10I was huddled up in my room with my brother, the furthest room from my parent's bedroom, or should I say my father and my stepmother's bedroom, when the argument started. Not that arguments weren't uncommon around our house. Father was a CEO of a top Melbourne company and Serina; my stepmother had been his secretary before they'd married. Anyway as I was saying arguments weren't uncommon in our house. Serina was always complaining about something I'd done. God I hated Serina, she was you're stereotypical dumb blond with a tiny waist and big boobs. I turned off women the moment I met her. Anyway the arguments were always about what a handful I was, always getting in trouble, ditching school, and turning up drunk at school, smoking at school. I can't remember how many times I was expelled, I don't remember the last time I'd spent a year in a single school, I think at last count the record was a week. Well this time Serina and father were arguing over me again, but this time Serina had caught me in my room with my best friends cock halfway down my throat. I don't think she cared that I was gay, I think what pissed her off was that Courtney was just in the room down the hall, and he could hear everything that was going on. Not that Courtney was unfamiliar with my sexual practices; he's always catching me with some random guy. He's pretty understanding for a 14 year old. Anyway here we were, two brothers huddled under my covers as my father and stepmother shouted down in the kitchen. That's how loud they were, I was in the furthest room in the back and I still heard them.
"Damn it George, I can't handle it. He's always doing something, and he has no fucking respect for me." I actually snorted at that last comment; of course I have no respect for her, would you have respect for someone like my stepmother? Picture it? Big, bottle-bleached blond hair, huge boobs, a tiny, tiny waist, overly tanned skin, too much make-up and the tightest and shortest clothes you could imagine. Don't get me wrong I'm sure that if I were your normal, hormonally charged, straight 16 year old boy I'd probably be panting after her. But I was far from normal. "What's he done this time?" That was George, my father. He's always covering up for me, if half of what I'd done had somehow gotten to the papers my father definitely wouldn't be CEO of Australia's largest, multi- national company. I have no idea how he keeps my escapades out of the paper, but he somehow manages it. No matter how hard I try. "He was up in his room, giving that boy," she spat that boy, Serina can't stand Jordan, probably because he can see through her bullshit, "head, with Courtney just down the hall." "You're telling me my son's a faggot?" George spat out in disgust, kaching, it looks as though I've finally gotten to daddy dearest, if there's one thing the bastard can't stand its faggots. "Shit George, I thought you knew? He's always running around in leather, make-up and chipped nail polish." Yeah, yeah I'm you're stereotypical Goth gay boy, deal with it, but if you knew my father you'd know there was a reason for the image, the man's so thick it's not funny. "I thought he was just going through a phase." Father mourned, I almost laughed aloud, a phase I'd been going through for the past three years, and I don't care what anyone says phases do not last for three years. "Yeah well George it's time to face reality, you're son's gay. And he boys in his room with his younger brother down the hall." She explained. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? I lost control of the shit years ago." George told Serina. "I think it's time you sent him to boarding school? Maybe they can straighten him out?" Serina suggested. What the fuck? I thought as I sat up in the bed, they couldn't do that, what the fuck was I supposed to do in some prissy, boarding school?
"Casey, what's boarding school?" That's my brother Courtney, he's beautiful, 14 years old, big aquamarine eyes, slightly tanned skin and a slim, athletic body, if he weren't my brother I'd be chasing him. I guess he heard that comment about boarding school. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, hugging him; I was very close to Courtney. "Boarding school is where the wicked witch of the east," meaning Serina, "wants to send me. You'd only see me on holidays." I explained, "The rest of the year I'd be at this school." "But they can't send you there." Courtney cried that's the only thing wrong with Courtney, his over-sensitive. Always crying over the smallest thing. The kids at that school he goes to are always picking on him. "Hopefully father will tell her no, but I don't think we'll be able to stop them if they decide to." I tried to explain. "I'll tell them that I'll start following you're example." Courtney threatened, holding onto me tightly. Oh no, I couldn't have that happening, my life was fine for me, but Courtney's too sensitive for it, he deserves a good education, a beautiful wife and beautiful children and the perfect job. "Courtney you have to promise me you won't do that." I demanded I didn't want Courtney turning into a younger me. "Why?" he sniffed. "Because that life's not for you." I told him, "and if I hear that you've followed in my footsteps I'll come back and kick you're arse." And that was no idle threat. "Okay Casey," he agreed, his big eyes welling up with tears, "but what if they send you to this boarding school?" "It'll be okay Courtney, I'll send you emails every day." I told him, with emails I know that he'll get them. Since I'm pretty sure that father and Serina don't know Courtney's email id and password. "You promise?" Courtney demanded. "When have I ever broken a promise to you?" I ask him, it was the truth, I'm known for breaking my promises, but whenever I promise Courtney something, I make sure I keep it. He means too much to me, I can't lose him. "Never," He admitted grinning then crawled onto my lap and hugged me, even at 14 he was bigger than me, but I couldn't tell him to get off my lap. I loved him too much.
"CASEY!" My father called me; I sighed and carefully pushed Courtney off my lap. "You stay here Courtney," I order him, he nods his mop of sun-kissed blond hair and I know that he'll stay put, I don't like it when he witnesses my arguments with father and Serina, "I'll be back as soon as possible." "Okay Casey," he told me smiling brightly, I've never given him a reason not to believe me and I don't plan on starting now. I smile softly at my brother then exit the room and head downstairs. "Yeah?" I asked in my usual bored drawl as I enter the kitchen. "Is what Serina just told me the truth?" He demanded angrily. I raised a blond brow and kinked my leather-clad hip to the side. "Depends on what she said," I told him not giving him a yay or nay. "She said she caught you intercourse with one of your friends." I smirked at the language, sexual intercourse? Sex hasn't been called that in years. "I was fucking one of my friends? Is that what she said?" I asked just to get it straight. He paled and nodded, father was never one for using curse words, unless it was faggot. "Oh okay then, yes I was fucking Jordan, what about it? Or should I say Jordan was fucking me." I told him still smirking, preparing myself physically and mentally for the beating that was sure to follow. I wasn't disappointed, father lashed out by cuffing me across the face, I rubbed my cheek sheepishly, I'd definitely have a black eye in the morning. "She also said that you were doing , with you're brother just down the hallway." He told me angrily. I nodded again, and of course he hit me again, this time he slugged me in the gut. "Is that really necessary?" I spat out bent over double in pain. "I cannot believe this, my son is a flaming faggot, we're did I go wrong?" He asked no one in particular. "Oh I don't know I think it was about the time you married the slut," I told him breathlessly, motioning towards Serina who looked suitably offended. "You will not call your mother a slut." He shouted at me hitting me in my ribs again. "She's not my mother," I told him defiantly, "she's a gold digging whore, who only married you for your money, and if you weren't so enamored with ," I sneered, "you'd see that she's fucking every guy she comes across." "How dare you," she shouted and slapped me across the face. "Oh I dare, so who was it last night when father was working late? Father's accountant or was it that pimple faced teenager down the street, no I know it was both of them right?" I sneered at her, watching sardonically as her face paled in offense. I don't know whom she was kidding, the only person that doesn't know she's fucking anything that's straight, with a cock is father. Of course father laid into me after that, by the time I came to consciousness I was up in my room with Courtney looking after me.
"Why do you do it?" He asked me sadly, I knew what he was talking about. It was a common occurrence to see me beaten black and blue after one of my father's infamous arguments with me. "Because the whore deserves those accusations." I told him truthfully, there was the small hope that one day my father would actually believe me, though I doubted it. He didn't believe me with the last one until he'd caught her fucking the gardener four months into their marriage. "Maybe Casey, but he'll never believe you." Courtney told me truthfully. "I know Courtney, but I still hope." I told him just as truthfully, "so have you heard anything about Serina's suggestion?" "Yeah, you've been out for the night. Father started phoning up school's this morning. I think he found one, a catholic one." Courtney told me. Silent tears running down his face. "Come here," I told him holding out my arms for him, of course he lay down on the bed and curled up in them. I could feel his slim shoulders moving with the tears as I rubbed his back, "Love you Courtney," I told him holding him tightly. "I love you too Casey." He sniffled curling up against me.