eccentric 》 muke | cashton

‣ calum

The thing about secrets is you have to be careful who you tell them to. Otherwise, you'll get dragged to some dumb ass support group by your stepbrother. I didn't even know there were support groups for mentally ill people. Not that I am mentally ill...

Okay, maybe I am.

I used to have a problem with people forgetting my name. It started when my grandfather wa diagnosed with Alzheimer's. We used to be really close and then he couldn't even remember my name. That got to my head and whenever anyone would mistake my name, I'd assume they had Alzheimer's.

As I got older, the fear not only grew but it developed. I began getting worried that in the future, whoever I used to know or have relationships with would forget about me. I didn't like that.

I wanted people to remember me.

That's why I started sleeping with everyone. And I mean everyone. It got so out of hand that when I wasn't in bed with someone, I became deprived and needed sex. I really don't know how it lead to this, I was once afraid of a disease and being forgotten and now I'm reaching all types of lows just to have an orgasm.

Anyway, that lead to another issues.

Have you ever met someone who sleeps with their stepbrother? I didn't quite mean to... For the first year of our parents marriage he'd been away at boarding school. Then my dad left- I don't even want to get into that and I was left alone with a woman I barely knew and her annoyingly handsome son. He'd only been living at my house for a month before it happened. He caught me crying about my dad one night and we had a nice talk and developed a great friendship. He was the one- the main person that couldn't forget me. I wouldn't allow it. So I slept with him.

But then when I began getting deprived, I turned to him. I mean come on, we're both horny teenagers who have needs. It started out just a little, anytime I needed a shag, he'd be there for me.

But then it got out of control. No one caught us yet. And no one will. It's our little secret.

But that's not the secret that got me into support group. It's not my fear of people forgetting my name, it's my stupid lust addiction that according to Tobias and because of STD's will kill me. I honestly thought he was joking at first.