One day, Alex got into a violent fight again with a guy who forgot to invite him to a birthday party. My mother cried out with concern when he trudged home behind me, bruised, cut, and battered. My mother sent me to fetch the first aid kit while she led him to the bath room to be cleaned up.
When I returned with the stuff, I peered into the bathroom to take a look. Alex was sitting on the covered toilet seat while mom was squatting in front of him and unbuttoning his uniform blouse. Alex was red as a tomato again. In fact, the light scrape on his forehead seemed to have started bleeding once more. Imyself was feeling a little embarrassed for Alex. My mother was cooing comforting words while undressing him like he was a little boy. Being a sensitive soul, my mother sensed Alex’s discomfort and turned around to close the bathroom door.
“James, fetch a towel and some of your clothes for Alex okay?” She said kindly before shutting the door. I did as she asked and placed the towel and clothing on a stool beside the bathroom door. That was when I heard my mother gasped sharply from behind the door. Her voice immediately put all kinds of images in my head. Most of them were not decent. I had already had experience with porn and masturbation, but at that moment, my entire body was humming with arousal. My heart was pounding and racing and I felt feverish. All that from wondering what might be happening in the bathroom without my knowledge.
For a moment I was stunned by the nauseating heat washing over my body. Thinking quickly, I made my way out the back door of the house to where the windows of the bathroom were. Luckily for me, they were open. Scampering as quietly as I can, I went back into the house and came back out with a chair. It was no good. I still wasn’t tall enough. I felt like screaming with frustration. Pacing around restlessly, I tried to think of a way. Then it hit me. Quickly, I went back into the house and reappeared with my mother’s small hand mirror from her purse. Climbing back up on the chair, I raised the mirror over the window ledge. Success! I had a clear view of the going on inside the bathroom. Somehow, I felt a little disappointed that the scene paled in comparison to what was streaming through my brain when I heard my mom gasp.
Alex was standing away from me towards the shower wall. He was naked except for his boxers. With the water falling all over him. He seemed tense, possibly grimacing in pain. Mom was behind him, holding and turning him this way and that to make sure the water adequately rinsed every single wound. I was a little shocked to see his body from the back. Though he was badly bruised and cut in the recent fight, it was nothing compared to the numerous gruesome scars that adorned his body.
My mother must have been horrified as well, hence her cry, which I had heard earlier.
“Alex dear, turn around,” my mother said gently.