1. Nightlight


    Date: 10/7/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: spinneroftales, Source: LushStories

    Hi! Let me introduce myself. My name is Rory and I’m eighteen. My brother is Derek and he’s seventeen. Actually, I’m almost two years older because he just turned seventeen a couple of months ago, and I’ll be nineteen in less than two months. I was nine and Derek eight when our father was killed in a car crash. They said he was drunk, and I can believe it. He was drunk a lot of times. He didn’t have any insurance, and we’d never had much money anyway, so we were in kind of a tight place. In the following years we lived in a lot of rundown motel rooms. Once we slept in our car, until it was repossessed. Sometimes we went to shelters, but we never stayed long because our mom was afraid some social worker would decide to take Derek and me from her. She wasn’t about to let that happen. She was always very protective of us. She often said we were all she had. She worked, but usually at jobs that didn’t last too long, and none that paid very well. So it was tough, but I’m sure tougher on her than on us. We were kids and we’d never had much, so we didn’t miss much. If we weren’t hungry we were fine, and we laughed a lot. By the time I was fourteen I had worked too, although not legally. Mostly I’d done things like shine shoes, deliver newspapers, run errands. I think I was fifteen when Mom got a job in an office for the first time. I don’t even know why she applied for it – she'd never done that kind of work. Desperation, I guess. Anyway, this guy had a business selling boats – ... big expensive boats. Yachts, almost. Mom’s job was sort of ill-defined. She wasn’t really a secretary or accountant, or even a salesperson. He called her his assistant. Anyway, he probably hired her because he liked her – and she was so pretty. His name was Mr. Mathers, but he told Derek and me it was okay to call him Cody. He was nice to us from the beginning, and would give us really nice gifts for special occasions, take us to really good restaurants. On weekends we’d go to the beach or the zoo and he’d slip us a couple of dollars when Mom wasn’t looking. I said our mom was pretty, and she really was. Cody was okay looking, I guess. His hair was turning grey around the sides and his hairline had receded a couple of inches. I never thought about how old he was, but now I’d guess about forty. The thing I remember most about him was that for his age he had a really nice body. He worked out every day, but he wasn’t muscular. I mean, he wasn’t like Arnold Schwarzenegger. He was thin and I guess what you’d call sinewy, I think. Derek looks a lot like our mom, whereas I don’t. She says I look like my dad, but I have to take her word for it. I don’t much remember what he looked like, and for some reason, she doesn’t have any pictures, she says. Anyway, back to my story. When about two years later he asked Mom to marry him, we were all for it. He’d set her up in a nice small apartment long before, but when they married, we of course moved into his house – and what a house it was. It ...
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