We all hear about blended families. We see them on TV, you know like The Brady Bunch, Step by Step, stupid shows like that make it seem like well they were not into each other but after things like bean bag races and family picnics I could see the hot girl sitting across from me and feel nothing but love for them. Love like a sister, but let me tell you this is not the case here.

I remember it like it was yesterday my mom had been seeing Tom for a year now and the guy was nice enough, I mean I wasn’t jealous or anything because well my dad was dead and it was time for my mother to be happy again. It was the summer before I left for college and I was doing my best to make my mom happy. I was going to be the perfect son that she needed and then when I left I would call her up and say oh mom by the way I’m gay and that would be that. But for now I would let her think that I was normal. I mean I knew I was gay, I fantasized all the time about my gym teacher and just about every boy in my class but as of sealing the deed nope I had never done it. My boyfriend was my left hand and this huge dildo that I had hidden in a lock box under my bed.

So we were sitting and having breakfast one morning and she dropped two bombs. The first bomb was that she and Tom were going away for the weekend and while she was gone I pretty much could go as I please, but there would be someone staying with me. I was like oh well that’s cool and I asked who would be staying and she told me that Tom’s son Brad was in town. I was shocked, I didn’t even know that Tom had a son and now his twenty year old son would be babysitting me, god could things get any worse.

I was so pissed, I didn’t fucking need a babysitter I was eighteen years old I didn’t need a fucking babysitter! I pretty much stayed in my room that whole day awaiting this “babysitter”. I was just about to go downstairs and plead my case about needing a babysitter when I heard his car pull up I went to the window and I saw him approaching the house my mouth immediately went dry.

He was gorgeous, he had a baldhead. I loved guys who were bald, their heads were always so nice and shinny. He wore a tight black t-shirt, you know the kind that are like so tight and it’s showing off the body. I could see his six-pack, and the rest of his muscles going through the shirt. Just the look of him was making me hard. God the things I could do to him, but because of the look of him there was also another thing screaming at me this guy was obviously straight. Damn.

Dinner went by in a blur I was like a giddy schoolgirl and I didn’t care. I hung on every word that he said and I didn’t even realize what he was saying. It was something about the way his mouth moved when he spoke. I had never been with anyone but I knew that the first guy I went with had to black because this