Cleaning Out my Closet

by Ron Jeremy Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Sour Sweet, Drama, Second Person, Other, Romance, Equestria Girls, Prince Blueblood, Sex
Length: 1506

It's difficult to come clean about some things. Second Person knows that all too well. Not from personal experience, but rather from his brother's First Person's actions.

It's difficult to come clean about some things. Second Person knows that all too well. Not from personal experience, but rather from his brother's First Person's actions. It's another Jerry Springer filled drama day in the Person Household, another day that ends in a way that Second could see, and yet couldn't believe would ever happen.

based off of Nico-Stone Rupan's Sour Sweet Series. Rated M for talk about Sexual Themes.

Published 2016-09-04 20:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-04 20:00:01 UTC

The Only chapter

Cleaning out my Closet

A Person’s Family Story

Based on Nico-Stone Rupan’s Sour Sweet Stories

You’ve been hearing the crying, shouting, and everything else for the past two hours. Honestly, you wonder just how much longer your mom and dad have in them before they give in and just let it rest. The phone buzzes, and you look to see a text from Sour.

Is everything okay? You said there was something going on, but you haven’t gotten back to me. Is it me?

You lift the phone, Sour doesn’t deserve to think that she did something. You dial and hear the phone suddenly connect.

“Sweetie? Are you okay? Do I need to kick someone’s ass?!”

Hearing her voice makes you feel better, but you need to let her know, if for no other reason than to keep her from accidently walking into the middle of this.

“Sour, First was here, and well… Let me start from the beginning.”

Six hours ago

You watched your mom rush around the kitchen fixing First’s favorite meal. You weren’t jealous, okay maybe a little bit, you kind of wished that they would want to give you the same kind of positive attention and want to dote on you, but you’ve learned that First is everything your parents wanted in a child. You, you’re just lucky that they love and tolerate you.

“Oh! Sweetheart he’s here!” your mother cries as she runs toward the door.

“Sup Moms? Bro, good to see you.”

You nod to First, glad to see that he at least acknowledges that you exist. You see another guy walk in behind him. He looks like a really upscale kind of guy, his hair is perfect, his white skin looks flawless, and obviously he’s been shopping at some trendy shops.

“Oh, who’s your friend?”

The other guy smiles, and extends his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you madam. My name is Blueblood.”

She grinned, and took his hand. Instead of ignoring you Blueblood walked over, and shook your hand as well, “And it is a pleasure to meet you as well. First has told me so much about you.”

You grin at him, “Thanks.”

“Well, the more the merrier. My wife always fixes enough food to feed a small army,” your dad says as he walks in, “And besides, any friend of First’s is a friend of the Person family. So, are you both on the team together?”

You see Blueblood trying hard not to laugh, but it’s First that rubs the back of his head, “Ummm, sort of? Wow, Mom, that smells awesome, let’s not waste that awesome meal.”

You can see Blueblood’s face fall a little, and you watch as your mom an dad walk with him toward the dining room.

“First doesn’t play Squash, Racketball, or Polo,” you say as you look at Blueblood.

He looks at you and you can see the disappointment on his face. You’ve seen disappointment enough in your life to know what it looks like.

“He was supposed to tell them something wasn’t he?” you ask as Blueblood nods, “Are you two together? I don’t care if you are, but that’s it right?”

Blueblood looks toward the kitchen and then breathes out, “Yeah, we are. He’s supposed to come out to the both your parents today. I’m afraid he’s going to keep from doing it. He’s living out loud at campus, but he’s afraid of what your parents are going to say.”

The realization almost floors you. You were expecting some kind of drama, but this… Wow, it was going to be epic. In a way you’re really glad that Third is with some of her new friends today. You’re pretty sure she doesn’t need to be here for this when it hits.

“I won’t say anything,” you say as you look at him, “Not unless you want me to.”

Blueblood shakes his head, “No, he needs to be able to do this on his own. I need to know that he can keep a promise like this.”

You nod, and the two of you walk in to join your mother, father, and First. First looks nervous, he’s poking at the pot roast that is obviously his favorite meal, and hasn’t taken that first bite he is supposed to take. You mom looks a little worried, so you take a seat, letting Blueblood sit next to him.

“So Blueblood, what’s your favorite sport?”

He smiles at your father.

“Oh, I enjoy playing Squash, Racketball, Polo, and Yachting. I’ve gotten First into Racketball, and he admits that it a fantastic workout. He’s not too good at yet though.”

First takes a bite, and you watch as he chews it. He’s really chewing it like it's the last time he’s ever going to get eat any of Mom’s cooking, and to be honest you’re kind of certain if he comes out and cleans his closet out for them it very well might be.

“Great food mom, really awesome.”

“Yes, well, I love to cook for the men in my life.”

Blueblood looks at her a little confused, but doesn’t say a word.

“Son, so what’s new?”

First looks up at him, swallows, looks at Blueblood, and you can see the look of hope on Blueblood’s face. Your brother swallows his bite, looks at his plate, and then looks up.

“Ummm… Well, I’m the leading pitcher for the baseball team, I’ve switched my major to Micro Biology, and…” he takes a breath for a moment, “I like taking a dick up my ass.”

The sound of silverware hitting the table can be heard, and suddenly it gets incredibly quiet.

“W...what was that son?”

You look to see your dad, and he’s white as sheet. Your mom looks surprised, and her eyes are moving between First and Blueblood. When Blueblood reaches over to take First’s hands that’s when she lets out a scream.

“Oh GOD NO! NOT MY BABY!”

“You! You turned our son into a Goddamed Queer! Get out! First don’t worry we’re going to get you the best help available to cure you of this!”

“Dad! I’m gay, I’ve always been gay! Damn… I just started figuring it out for myself!” he breathes out, “Look, I knew that I was gay for a while, but I was denying it. I knew that I liked guys for a really long time. Every girl I dated… Well, there’s a reason you don’t have any grandkids running around.”

“No! No! It’s not True! You… My Son is not a cocksucker!”

Blueblood looks pissed, he stands and looks at them both, “Actually, your son is, and he’s damned good at it. I tried to figure out why First has the issues he does, and now I see it. This family is toxic! I’m surprised that your other son seems to be so understanding and normal!”

“Get out of my house, both of you,” your father says as he stands up, “Get out, and don’t come back. First… Until you get over this you’re not welcomed here anymore.”

First gets up, walks toward you, and gives you a hug, “Thanks for being cool little bro.”

He walks out with Blueblood and then you hear your mother, “Second, get upstairs and wash that gay off of you! I want grandbabies!”

You roll your eyes, get up, and head upstairs to your room. As you close the door you hear the fight.

“This is your fault! I told you that giving him enema when he was a toddler was wrong!” your father shouts.

“No! This is your fault for letting him watch those girly cartoons! Strawberry Shortcake! What kind of man watches that?! You ruined my son!”

Present Time

“Wow, that sounds terrible. Do you need to come over?”

You look at the wall and think about it for a minute, “Actually, if you don’t mind, yeah, I’d like to get out for a little bit.”

You hear her giggle, “Sweetie, you know I had a feeling your brother was gay already.”

“Really? How?”

“Because he talked about pounding Trenderhoof’s ass like a jackhammer the last time he was down! He wanted to get in there and go rotorooter on him!”

You smile. At least you know that Sour accepts First as part of your family, anything else doesn’t matter to her.

“Okay, I’m going to come over.”

You step out and hear the fight dying down.

“At least Second is straight.”

“Thank God. Maybe, maybe we should allow his girlfriend to come over more, even give them time alone upstairs. Whatever it takes for him to stay that way!”

You roll your eyes and walk down stairs. You knew this was going to be drama, and hopefully it would die down before Third got back from her little weekend visit with Sugarcoat.

Author's Note

(AN: Wow... Another one, so fast. Yeah, again, this is what happens when I let my mind wander around. Maybe I should do that more often.)