Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 18:00:14 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 9

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(Fiction/fantasy, teen/high school romance, incest)

There was awkwardness at lunch on the Monday that followed the
memorial of JJ's mother.  Most people had heard that JJ's mom was
found dead and that he was living with us now.  Typical high school
gossip.  JJ living with us wouldn't have been a big deal prior to Jeff
protesting so much about JJ in front of all his buddies in the past.
Our group of friends seemed to be talking business as usual until JJ
and I sat down at the cafeteria table.  When JJ and I sat down, he
told the gang "hello".  No one spoke for a minute.  Jeff started
eating his sandwich.  Finally one of the guys spoke.

"We're sorry to hear about your mom, yo."

"Yeah," spoke another.  "We're sorry dude."

I hoped it wouldn't make JJ sink into another gloomy mood, but his
demeanor didn't change.  He stayed normal.

"Thanks guys..." was all he said.

Then others started talking about something that happened in one of
their classes.  Conversation broke off into two different groups
talking over each other.  That was typical of the group.  I relaxed
and ate my meatloaf plate.  It wasn't as good as what we made at home,
but it filled my stomach.  I noticed JJ was talking the new lesbian
type girl who'd been sitting at our table lately.  I was glad he did
it on his own without me having to start a chat to break the ice.

I looked over at Jeff and as part of our twin bond; his expression
told me he needed to speak alone.  After my stomach felt full and I
drank the last of my chocolate milk, the bell rang to signal the end
of the lunch hour.  I walked slowly with Jeff and let the others
wander off.

"Dude!  Alex texted me and wants to try to meet up again!" Jeff said excitedly.

I'd forgotten all about that guy--my brother's first online sex hookup
which had gone badly.  That dude had invited him over and when they
started fooling around, he told Jeff he literally stank.  I chuckled
to myself thinking about it.  Jeff didn't outright stink to me, but he
wasn't too organized nor did he go overboard with his hygiene.  He
showered but was a bit of a slob.  Living in a house of all men, you
get used to those smells and you forget what might offend others.

"Cool man...when are you gonna go meet him again?" I asked.

"I don't know yet.  I'll see you after school."

"Later man!" I said.

He looked all excited with flushed cheeks as he jogged on to his next class.

- - -

The classes leading up to P.E. were quite dull.  P.E. was the only
class I really looked forward to--it was easy, I loved exercise, I
could leave right after it was over, and I got to spend the hour
bullshitting with JJ.  On that day, the weather was horrible outside,
so the coach let us just work out in the weight room.  JJ and I worked
out together.  We had developed a mutual routine since our detention
hall days in the past.  When he finished his first set of chest
presses, he lay there on the bench and patted his stomach.

"Dude, I'm fat." he said with a laugh.

"You just have a gut.  You're not big anywhere else.  I don't know why
though...you don't eat near as much as me. I think it's because you
never do a lick of exercise except for this class."

"Whoa man, I walked home from school all the time.  I wasn't that
lazy." he said in defense.

"What did you do after you walked home?" I asked.

"I read and slept.  Sometimes I ate...beat off a lot.   Okay I get your point."

"You should go jogging with me.  Let's start on the next decent day!"

"Uh, okay man...sure."

We moved on to the next exercise to allow another dude access to the
equipment.   We exercised until the coached yelled for us to hit the
locker room.  JJ and I grabbed our backpacks and headed to the car.
The cold wind blasted our faces outside and we were still in our
shorts.  We hauled ass to the car and then tried to open the doors.
Jeff laughed as we tried to get as he locked the doors right before we
tried to get in.  I flipped him off then he popped the locks.

"Asshole!" I said.

He just laughed.  I wasn't really mad at him...we pulled that shit on
each other all the time.  I popped him hard on his upper arm as we got
inside.  Really hard.  He rubbed it and laughed some more.

"Teach you two to come out here in your skimpy shorts and tees.  It's
freezing out here!"

I just rubbed my legs and waited for the heater to warm up.  JJ acted
indifferently to Jeff goofing on us.

"Hey, I need to drop you two off.  I'm going to the mall." he told us.

"I wanna go!  I'll pull my pants on while we're driving." I replied.

"No!  I'm going alone.  You can use the car later if you want."

I asked, "Why are you going?"

He just frowned.  I kept looking at him.

"It's my business."

My intuition told me it had something to do with that guy he was
meeting up with again.  Maybe he was going to buy some new clothes or
something for their next date.

- - -

We rode home and he let us out.  JJ and I quickly ran inside to pull
some sweats on and then went back out to feed and water the dogs.
The wind was nasty and there were raindrops mixed in it.  We let the
dogs out for exercise, but even they wanted nothing to do with the
weather.  They just ran back into their dog house.  We locked the pen
back up and headed inside.

Dad arrived home just after us and told he found some freelance
welding work for a machine rental company.  He would be working
whenever they had an order to make some custom hauling trailer frames.
It would be some kind of income until he found a full time job.  He
was to get paid "off the books" in cash.

JJ and I did our homework together.  With his urging, I agreed to
actually read the story assigned to us in our English class.
Normally, I skimmed through a story the next day before class and made
mediocre scores on quizzes.  English was much more annoying than math.
Math had rules and it made sense, although it was tedious.  When we
had to write compositions, the teacher always tore mine apart.  When I
read a story, I never found the symbolism, tone, etc. that the teacher
found.  Sometimes a story was just a damn story.

Jeff and I would trade off homework for math--split up the assignments
and then copied the other half of the answers from one another.  Since
he went to that mall, I sat down to read the complete story the
teacher assigned.   That one wasn't nearly as bad as the others.  It
was an Edgar Allen Poe story and was kind of twisted. After I closed
my book and sighed in relief, we heard the car driving up outside
through the gravel.

"Wow!" was all JJ said when Jeff walked inside.

Wow was correct.  Jeff had gotten his hair drastically cut off.  Not
only did he look like someone else, he was fuckin' hot!

"Oh my god...you really got it all cut off!" I said.

I got up to look at it up close.  When I tried to touch it, he pushed
my hand away.

"Don't mess it up.  I wanna get picture of it in these clothes."

JJ and I exchanged glances.

"Bro, is that COLOGNE that I smell on you?" I asked.

I move my face near his and exaggerated sniffing him over like our dog
does sometimes.

"Get away dork!"

I winked at JJ and we followed Jeff into his bedroom and checked out
the new clothes he'd bought.  He bought some very trendy and expensive
shirts--mostly t-shirts.  He got a new pair of shoes, some cologne,
and a few pairs of socks with skulls and things on them.

"This is all really nice," JJ said.

Without any warning, Jeff stripped naked and tried on the new jeans
and tees.  He put on the new socks and shoes.   I took some photos of
him at different angles.  When he was done, dad walked by in the
hallway with an irritated look on his face.

"Your dad looks mad," JJ said quietly.

Jeff paid no attention to JJ as he stripped again and pulled on some
shorts.  He put the clothes on hangers or folded them up to put them
away.  JJ went to the bathroom to take a piss.  I headed to the living
room where dad was opening a beer.

"Jeff bought some badass clothes!" I told dad.  "Did you see his hair--whoa?"

"Nice to go blow money at a time like this," he said flatly.

I didn't say anything.  Dad kind of ruined the moment.  I looked
toward the hallway and saw Jeff with a hurt look on his face.  He'd
heard dad just as he was walking into the living room to show his new
look.  I wanted to tell dad, "fuck you!" but I just sat there and
looked at the TV.

Dad remained in his chair while we all watched TV.  He didn't bitch
any more so thing lightened as two of our favorite sitcoms played.
Jeff stayed behind in his room after dad's remark.   After an hour, JJ
began to yawn.

"I'm gonna hit the sack man...that cool?" he said.

"Yeah man, but it's kind of early for me.  I'll hang with my brother
for a bit.  I'll be in there later."

JJ got up and headed to the bedroom.   I pretended to go after him but
quietly slipped to dad's room in the dark.  I pulled the checkbook
from his top drawer.  I did it extremely quietly but the wood creaked.
I froze for a few seconds until I realized dad wasn't getting up for
anything.  I tiptoed with the checkbook to Jeff's room.

Once inside, he put down his pencil and moved his homework aside.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just seeing why dad's being a dick tonight."

The two of us flipped the ledger of the checkbook and saw the expenses
that dad paid each month.  We didn't realize there were a lot of
credit card bills.  Then there were the utilities, mortgage payment
for the land, groceries.  It all really added up.

"Maybe I'll go return all this stuff!" Jeff said sadly.

"Keep it dude...just don't buy thing else new for a while."

We were already paying for our phones and gas with the money we earned
on the weekends, but we never saved any money beyond that.  The last
time I'd saved up a lot I spent it all on that watch for JJ.

"Maybe JJ should get a job too while he's living here." he suggested.

"I'll bring it up.  I agree with you."

I heard dad doing something in the kitchen.

"You better go put that back in his drawer," he said.

Just before sneaking back down the hallway, I ran my hand across
Jeff's short hair.  It was a mix of spiked up bangs and closely
cropped sides at perfect angles to his facial structure.  The brief
touch of my brother's hair sliding against my palm gave me a slight
erection.

"It really looks good man!"

"Go put that up!" he said.

I hurried back to dad's room and tossed the checkbook in the drawer in
the dark and then slipped into my room.  JJ was fast asleep.  Standing
in the hallway between the two closed bedroom doors, I thought about
slipping back into Jeff's room for a quick blowjob.  He had made me
horny.  Then I heard JJ turning over in the bed.  I went to my room
instead.

There was no snoring...just the quiet sound of his breathing.  I pulled
off my shorts and slid under the covers with him.  I was naked, but he
had on a t-shirt and sweats.  He was so modest.  He stirred a little
and rolled halfway toward me.  I kissed him on the lips.  Then he woke
up.

"Hey man," he said.

I kissed him again and wrapped my leg over him.

"Let's fuck!" I whispered.

"Dude, I am so sleepy!  Let's do it tomorrow....cool?"

"Okay," I said.

He felt around under the covers and found my cock to be totally erect.
He chuckled.

"You horn-dog!" he said.  "You never go down."

He put his arm around me and turned onto his stomach.  I was on my
back with his left arm laying over me.  I was horny for sure, but it
was nice just being next to him in bed.  I had to do something about
the load that was dying to get out of me. I closed my eyes and started
thinking of getting fucked.

The image in my mind developed into JJ fucking me.  I imagined him
fucking me on the chest press bench at school.  I pictured the other
guys working out and paying no attention.   I thought of JJ fucking me
hard and then shooting a load through an explosive orgasm.  I imagined
Coach Martinez standing behind JJ with his coach outfit on but with
cock out.  After JJ pulled out, I fantasized of the coach ramming his
dick inside me.  Softly beating my meat, I came all over my leg.

I lay there staring up to the ceiling until I got really drowsy.   I
let the pool of cum roll down my leg onto the sheet.   I felt happy to
be in bed in my own home with my boyfriend.  I fell asleep just after...

- - -

Jeff got compliments about his haircut all day.  It was strange to see
him pop around a corner without the hairdo that was formerly identical
to mine.  The absence of bushy hair allowed attention to his face and
eyes.  He was really cute.  We talked in the hallway between classes
about everyone's reaction.

"So everyone was surprised huh?" I asked.

"Yeah man, now we can't pretend to be each other and fool everyone!" I told him.

"People that knew us well could always tell who is who," he remarked.

That barb was aimed at JJ mistaking Jeff for me upon that crazy night
weeks ago.  Luckily he wasn't nearby to hear it.  Jeff moved on toward
the cafeteria and I was alone until JJ appeared.

I'd brought sandwiches for JJ and me and we ate outside the cafeteria
on benches.  The sun was out and the temperature was nice.  Funny
thing about Texas, one week the temperature could be in the 30's and
the next in the 70's.  I wanted to enjoy the sunny day while we could.
We ate without saying much and enjoyed the relative peace and quiet.

Just after finishing eating my sandwich, I stretched backwards and ran
my fingers in my hair.  It was thick and wavy.  It was brushed and
parted on the side, but I wondered it was a still a bit much.  Hell, I
was sixteen already--not a skateboarder brat.   Maybe it was time for
a change for me too.   I crumpled up my paperback and tossed it into
the trash can nearby.  We saw Jeff leave the cafeteria strutting like
a "player".

"I think your older brother helped him with all that," JJ said.

He spoke out of the blue regarding Jeff's new look.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"No offense, but Jeff's really casual.  He's not one to fuss with
major primping.  He gets bored shopping for clothes and for sure he's
not one to graze the Foley's cologne counter."

I was impressed with JJ's sense of observation.

"And I heard him talking to Dean on the phone on the toilet.   He told
him to meet him at the mall."

So much for his power of observation.  He was a good eavesdropper for
sure.  As we split up and walked to different classes, I made a mental
note to ask Dean if my hair was also a mess.

- - -

JJ and I went Christmas shopping together at the mall two days before
the holiday.  I picked out a shirt for him but he didn't know.  I
pretended to lose him in a busy store and then hauled ass to Dillard's
to buy him a Polo brand shirt.  Once I found him again, I finished
shopping for the others.  I got dad a new wallet and Jeff wheels for
his skateboard.  I got Dean and Dave gift cards.  I knew JJ wanted to
get me something but had no money.  That was when I suggested he
should look for a job after the holidays.  He seemed open to the idea.

Christmas day was fun with lots of goofing around from everyone.
Dave and Dean spent the night and we exchanged gifts the next morning.
They stayed and visited until lunch time at which they headed out to
visit Dave's mother and step family.  After company left, Jeff dozed
on the couch and dad disappeared to his room.  JJ and I went to my
room to fool around.  Once inside the door, I stripped naked and tried
to pull off JJ's shirt.

"Hold off man...I didn't give you my gifts."

I was surprised.  I thought maybe dad had given him some cash to buy
something for me.  He dug around in the drawer that I was letting him
use.  He pulled out two really cool t-shirts.

"Wow man, these are awesome.  Dad gave you money, huh?"

"Well, naw man...I just had to get you something."

"My brother gave you money?" I asked.

He just shrugged playfully.  Then it hit me.

"Dude, did you get this with a five finger discount?"

He just grinned mischievously.

"Wow....well okay.  That's wild."

I couldn't believe he'd shoplifted the stuff.  If he had been caught
doing it with me, then we both could have been arrested.  Dad would
have killed me.  Worse yet, he'd have booted JJ out of the house.  JJ
looked so happy though...I gave him a big kiss.

We lay there and began a heavy make out session.  Finally, he pulled
his damn shirt off without me asking.

"You know when you weren't here we'd all go naked," I said.

"Yeah, you told me!"

"It would be hot to see you walking around buck naked too!"

"Haha...what if I got a hard on dude?" he asked.

"Who cares?  They won't."

I didn't dare tell that running around naked was one of the tamest
things done in the house.  When Dean and Dave lived there someone
might have started having sex anywhere in the house regardless of who
was watching.

"Take all of your clothes off man!" I urged.

"It's fucking winter dude."

"So, the heater is on.  That's what blankets are for."

Finally he relented and stripped naked for me.  I ditched my shorts.
He stood in front of me and played with his ball sac and stroked
himself hard.  The dark pubic hair above his dick glistened in the
lamp light.

"I wanna suck your dick," he said.

It was nice to see him in a frisky mood.

"What are you waiting on?" I said.

I scooted back to the headboard and reclined on the pillows.  I
clasped my hands behind my head and spread my legs open.  I was
immediately hard.  He lay on his stomach and slid up to where his face
met my cock.  He started licking on my nuts for starters.  It felt
really nice.  The more he licked them I moaned.  I sighed deeply as he
took them both into his mouth and closed it tightly over them.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned.

His drove his fingers in and out of my thin bush and lightly bit down
on the skin and then let go.  He could have sucked my balls all day
for all I cared, but he moved on to my penis after a while.  After
giving it a through tongue bath, he went down on me.  His fingers
continued to play with my nuts.  He wasn't good at going all the way
down yet, but he kept trying.  Whenever he came close to it made me
swoon.

"God damn that feels so good, JJ".

I rested my feet on his back and rubbed my toes together.  Just then
the bedroom door opened and Jeff opened his mouth to talk but closed
it quickly.  Immediately at the same time, dad walked by.  Sensing my
body tensing, JJ looked at the door immediately and only saw it
closing.

"What happened?" he asked.

My dick fell to the side and his sloppy drool dripped off of it onto my thigh.

"Nothing.  Jeff barged in.  Don't worry about it."

He kept his head up and his shoulders tensed.

"Go back to sucking me off,"

He hesitated.

"You know he's gay.  He doesn't give a shit.  Serves him right for not
knocking."

Actually, the only time any one knocked on a door was if tried to
enter dad's room and was in a bad mood.  I'd have gladly had sex with
the bedroom door open.

JJ went back to sucking my dick.  I tried to relax again and closed my
eyes.  I day-dreamed thinking of the first time my brother and I
busted in on Dean beating off.  For several days, Dean kept hiding out
in his room and we wanted to know why.  When we finally burst in, he
was naked with his dick lubed and was jacking hard.  He didn't even
stop after we walked in.  My brother and I sat on each side of his bed
watching in amazement (naked also of course).  I remembered the room
was stuffy and Dean had sweat on his forehead.

Soon enough, Dean's dick began squirting cum all over.  It didn't seem
weird to me at all when Jeff stuck his finger in Dean's cum and tasted
it.  "It sure ain't pee!" he said.  He laughed and I did the same.
Dean just rubbed his dick on his sheet and rolled over to nap.  Jeff
and I were nasty boys.  Before our sexual years began, we were always
playing gross out games.  We had done piss play in the tub, tasted
boogers, tried to out-fart each other, etc.  We were typical boys.  So
eating Dean's cum was nothing shocking to me.

During the days that followed, we kept asking Dean to jack off again
over and over until he started telling us to do the work.  We thought
it was exciting and argued about who was going to jack him off or get
the load.  We'd try to make the cum squirt on us.  We got smart
eventually and realized we could do it to ourselves and it would feel
even better.  We had both turned twelve when we tried to jack off and
shot our own small loads.  Just after that, Dave moved next door and
another set of new experiences began.

Thinking about jacking off my big brother really turned me on.  JJ was
working my cock over good and I couldn't hold out any longer.  I
gripped his head and fucked it.

"UGHHH!" I yelled.

I let go after my dick was done squirting and opened my eyes.  Cum
drooled down his sexy chin and he was coughing from the hard
face-fuck.  I pulled him up to me for me to receive a long,
sperm-filled kiss.  We just cuddled under the covers for the rest of
the evening.

When we got up, both of us put on just shorts to walk out to the
kitchen.   Just as we did, dad's voice called from his room.

"Go on, I'll be right there." I told JJ.

"What's up dad?'

He spoke very quietly.

"You and I need to talk about him.   What he knows and doesn't know.
You gotta be discreet, son."

"Chill dad, we were monkeying around privately...I didn't have the door
open.  Bubba opened it when you walked by..."

My voice stayed calm and quiet, but I spoke assertively to dad for once.

"Then tell Jeff not to barge in anymore.  I told JJ we sometimes
walked around naked but that's it.  The rest is too much for him
anyway.  I'll be discreet!"

"Okay" was all he said about that.  "Close the door son, I'm gonna get
comfortable and relax."

I closed his door.  I figured that meant dad was gonna get naked and
rub one out.  Without Dean and Dave around, we'd caught him doing that
instead quite often.  I wondered if he was still seeing that lady who
he used to go fuck now and then.  Feeling bold--and knowing dad's door
was shut--I dropped my shorts in the hall and put them on the dryer.
I walked on to the kitchen and laughed at the shocked look on JJ's
face.

"Whoa man!  You gonna walk around naked from now on?"

"Naw...dad's in bed.  Jeff's probably beating off to porn.  I'm just chillin'."

He couldn't take his eyes off me.  I saw his dick was getting hard.

"It's your turn now man...pull it out."

He nervously pulled his dick out and I went completely down on it.  He
leaned against the sink with each hand supporting his weight on the
edge of the counter.   I pulled out his nuts and admired his near
naked state.  I rubbed my hands up his hairy legs up into his boxers.
 My head bobbed up and down.   In the past he'd been so timid and
scared.  Now he seemed to be turned on by being so brazen.  I looked
up at him and he just stared toward the bedrooms.  Well, part of him
was still nervous I figured, but I kept on sucking.

On my knees, I was torn between sucking him to completion and forcing
his dick up my ass.  I could easily jack another load while he fucked
me.  As I got up and turned around, I saw what he was staring at:
Jeff naked and masturbating.  I said nothing as my brother stood there
whacking his cock.  He sat down on one of the dining chairs and spit
on his hand.  He kept jacking.

I reached over and opened a cabinet.  I lifted out the bottle of
cooking oil.  I poured a generous amount in my hand and rubbed it all
over JJ's dick.  I backed into him and pulled his rod into my hole.
After several wiggles, the slick oil allowed him total access.   With
my hands on the edge of the stove, I bent over some and let JJ do his
thing.  He put his warm arms around me chewed on my ear.  His tongue
forced itself into my ear and poked it hard.  He fucked me deep and
slow by moving almost all the way out before the head popped and then
pushed it back inside.

"You're so fucking hot!" he whispered in my ear.

Then he bit it slightly.  I tightened my ass ring more around his
cock.  His fingers roamed all over my ass and in my greasy crack.  His
fingertips traced all around my hole as he fucked it.  Then he reached
up and stuck his greasy fingers in my mouth.  I was jacking off and
nearly lost my load right then.  I sucked the oily fingers and nibbled
as they probed my mouth.  I felt his fingers trying to grab my tongue
but it was too slick.  He fucked my mouth with his middle finger.

His other hand held onto my ribs.  I moved it up to my tit.  He got
the hint and began tweaking my nipple.  He made it really hard and
pinched it.  I couldn't take it and shot my small load onto the floor.
JJ's dick must have felt my butt tensing up and he began cumming.  He
gripped me in a bear hug and lifted me off the floor while he came.
After he was done, I felt something warm on my leg.  Jeff was
squirting his own load onto my and JJ's legs.  We each got one squirt
on us.

After Jeff was done, he grabbed a paper towel, wiped the floor, and
walked to his room.  JJ was out of breath and felt warm and sticky
against me.

"Holy fucking Moses," he said.

He unhooked me from his waist and his dick slid out.  I rubbed my hole
because it was tingling.

"I need a shower man!" he said.

Personally, I'd have just as easily preferred him covered in cum and
my scent, but I humored him.  We both walked to the bathroom and took
a hot, long shower together.  Still feeling frisky, we kissed some
more until we felt the hot water going cool.  We hopped out and dried
each other off.  He never said a word about Jeff watching us fuck.

- - -

Jeff and I both worked during the Christmas holidays.  I'd suggested
finding a job to JJ.  I let him use my cell number to receive calls
for his applications.  He'd applied at a few places, but no one called
him.   With Jeff and me swapping the car back and forth and having
opposite schedules, I wasn't sure how JJ would get to work anyhow.
Dad suggested I put in a good word for him at work.  I was cool with
working with JJ if it happened.

Eventually, JJ filled out an application for a stocker at the store.
We were often shorthanded as high school guys would come and go.  Some
guys would work for a few months until something better came along and
then they were gone.   I told my boss about JJ needing a job.  I was
confident in his physical ability.  I was unsure of JJ's work ethic
though, but I kept that to myself.

So, JJ had an interview with my boss.  According to JJ, it was kind of
awkward.  My manager gave him the job, though in the end.  I figured
he did it for me as a favor.  I didn't want to let him down, so I
decided I'd make sure JJ pulled his weight.

My boss paired JJ with me the first night.  I gave JJ a rundown of
what a typical night was like, gave him a tour of the store, etc.  He
seemed eager to do the work, so I let him help me unpack the pallets
on a difficult aisle.  With his box cutter, he was quick and got the
groceries out fast.  He broke the boxes down just like I showed him.
Later, I let him work on his own.  Once done, we took all the trash to
the stockroom and crushed it in the compactor.  We helped out some the
other guys until all the stocking was done.

After we all took a break, I put him to work front-facing the shampoo
row.  I walked around with a scanner gun and ordered some of the
specialized products that weren't automatically shipped like diapers,
women's menstrual pads and stuff, condoms, etc.  During our last
break, he and I went outside to cool off.

As we sat there chatting, he pulled a candy bar out of his pocket.

"Dude, I thought you were broke."

"I am," he said.

"Fuck man, did you swipe that candy bar?  Damn dude..."

"I was fuckin' hungry.  You had me working like a horse!"

"Don't do it again...swear to me you won't."

He rolled his eyes.  I stood up and looked him right in the face with
my chest touching his.

"Swear to it!" I said though my teeth.

"Okay man...I won't fucking take anything."

I sighed.

"From here." he added.

"NO man.   Not from anywhere.  Are you a klepto?"

He rolled up the candy bar wrapper and tossed it into an empty shopping cart.

"How the fuck else do you think I had anything ever?  Try going with
your mom to a church's charity store and having your mom beg for you
to have new jeans.  Then she tells them she hasn't a dime but goes
home buys a bunch of pills from the thug she's screwing.  Have you
ever had to ask your next door neighbor to use her washing machine
when your power got cut off?"

My face turned red as some late night shoppers exited the store and
heard JJ talking kind of loud.  They looked away when I made eye
contact with them.

"Yeah, I've stolen some shit.  I've been busted for it too.  Why do
you think my mom didn't believe that watch was given to me?  She
thought I stole it because we had no god damn money to buy anything
but food.  After rent was paid with her disability check, she blew the
rest on drugs."

"Okay, stop it!" I said firmly.  "I get it.  I do.   But you don't
have to do that stuff anymore.  You got a job, a roof over your head,
and a dude that gave you a chance even though no one else could stand
you."

I put my foot in my mouth.  The dismal gloomy expression set in again.
He stood there glassy eyed on the verge of crying.

"I c-can't believe I said that dude," I mumbled.

"You're cute when you stutter.  I think our break is up."

He smiled weakly and turned to walk back into the store.  My stomach
was tight and I regretted the whole conversation--but I couldn't let
him get busted or be associated with his shoplifting bullshit.  It was
going to be a long night...

To be continued...

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