There are many disadvantages to living in a small two bedroom apartment. Many disadvantages. But every once in a while, things get hilarious. My boyfriend of six years and I were already cramped in the place with its paper thin walls and freezing cold floors.
But when my deadbeat brother needed a place to stay between jobs, I couldn’t say no. Even with his smelly feet and complete lack of ability in the dish washing arena, I loved him and wanted to support him.
but I also wanted to help my boyfriend stay optimistic and keep him happy. However I could. Especially sexually, as that tends to keep him calm, even in the bitter storm of my brother emptying out the fridge in one of his midnight eating frenzies.
One night, after eating an incredible Mexican dinner (complete with at least six different types of beans), my boyfriend and I were back in our bedroom getting our groove on. I heard the door to the bathroom which was right next to our room closed and the water started running.
“He’s in the shower.” I said mischievously. “So we got about ten minutes of loud, noisy sex time.”
He grinned as he pulled me closed and started kissing me in the way he knew drove me crazy. He growled and pulled my hair just a little. And I growled back. I should have been lost in the moment, feeling everything that he was throwing at me, his tight half stripped body rubbing against mine. But instead, my mind was elsewhere.
After making a few moves that generally revved my engine and me not reacting, he whispered, “What’s up? I doing most of my best work here, and I’m getting nothing.”
Caught. FUCK. SHIT. DAMMIT!
“I’m sorry. I just… Well, I know it’s stupid, but I just realized that that’s the sink water running, not the shower.” I glanced at the clock and calculated in my head… Twenty minutes, that’s how long the sink had been running. What the hell?
“What’s more important that,, or this?” He asked, as he flicked his tongue inside my hip and worked his way up. This was the “I-ready-to-go” gesture. It was time to get down to business, of the climaxing kind. I temporarily forgot about anything having to go with my brother and focused on this man ready to wear out of my body.
Another twenty minutes (and several climaxes) later, I emerged from the bedroom exhausted, but in desperate need of water. There was my brother laying on the couch watching TV.
I contemplating getting the water and leaving the questions until tomorrow, but curiosity got the best of me.
“Bro, why were you running the faucet for twenty minutes? I mean, I don’t care. It was just a little strange.”
He slowly blushed and then whispered, “You know I can hear you guys having sex, right?”
Drinking the water I had just poured myself, I almost choked. We had tried to be super quiet with the sex.
FAIL.
It was my turn to blush and then get angry. I didn’t know why I was angry, I just was. “What the fuck does that have to do with the sink running?” I asked, as I set the glass in the sink overflowing with dirty dishes.
“I didn’t want to cock block you with my bathroom noises,” he responded quietly.
I barely make it back to the bathroom before collapsing on the bed and laughing harder than I had ever laughed in my life.
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