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My eyes burn with hate.

Is he thinking of her?

He doesn’t belong to her.

He doesn’t belong to you.

But I had him first. He will always be my first.

Yet, is he yours?

My face flushes at the memory of him hugging me on his knees upstairs. A broken soul, lost in the shell that’s my brother. He was so vulnerable, so confused, so guilt-ridden. Would an experienced person react that way? I choose to believe not. Maybe it’s my own yearning for me to have been his first as well to make me think this way. I can’t help it. I can’t help how much I’ve missed him and his asshole ways.

I’d rather have him hate me than leave me.

Decision made, I gently grab his cock and rub the wet tip along my tongue. I’ve daydreamed about this nonstop to the point of my mouth watering just tasting him. It can’t be too hard, right? The girls say to just give it your all and guys will blow their load no matter what. I only used to half-heartedly listen, but all those self-loving sessions have me imagining the craziest things, dredging up the information from the back of my mind.

His dick twitches and my pussy clenches. This is good, right? He likes it? I can’t believe this fucker is still sleeping. Taking him deeper into my mouth, I almost gag at the size of him. He’s getting harder the more I lick, and it makes me feel good. On a downward sweep, a hand grabs the back of my head, shoving it lower until I gag for real.

His groan has me fingering myself and bobbing my head even more.

“Fuck. We shouldn’t be doing this. Fuck!”

I moan and hum, letting him know I don’t give a fuck what he thinks. Not after him leaving me for over a damn week to sleep in that bedroom all alone.

“Shit.”

He tries to push me off, but I just suck harder, bob my head more. I can feel him expand in my mouth and my nerves get the best of me. What’s happening? Should I stop? But I don’t have time to react because he pushes my face down, and suddenly, my mouth is filling up.

Fuck, this is hot. It shouldn’t be. I should be pissed he’s forcing me to swallow. The memories of him licking up his own cum off my body makes me take in everything he has to give me. It’s so fucking dirty and so fucking right.

Sucking harder, Jaiden moans loudly, the sound of his voice echoing into the night.

Chapter Ten

Jaiden

I’ve successfully avoided her again after that night. Fuck. It’s so wrong. I don’t even like girls. Melanie has me messed up in the head and it makes me edgy.

Her mouth on my cock has been haunting my every waking moment. I never knew it could feel like that.

I knew.

What. The. Fuck?

What does that mean? And why am I suddenly arguing with myself more these days? Shit is getting old and I’m tired of it.

So, get out of the way.

Out the way?

“Jaiden!” my mother yells.

“What?”

“I asked you twice. How was school while we were gone?”

“Fine.”