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“Oops.” Kyran smirks over his shoulder at me while walking away, preppy fuckhead that he is. Then he proceeds to step right on my drawings, laughter continuing on amongst him and his stupid fucking friends.
“Well… that’s just fucking perfect,” I croak, turning away from them and staggering inside the house, slamming the door behind me. It’s a sliding door, so you really can’t slam it, which only serves to piss me off more. And I end up reopening and closing it four times just to slam it as hard as I can.
I’m twelve years old again… Screaming into the mattress. Screaming until my lungs hurt. “You’ve destroyed everything…” “Fuck!!” I scream. And cry.
He was molested by the someone in the Catholic Church as an Altar boy… I see it. Damn. ☹️ That’s so sad and unfortunate. But not unheard of. Smh. Sickos.
“Your scholarships should have paid for most of the tuition,” Hannah stammers, in an attempt to comfort us. “But we can’t cover housing,” my father adds in a blank, emotionless tone. My heart tumbles down into my stomach.
Alright, not the end of the world. Get some loans, grants, more scholarships..financial aid..there’s hella options.
This time, my tongue touches his lip, and he reaches for my throat, curling his hand around it to hold me back. “Choke me, Daddy,” I taunt, smirking while he pins me with an icy look. “Cut the shit, fuckface,” he snaps, letting go of me.
“I’m gonna… come,” he croaks, hauling me closer by my shirt until I’m hovering over him, our hands bumping together in the furious chase. The swollen tips of our cocks brush and a shuddering cry brings hoarse words from his lips. “Fuck… Fuck you, Avi… fuck you, I’m gonna fucking come for you.”
Even if I wanted to, there’s no moving away. I’m trapped beneath him. But the sickest part is that as soon as the words leave his lips, I’m waiting for it. Like it’s my reward for doing well… I want it.
🤭..just admit you like thaattt. It’s nothing wrong w/ being Bi bro. Or even Gay if you are. Just be you.
Grabbing his hands in mine, I slap them onto my ass, and he takes over, squeezing me while I pump my cock in him over and over. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I drop my mouth to his, kissing him and swallowing up his sounds. “The way your greedy little ass swallows my dick is… fucking euphoric.”
And my balls are so tight, throbbing so hard, I think I’m about to come. “Avi…” he whimpers, strangled and breathless, like I’m driving all the air out of his lungs. “Avi Avi Avi… Why do you fuck so good…?”
Kyran: I’m sorry about the locker room… Kyran: You were right ok? I liked it… Kyran: Do I need to say the magic words or something?? Jesus… I want you to fuck me Avi. Ok?? Satisfied?? Open the fucking door
This thing was already complicated as fuck before. But now, with these stupid butterflies bounding around in my gut, it’s just turned into the biggest mess of my life. He bottomed… But I feel like I’m the one who’s fucked.
One is still trying to come to terms about being bi or gay or whatever and the other is catching serious feelings for his stepbrother. Interesting.🥴
Something about him taking control settles me, on a deep, emotional level I’m not at all equipped to deal with, let alone make space in my mind for Avi to be the person sitting next to me on this plane as it spirals in a downward trajectory, headed straight for impending doom.
I pull up Twitter on my phone and whip together a quick profile. I have a Twitter account, but I never use it. I only made it because of the hype when the app first started, before I realized everyone on there was pretty… obnoxious.
“Please, Avi…” I whisper through gritted teeth. “Just go.” “I can’t go,” he sighs, tapping his hand on my hip as he turns away. “It’s leg day.” He shoots me a wink, and I’m fucking fuming. I think I’m actually turning the color of a tomato from rage.
Sooo… I spent the afternoon doing something I never in a million years could have predicted I’d do willingly… I gave myself an enema. Okay, before you judge me, just let me explain.

