Teen Years - Big Mouth (Updated Version)

07

I'd decided to skip school and get a headstart on Jay's house. I knew if you'd never cleaned a day in your life, his house was not the place to start. I asked to borrow a bit of money from Judd but he waved me off, just handing me his wallet instead. "That kid is a fucking nut but his brothers are worse. Be careful." He warned, just asking that I lock his wallet up. Easy. I agreed.

I drove to the nearest superstore and headed inside, grabbing a cart. Sheets, new blankets, cleaning supplies, a new mop. Hell, I even bought Jay a few new outfits. It was mostly because holes kept popping up, too many to fix or patch. And I was tired of turning around to see Jay goose-egging Nick and Andrew through the holes.

I bought many packs of socks for him and his brothers, splitting the load evenly between them. Nick had told me the night before during one of his outbursts that I was "treating Jay like a special needs project". We were all fairly used to it by now but I got down in his face and screamed at him the way he did everyone else. Not appreciated. Never was when he did it either, though. I only started to scream when a ketchup bottle was thrown.

I helped Jay because no one else was going to - besides Elliott and Diane but there was only so much they could do. Andrew's home life sucked but he had something. Nick's was fairly perfect, even if Elliott was pretty embarrassing occasionally. Jessi was dealt shit too but at least she now had Greg, Caitlyn, and her mom. Judd thought it was kinda sweet. I was usually the one in the relationship more capable and willing to do nice things and show my emotions. But I was more like Judd than I let on.

I had bought several things of sheets just so they'd have something to put on their beds when I'd do laundry. Jay had the ability to learn things, he could figure out how to do laundry. His brothers did not and could not. I'd bought a few laundry baskets, the mesh pop up ones that hang from the door so you can play laundry basketball. I figured that would make them more likely to use it. I drove to Jay's house, humming quietly. I said a long hello to Luda, slipping him some bacon from breakfast. "Good boy, Luda."

I started with the living room. It was fairly easy, dirty but easy. The kitchen was after, the appliances used to cook were impeccably clean. Everything else was not. I deep cleaned each room, avoiding his mom's.

I stopped when I got to Jay's room. The mess itself wasn't bad but the smell was. Rotting cum and food. That's what the smell was. I covered my face with a bandana and began to clean, scrubbing harder than I'd had to in the other rooms. I dug through the bags and put on special sheets that I'd gotten Jay specifically. Nick and Andrew both had told me stories about Jay and he shared some of his interests, making it easier to help.

I'd chosen waterproof baby blue sheets with different magicians 'tools' spread across them as Jay called them. Wands, cards, hats, rabbits, hats with rabbits. I placed a mattress protector under the sheets just in case. I draped the new black blanket over his bed. I carefully hand washed his pillows and added a little note on top of them.

Had to be washed Jay. You don't want an infection in your dick from dirty pillows, you can't use it for a long time while it heals. -Dylan

Everyone knew what he did with his pillows, he'd tell you. Usually unprompted. I washed all of his dirty linens and clothes, putting away his new ones. The clean ones were put away with the new ones before I hung the laundry basket up.

Val's room. I had doubled masked after being able to smell it from the hallway with the door closed. His room wasn't the hardest but I wished it had been. I wished it had capped out there. I gagged occasionally as I repeated the steps from Jay's room. He got plain red sheets with matching pillowcases and a matching blanket. All of his things were thrown in the wash. I put everything up neatly and organized everything, putting a label on each drawer. That way, not even Val could be confused.