The Trial of a Man

(Note: All characters portrayed are adults)

Bump - she passes on the stair. Erection.
I want to adjust but can't find a place.
Sitting actually hurts. I don't bend.

Eavesdropped whisper: someone has made her cry.
I want to console, but it's not my place.
No, no, no, she wants him back. Why not me?

Gym shorts cut high on thigh. Her legs stretched taut.
Distraction needed. Please not now. Shit, shit.
The tent in my shorts can not be concealed.

Surprising tact. Glances but no comments.
I will hear about it soon. Mark my words.
They will judge my weakness and ridicule.

There she is again looking toward me.
I force a smile, downcast only hoping.
Her eyes sparkle. Is there some sympathy.

Girls at her table smirk. They mime my shame.
I can stand the laughter but not pity.
Look away blushing without right to hope.

Bus ride home is awkward. We are last off.
Through the door and she hugs me. Erection.
Does she know? Of course she does. I am weak.

Dinner in silence except how's your day.
It was fine dad. I tell him nothing now.
Please let my shame fade. She grins satisfied.

There she is. Towel wraps her long wet hair.
On tip toes looking at her face up close.
I can't hide my longing for step sister.