Gordon passed by the door to his little brother's room, and stopped suddenly as he heard noises he didn't normally hear. Pressing his ear to the door, he heard the sounds of panting, moaning, and if he wasn't mistaken he heard a voice saying his brother's name. The next morning he walked down to the beach and saw his younger brother lying in the sand, "Hey Alan," he said as he sat down next to the blond 17-year-old.
"What's up Gordo?" Alan greeted, smiling brightly up at his brother.
"Oh nothing much, I was actually wonder what you were up to last night?" Gordon tried to ask lightly.
"Video games, why?" Alan responded, a suspicious tone to his voice.
"I was passing by your room last night is all, I head some strange noises, they didn't sound much like a video game though," Gordon told him, making sure to say it as nonchalantly as possible.
"It's nothing, Gordo, don't worry about it," Alan said, telling Gordon, and the other three brothers that were eavesdropping, that it definitely wasn't nothing.
Later that night Gordon, Scott, John, and Virgil all had there ears pressed to a glass against Alan's bedroom door. What they heard defiantly confirmed Gordon's suspicions. They could hear a young female voice moaning and every once and a while the same voice would get out an 'Alan.' After less then an hour they left the door to go to Scott's room.
"You guys don't think that Alan and TinTin are doing 'THAT' do you?" Gordon asked, his face looking green at the thought.
"I don't WANT to know the answer to that question!" Virgil shuttered as he got a mental picture.
"It's pretty much obvious that they're doing SOMETHING along those lines in there," John said, leaning his head against the wall, thankful he didn't have an imagination like Virgil's or Gordon's.
"So…should we ask them or tell dad?" Scott put his thoughts to a vote.
"Dad," Gordon and Virgil said at the same time.
"Neither," John stubbornly persisted, "It's not even our business what Alan's doing, he'll be 18 in less then a month, practically an adult."
"Man's got a point," Scott said, "sadly."
"Still, dad'll find out sooner or later, I mean, they're pretty loud," Gordon volunteered.
"So maybe we should wait a while, see what happens, we could be wrong," Virgil told them, they all nodded.
The next night, Jeff Tracy walked by his youngest son's room. He could hear some strange noises, and when he listened more intently he became wide-eyed. Not bothering to knock, he opened the door. Inside he found Alan sitting on his bed with a bunch of comic books, TinTin was sitting next to him.
"What's going on in here?" Jeff asked, a bit confused.
"Alan has my favorite comic book, and he won't let me borrow it!" TinTin complained as she pleaded with Alan via her puppy-dog eyes.
"NO way! It took me a year to find that!" Alan refused point blank. Jeff chuckled and left the two bickering teens to their comic books. The young men in the hallway near by all mentally cheered.
That is until they heard TinTin's next words as the door was closing, "Now that he's gone, let's get back to the REAL fun."