His little stepbrother ddlb 18+

Chapter 3 Chad

I stayed on my bed as soon as I got home, trying to make sense of

what I saw yesterday, trying to find every possible explanation

for it.

Maybe it was a medical thing. Like incontinence. Or a fresh wound

somewhere down there that needed extra protection. Or some kind of internal

bleeding. Or a weak intestine.

Yeah. It must be one of those. Why else would a grown man - even

though he’s just eighteen - wear diapers?

I pondered on whether or not I should ask him about it. I decided not to. It

might be too intrusive a question. I, myself, wouldn’t want to be asked if I

was the one who had to wear diapers. It’s just something that felt very, very

personal... something that I just expected people to respect.

I grabbed a stick of Marlboro Light and started to walk towards the

window for a smoke. Then, I almost tripped on something. Thankfully, I was

able to regain my balance just in time. I looked at the damn thing that almost

caused me to stumble.

It was Alex’s jurassic suitcase!

Somehow, it fell on the floor. The shabby suitcase couldn’t even keep

itself up, so it seemed.

Instinctively, I tried to get it back up. I held the rusty handle and pulled

the baggage upwards. But the cover was unzipped. Its contents spilled on the

floor. s**t!

I quickly knelt beside the stupid suitcase to clean up the mess I made. I

had to hurry. I didn’t want Alex to catch me like that. God knows what he’d

think! He might get the impression that I was rummaging through his stuff.

Instinctively, I picked up the things that were most familiar to me.

Clothes. A couple of books. Some papers. A few pens. Grooming items. I

was in such a haste that I didn’t even bother to study them.

Then, I grabbed something the type of which didn’t immediately register

in my head. I felt its shape before anything else: one side was made of round

plastic that was a big as a quarter of my palm and had a handle made of

similar material; the other end was tubular and made of rubber which was

soft and elastic and had a small hole on its tip much like a...

Nipple?

I drew the object closer to my face to get a good look at it. It was then

when my suspicion was verified.

I was holding a pacifier!

I threw it back to the luggage and continued to survey the remaining

articles on the floor, this time with keener attention. Some clothes were still

there. A bottle each of shaving cream and shampoo. A ruler. A couple of

notebooks.

Mixed with them, however, were other items which shouldn’t even be

there: two feeding bottles, a small can of powdered milk, a pile of (hopefully)

unused diapers, and a onesie.

All of these, together with the pacifier, were for babies.

I finished putting Alex’s things back in his suitcase - the bizarre ones

included. I zipped it up and placed it at the corner near his bed so that I

wouldn’t trip on it again. Then I returned to my own bed and began to think.

Why did Alex have those stuff in his luggage?

I could only come up with one possible explanation.

He’s got a kid.

A kid my mom - and I presume his dad as well - didn’t know about.

Otherwise, she would’ve told me about it.

And Alex was planning to visit this kid sometime during this semester.

Which could only mean that his kid’s somewhere near. Maybe his kid’s

even in San Francisco, and that’s why Alex chose to study at SFSU.

My lips curled into a wry smile when I remembered how young Alex

was. I never expected this timid, naive-looking, easily frightened dude to

have been capable of knocking up someone. Heh. I should really never judge

a book by its cover.

Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if everything I’ve discovered today have

anything to do with him wearing diapers yesterday...

The door suddenly opened, interrupting me from my musing. It was Alex.

He stepped inside and closed the door. He looked sad. His shoulders were

slumped, his face was long, his body language was down, and his eyes were

reddish as if he just cried. He didn’t see me as he came in. He only realized I

was already home when he turned around and started to walk towards his

bed.

“Hey,” I greeted him.

“Hey,” he greeted me back with a frail and defeated voice.

“Rough day at school?”

He just nodded before lying on his bed and hiding under the blanket. I

didn’t even notice him remove his shoes.

He was clearly reeling from a major setback. A rude teacher, maybe?

Some mean classmates? Bad news from home (though I doubted if that was

the case as I would’ve been told about it as well)? An episode with a bully

(but he’s in college and there are no bullies in college)? Or perhaps... he’s

just terribly missing his kid?

I didn’t know what to do. I knew he needed some privacy. f**k, if I was

feeling bad about something, I wouldn’t want anyone else pestering me about

it. But Alex... he was staying with me. My mom asked me to look out for

him. He was under my care. And he’s my... s**t, I really hated using this term

but it’s the f*****g truth... he’s my stepbrother.

Still, it’s just been a little over twenty-four hours since we met. We’re

still strangers to one another. Even if he’d like me to talk to him, I was sure

that he’d feel uncomfortable opening up to me at this stage.

So I decided to just keep my distance. For now, at least.

“You’ll be okay, man?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he weakly answered without even peeping out of the sheets to

meet my gaze.

“Cool,” I replied. “Well, I’ll be going out in a while. Gonna celebrate the

work I submitted yesterday. I’m gonna hit some bars. Hey! You’re old

enough to drink. Wanna come?”

“No,” he curtly said.

“Sure? There’ll be a lot of hot chicks where I’m going. I can hook you up

with a mighty fine young lady,” I offered, trying to see how he’d react. If

he’d show some enthusiasm, that would mean that he and his kid’s mom

aren’t in good terms. If he’d decline, that means they’re most probably still

together.

“Can’t,” he responded, still in a feeble manner. “I have a study group this

evening. I... I might not be sleeping here tonight.”

Aha! He couldn’t fool me! Study group my ass! It’s just the first fucking

day of school... what was he supposed to study for? It was just a lame excuse

to visit his kid!

I decided to play along.

“Okay then,” I told him. “I’m coming home late anyway. If you won’t be

here, I wouldn’t have to worry about waking you up.”

“Yeah. Cool. Have fun.” He sounded like a really depressed robot.

I didn’t bother him again after that. I was sure that whatever was

troubling him, however sad he was feeling, regardless of the problems he

thought he had... he’d feel a whole lot better when he gets to see his child.