Step Brothers

Part One

"You're so hot."

"Right back at you tiger."

"Talk dirty to me."

"I want you to make me scream, make me yell your name make me...."

"Luke!"

"...... Oh yeah right there baby!"

"Luke!"

"Oh, I'm close."

"Luke Robert Hemmings!"

Hastily ripping my earbuds out of my ears I slammed my laptop closed mid moan and turned to face to the door just as my Mom walked in.

"What where you doing?" She demanded, hands on her hips, meaning business.

"What?" I asked.

"What were you doing?" She repeated, "Didn't you hear me calling you."

"Oh, uh, no, no I could not. Sorry Mom." I apologized quickly, glancing down at my crotch where I was about to burst out of my pants.

"Why are you acting so weird?" She asked slowly.

"Weird? Me? What? No. How am I acting weird. I'm not being weird, you're being weird."

Looking at me like she was insane and wanted to press the issue she hesitated for a moment before letting out a dramatic sigh.

"I've been calling you for twenty minutes." She informed me.

"Oh sorry," I mumbled, "Why what's up?"

"We're leaving," she answered, her eyes dancing with excitement.

"Remind we have to move in with Carl again?" I questioned.

"Because he's my husband," Mom sighed, referring to the boring seemingly never ending wedding I had been forced to attend the night before.

"Can't you just wait until like, next year when I move out?" I sighed.

"Luke," she groaned, glancing around my empty bedroom, "We've been over this, I can't afford this house anymore now that you're too old for child support."

"Why can't we go live with grandma then?" I huffed.

"Luke," she warned, "There is nothing wrong with Carl, he's a great guy and he loves me and you..."

"Ugh!" I gagged interrupting her, "Don't use Carl and the l word in the same sentence, especially not if that sentence is about me."

Rolling her eyes, Mom crossed her arms over her chest, "Luke, can you act your age please. Carl is a great guy who cares about you a lot and is very excited for us to move in. Plus he has a son who's around your age, you've always wanted a brother."

"I have a brother!" I cried, "I don't need another one!"

"Luke!" She snapped, "I'm done. I've tried to be nice but you're being impossible! I don't want to hear another word about it until your butt is in the car!"

Sighing I slowly rose to my feet and tucking my laptop under my arm shuffled out of the room I had grown up in for the last time, down the stairs, around the corner and out the front door.

As Mom locked the door behind us I shuffled over to the passenger seat of our crappy, blue Neon and got in.

Mom joined me soon after, fiddling with the radio until finding the classical music channel where some Vivaldi concerto was playing.

"What if he's a murderer." I said as we pulled out of the driveway.

"Luke," Mom sighed.

"He could be!" I argued, "we could be his next victims just walking right into his trap!"