Step Brothers

Part Six

Pulling to a stop outside a house much larger than the one the two of us shared, Calum lowered the music and turned to face me.

“You look retarded.” He informed me.

“Retard….Retard isn’t a very nice word.” I informed him, “It’s extremely offensive. It’s the N word or um… or lik….”

“Luke, shut up.” Calum groaned, “We’re going to go over some rules.”

“What kind of rules?” I questioned.

“Rule number one.” Calum replied, “You can’t wear that.”

Glancing down at my khakis and polo then over to Calum who was rummaging around in the backseat. After a small eternity he held up a wrinkled Nirvana tee.

“This will have to do.” He muttered, “Put it on.”

“I’m not putting it on.” I snapped, “Why is it even back there, it’s dirty.”

“It’s not dirty.”

“Did you wear it?”

“Yeah, for like five minutes. Then I was fucking a bitch in the backseat so I took it off now put it on.”

“Referring to females as bitches as extremely offensive.”

“Your breath is offensive.” He scoffed, chucking a package of gum at me.

Frowning I threw the gum back at him before reluctantly shrugging on the shirt.

“Rule number two.” Calum sighed, “If you tell anyone that you’re my…. That your Mom married my Dad I will shove my foot so far up you ass you’ll taste my toes until Christmas.”

“What story are we going with then?” I scoffed, “I’d rather shoot myself in the eye with a Velcro tipped Nerf bullet then say I’m friends with you.”

“Fuck no!” Calum laughed, “You’re not my friend! You’re a foreign exchange student.”

“Why?”

“Your name is Gunther and you’re from Germany.”

“I don’t know German.”

“Don’t talk.”

“I can’t just not talk.”

“You’re mute. You were abused as a baby and someone poured hot water down your throat.”

“No! Oh my…That’s awful! What’s wrong with you?”

Ignoring me, Calum pulled his key out of the ignition and climbed out of the vehicle.

Frowning I also cut out.

“Just…. Don’t do anything dumb.” Calum muttered shoving his hands into his pockets and starting towards the house, “I don’t want to explain to our parents why some girl is pregnant next month.”

My eyes widening, I followed him up the damp from lawn to the porch. Not bothering to knock or ring the doorbell, Calum opened the front door and led the way inside.

Immediately, my heart began to race. It was too loud, too crowded and too, bad. The whole place smelled like body order, puke, alcohol and something distinctly unpleasant then I knew without experience was….

“It smells like sex in here.” Calum laughed, voicing my opinion.

Fighting down the bile rising in my throat I looked around the crowded room, my eyes widening at the sight of a couple inhaling each other’s faces on the couch, his hands down her pants and hers under her shirt.