I'm Not Gay, I Think

Chapter 7

Author's note: Fucccccck. Head aches are bitches. I want to shoot myself. Well anyway, the only way people who read my story can get happiness is through my blood, sweat, tears and pain when I write this story. Anyways, I know about the minimum of american football as possible. Please don't hate me. Fuck, how am I going to write this without people cringing to death?

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I wake up to be greeted by a nice Saturday morning, a three day weekend awaits me. The big game is tomorrow and I get to relax all day. Well I thought so until I heard my dad yell. The peaceful Saturday seems to be leaving me and its barely 8 in the morning!

I walk downstairs wondering what made my dad so angry. My mom seemed a little mad herself. Did they figure out my secret? Oh shit, oh God no! I went over and saw they were 'Skyping' or whatever its called with my sister. What the fuck happened? Apparently not anything good.

"What do you mean by girlfriend?" My dad asked pretty pissed off.

Oh so that's why. Looks like my secret still safe, but my sister is going to get ruined.

"Exactly what it sounds like." My sister says calmly.

"Are you gay?" My mom asked nervously, probably not wanting to know the truth.

"Yes, I've been hiding this from you for a while. Sorry." My sister said a little bit guilty, but still sounding calm.

My parents actually looked disgusted. What the fuck? That's so fucked up! She's your own daughter! She's my sister. I don't care if she's a stripper selling her body for fucking crack. Yes, that would be awkward if she was, but I don't give a damn. Being gay isn't that bad.

"Hey Asher, how's it going?" She asks nicely, spotting me in the corner of the room.

"Ah fine. How's your life?" I asked replying with the same calm tone.

"Kind of had a bad start, but I'm going to see you at dinner and your game tomorrow." She said.

"Really? I can't wait. So many things I would love to tell you." I said cheerfully.

"Great! Can't wait." She said and hanged up the call.

My parents were being complete dicks about this. I will try my best to shine some light on this for my older sister. Actually who am kidding? Now that I know she's not a homophobic I'm going to tell her about Conner. Nice to know I have someone to talk to.

After I get some cereal and my parents stop arguing about how they messed up or something. I went upstairs, didn't know they would be that upset about not having grandchildren. I decided to text my sister.

'How are you handling all of the scolding?' I texted.

'Fine, just to rub it in there faces I'm going to have sex. Not that you needed to know that, but you aren't a homophob.' She texted.

'You are right I didn't need to know that and I'm also not a homophob. But I am something else." I texted, trying to get her attention. I got attention fast, I have no idea how someone can text that fast but they can.

'Asher are you gay!?" She texted faster then the speed of light.

'Maybe.' I texted.

'Why the hell have you not told me you are gay? Who is the lucky man? Do you wear protection? You fucking better wear protection! Who's on top? Do mom and dad know? What's it like? Are you guys going steady or do you do it every chance you get?' She texted again, faster then the speed of sound. (If I were to display all the questions I would probably die.)

'Oh God. One question at a time plz.' I texted back overwhelmed.

After I answered ALL of her 2 million questions and she was satisfied with her answers, I decided to text Conner. I can't become even whiter. So I told him all the good news about my sister. He was actually interested, he wanted to meet her. Besides the constant fear of my parents figuring out my 'little' secret, life was pretty good. I discovered that I have a gay sister.

When my sister got here, I was pretty excited. She even brought her girlfriend just to prove it. My parents were probably trying so hard to keep the smiles on their faces. We aren't the type of family to go bad shit insane in front of people that aren't in our family. This is going to be an interesting night.

My sister and I never really fought that much. We got along pretty well. I shook my sister's girlfriend's hand. Her name was Sarah Michelas. She seemed nice. My parents would be lying if they said that they didn't like her. They were chatting up a storm. I told my sister she could meet Conner tomorrow and the could do that whole big sibling picks on younger ones boyfriend or whatever big siblings do. Anyway, at least my parents stopped being jerks about the whole situation. I had to make sure Sarah was good for my sister and she was.

Now I guess my parents are fine with my sister and her girlfriend, if not they would be have to be Broadway actors. I've got no guts so I'd rather keep it a secret for now. To be honest I don't know how my parents would react if they found out that I was getting fucked by another man, I would probably never see the light of day again.

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Time skip to before football game
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"Conner this is my sister, Alex." I said quickly. My parents were looking for seats while Sarah found her brother, who was Joshua. I guess life just connects some time, or theres not many people with older sisters who just happen to be gay and going to the same college as your older sister, who also turns out to be gay, and when it also turns out that both of your sisters also were in the same grade since Kindergarten.

"Pleasure to meet you." He said and shook her hand.

"Do you guys use protection?" She asked seriously. She really had to ask him this question.

"Yes." Conner said honestly.

"Nice to meet you too. I'm so glad Asher found a good person to be with." She said smiling.

The game was about to start so I quickly gave Conner a kiss on the cheek and ran to the benches.

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Another time skip
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We crushed them. They had no chance of ever winning. 49-7 and we win. I'm really happy. Well I was until coach brought all of us, including our families, together. My sister wasn't here, she was getting 'closer' with Sarah. It got awkward really fast. My parents were here and Conner was too, he was just hanging around me just because of the whole parents situation. I was walking on a very, very tight rope. I was so worried and lost in thought that I barely heard coach call my name.

"Asher, you did amazing. Come here." My coach said smiling.

I walked up to him and he put a hand on my back.

"I personally think Asher does amazing and I think that people don't give him enough credit. Some people treat gay people very poorly and I think that it doesn't matter if you are gay or straight or whatever. Good job Asher." My coach said.

Very inspirational, I would probably cry tears of joy if I heard this, but instead I'm going to die because my parents are going explode, figuring out that both of their beloved, cherished, and perfect children are gay. Fuck, fuck, fuck, did I say fuck enough? Fuck.

I could see the look on their face too. First it was confusion, then realization, then after the color drained from their face, anger. Oh God, I'm screwed, aren't I?

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Author's Note: I know drama! It makes stories interesting, I just figured that out. Prepare for lots of drama, I have everything that I'm going to write planned out. Still, I love it when people comment and tell my their incredible and gay ideas. I also love it when you vote on my chapters. I swear I'm not a vote whore.