Menno. Had they really been lovers, or was it just a one-night thing? Was Menno his first? If they had been lovers, what went wrong? Charlie's so-called curse? Did he break Menno's heart? Did he? Did he cheat, even thoough they were living together? If they had been living together, they must have been lovers. Really, in love. And if he could do it to Menno, his first love, could he do it to me?
I couldn't go to his place, or at least, he said it would be better it I didn't, and he couldn't stay over at my place either. It could take a long time before we could be alone and unobserved again. I almost felt sorry we didn't take the opportunity of the night before.
I never told Charlie that I felt so disappointed, and that I even doubted him. But I guess he noticed I was down. In the weeks that followed, we went out, to the cinema, and to some pubs, although that wasn't really my cup of tea. I bravely told my parents whenever I was going out with him, and they didn't say anything to stop me. Sometimes I thought they were indeed getting used to it, and sometimes I thought things were only getting harder each time.
So, we went shopping together, we went to the movies, we made out in dark alleys... I liked it, I liked being a bit secret about things, I liked the constant tension between us. I became more and more convinced that I really loved him. On the other hand, the waiting was taking its toll on both of us.
"Isn't there someplace we can go?" I asked after we had kissed behind a pillar on central station for over five minutes. "Some quiet place, an abandoned building?" He pressed his hips against mine.
"All the abandoned buildings in Leiden are squatted."
"Damn! I wanna do it, Charlie." He sighed.
"Yeah I know, me too." I hesitated for a moment before I said, "Charlie, I might know a way." He looked up. There was no turning back now, so I went on; "My parents are going to be away for the weekend next week. Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. I could ask Cyrill to stay at her friend's house."
"And... you would let me come over?"
"I, I don't know. I think so, yes. That would mean I have to go against my parents..." He frowned.
"And you would do that?" This was exactly the problem. I didn't want to disobey my parents, I had promised them, I had always been a good boy, they trusted me.
"I don't know," I said, "I think so. Well, hey, I'm a teenager, they shouldn't trust me with their house! I'm supposed to disobey them, it's my JOB!" He chuckled.
"I think you're right."
"It's my job to disobey my parents?"
"Yes, absolutely," he hissed in my ear, "it's your duty to disobey them, to invite me to your house and treat me like a king, to sin in their own bed. We should do it in the livingroom, you know, on the dinner-table, in front of the television, I'll make you feel good, Eddy, so good you'll never forget, you'll think..."
"Alright Mephistoles, thank you," I said laughing. "You can go now." He smiled, a naughty look still in his eyes.
"So, we'll do it, right?"
"Yes." I was so exited I could hardly keep still. I danced over the green-and-white tiled floor. "Yes, we'll do it! We'll do it! I'll miss my bus, shit!" We raced to the bus and caught it just in time. I got in after a very quick goodbye-kiss and fumbled for my PT-pass. The busdriver gave me a very greasy smile, and I wondered if it was the one who had driven the bus on my initial "coming out". I don't think it was, though.
That friday, I was as nervous as I had ever been. Luckily, my parents were pretty exited themselves, about their trip to London that is, so they didn't notice it. Cyrill did, though. We had agreed she would stay at her friend's house 'till Saturday afternoon, so from the time when my parents were gone 'till then, Charlie and I had the house to ourselves. It was clear that she didn't approve of my plans, but I told her she could expect any kind of favour from me in the future, and she couldn't resist that. I had only recently discovered that the rules of our parents could be stretched or broken, to her, this was a way of life.
Charlie would be at the busstop at around half past five, I'd pick him up from there. I skipped some classes to be home early, so I would have enough time to make some preparations. I wanted to have a romantic dinner, with candlelight, the kind of evening we would have had a couple of weeks ago if Menno hadn't barged in to mess everything up. I'm not much of a cook, but there's a few things I can manage. I found macaroni and instant-sauce in the kitchen, and got ingredients for a salad, and a bottle of wine. Maybe not the best meal ever, but it at least surpassed the default student's meal. I changed the sheets on my parents' bed, carefully putting away the original ones so I could put them back afterwards. That way, they couldn't possibly smell anything, and they wouldn't have misteriously clean sheets when they got back. I looked around the room and wondered if I would really be able to have sex in my parents' bedroom. Not with all their things lying around, I decided. So I hid the photo's of me and Cyrill in a drawer, put away all their clothes, my mothers make-up, my father's electric razor and a lot of other stuff. When everything except the furniture was out of sight, I lay back on the bed and tried to imagine Charlie and me lying there together. Yes, I thought, this could work. I also changed my clothes at least three times that afternoon, and then decided that I wanted to shower before he would here, so I had to get dressed all over again, and I was almost late in picking him up from the busstop. Fortunately, I began to feel more relaxed when I rode home with Charlie on the passenger seat of my bike. He held himself in place with one hand around my waiste, although this wasn't necessary, and it made me feel like there wasn't really anything that could go wrong. It would just be me and him, all afternoon.
It's really not very interesting to go into the details of what happened that afternoon. We just talked a lot, we prepared dinner, we made out on the couch while the macaroni was getting cold. I had just decided we should just skip dinner and get naked right then, when his stomack suddenly made a suspicious sound. We both laughed and he said:
"We should eat." I agreed, and so there I was, too nervous and horny to eat, and he too hungry not to. I remeber I was talking to him all the time, but it can't have been about anything important, for I don't remeber anything I said.
But this isn't really the stuff you want to hear about, right? You want to hear about us doing it. Alright then, I'll tell you about it. Next time.