Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old if they watch or engage in sexual acts. All sexual acts in this story are consensual. Any description of a character under the age of eighteen is for character development only.

EMPLOYEE TWO

Sometimes life has a plan for you that has nothing to do with the life you envisioned for yourself.

This is my story...

When I was eleven, my dad tragically passed away. It was never fully explained to me, while I was a child, what happened to him. I remember the police showing up at the door just before I was to be in bed that evening. I was in my room getting ready for bed when I saw the headlights of a couple cars pull up to the house. I watched them walk to the door and within minutes, Mom was wailing. I ran out to see what was going on and found my brother already there.

At sixteen, he was nearly the spitting image of our father. He had somewhat long, dark hair that reminded me of a skater or even a surfer despite him being neither. He was neither muscular nor a stick figure of a man. In every respect, he was dismissed as an unambitious person who wouldn't make much of himself.

He was holding Mom as they finished briefly telling them what happened. When I showed up, they quickly stopped talking. Mom had Dylan take me back to bed and he stayed in my room with me. He kept me calm and tried his best to answer my questions as best he could until I fell asleep. When he first began speaking to me, he was ...

... monotone and emotionless. He was distant and I knew something affected him beyond my immediate comprehension. He must have noticed my observation and quickly reverted to the caring brother I always knew him to be.

When I woke up in the morning, he was gone, and Mom was sitting on the couch. She was an emotional wreck. When she saw me, she motioned quickly for me to come to her. I didn't know what happened at that point, but I was upset that she was in that state. At the time, she explained that my father had been killed. I asked questions but all she kept telling me was that she didn't know. When I asked where my brother was, she also told me she didn't know.

I wasn't close with my father, but I was upset nonetheless about what happened. I was more upset that my brother left us. He left Mom when she was at her lowest and she left me without a man in my life to protect me. I looked to my dad to keep me safe at home, but my brother looked after me out in the world.

After a few months, things in the house settled down but my brother never returned. Mom told me one day that she suspected he got angry and ran away. Whenever I asked about him, she told me that it seemed he went out to find his own way in the world. I missed him terribly at first. As time went on, I grew to resent him for leaving us. Mom managed to eventually find herself and all her attention was then on me.

She had nothing to worry about with me, though. I was a star student in my first year of high school. ...