I slam the door to my room. Kicking my shit around, I try to relieve some of the frustration that I feel coursing through my body. I’m on the fucking edge. I roll my shoulders, trying to relax but it’s not fucking working. Jenni has my head all fucked up. Her big doe eyes, her big fucking heart. Those perky tits and ass are fucking with my head. I need a release. I need to feel the control because right now I feel it slipping.
A knock on my door has my head snapping in its direction.
“Hey.” Sin enters my room, carrying that fucking crate. He lifts it up and drops it on my bed. “Jenni wanted you to have this.” His eyes drift from me to the crate then back to me. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“When did you grow a pussy? No, fuck that, I don’t wanna talk about it.” I feel the burn in my shoulders intensify. I drop down into the chair, before rubbing my hands over my head.
“Death sucks, dude.” I meet his stare but I don’t say shit. “I know you loved your sister, man.”
“You really don’t.”
“Don’t allow your sister’s mistakes to darken the love you had for her.”
“Don’t talk to me about shit you don’t know about, yeah?”
“I know you tried to protect her. When you had every right to get the fuck outta dodge, you stayed.”
My body stiffens at his words. “Oh yeah, and where did you hear that shit from?”
He sits at the foot of my bed, facing me. “Jesus, Lick. You’ve been around since we were both kids. Don’t fucking think that I didn’t see shit. That I didn’t hear shit. I get the jest of the shit you’ve been through. I see how it affects you today, and that’s fine. But you really can’t let your shit from your past taint the possibility of tomorrow. If you do, then you let all those fucks from your past win, and they really aren’t worth it.”
“What I’m doing is forgetting a little more about the fucked-up world I came from.” I stand, needing to put a little distant between Sin and me. “Having those kids around is only going to make me hold on.”
“No.” He looks at me. “Having those kids around is going to allow you to see that everything you went through was worth it. It may not have helped your sister, but now you’ve got two individual pieces of her to look after. Just because it didn’t work out the first time doesn’t mean it won’t work out this time.”
“You’ve gone soft.”
“I haven’t gone soft. I think I’ve finally got my eyes open enough to see that where I came from and what happened to me doesn’t determine who I am. I think that might apply to you as well.”
He gets up and leaves without saying another word.
There is never perfection when it comes to life. Not in the people we love or the families we make. Growing up, I never considered our family perfect. I knew what my mother was from as far back as I could remember. I realized what my father did to make up for what my mother lacked. I understood that I did the same for my sister as my father did for me. I read to her when my father was working late and my mother was passed out. I made sure she brushed her teeth and ate dinner because I knew my mother couldn’t care less.
I hid her from the darkness.
I wanted so much for my sister, but in the end, no matter how much I desired for her to have the life opposite of what we grew up in, she ended up having the exact same one.
I look into the crate holding the last pieces of my sister. The faded red plastic holds what’s left of the only woman I ever really cared for. I’ve always thought of myself as strong, but at this moment, I feel weak. Bending over, I pull out a small dingy white stuffed star. My lips curl up at the memory of when I won it in one of those claw machines down the street from our house. I spent a week’s worth of allowance on this piece of shit, but she slept with it every night.
I pull out a framed Polaroid picture of the two of us. Her arms are wrapped around my waist, my arm thrown over her shoulders. This picture was taken at a BBQ Devin Sr. had. In fact, it was the first time he invited me to anything that had to do with the club. I hadn’t planned on taking my sister. I didn’t like the idea of the members looking at her, knowing what their thoughts would be, but when I stopped by the house and saw my mother passed out with some motherfucker, I knew that I couldn’t leave her there. She was so fucking happy that I’d included her in that part of my life, but two months later, Betsy was gone.
I push a few things to the side that I don’t recognize until I see a sketchbook I remember her having on the desk in her room. “The shit you took with you, Bets.” I shake my head as I take a seat next to the crate. The book has seen better days. The corners are curled, and the cover is torn. I’m surprised that it’s still connected to the binding. Taking a deep breath, I open the pad and chuckle. It’s her first grade ‘get to know me’ questionnaire.
| Name: Betsy Sunshine McCoy | Age: 6 almost 7 |
| Favorite People: My brother | Favorite Place: Ice Cream Shop |
| Favorite Food: Sketti | Favorite Hobby: Drawing |
| Who’s your hero: Tylan |
I slide the piece of paper to the side and flip through the pad, looking at drawing after drawing. Betsy in pink dresses riding on tigers with a wand in her hand. My father with his greasy blue overalls and smudges of dirt on his face. My mother, always sad, always frowning, sometimes sleeping on a bed of flowers. Then there are pictures of me in superhero capes fighting the bad guys, protecting the princess, always with a smile on my face and hearts of love in my eyes.
There’s a light knock on my door and I know it’s not one of the guys. I’m not in the fucking mood to deal with Jenni. I’m afraid I’ll give into what she wants if I see her right now and that’s not what I need to do.
I swing the door open only to find not one, but two pairs of blue eyes staring back at me. The fucking twins. Twist and Poppy have the biggest set of tits I’ve ever seen. Fucking lord knows I’m a tit man, and these two have more than enough for me. Both of their skirts are short enough that I can see neither one of them are wearing underwear. Glancing up, I give a little thank you to the man upstairs because this is exactly what I need right the fuck now.
“You busy?”
Fuck, I love my life.
I chuckle. “I am now. Twist, get ready to sit your pussy on my face. Poppy, get the fuck on your knees.”
Allowing the stress of the day to evaporate, I do what I do best. I take back control of my life and I lick some fucking pussy. After finishing round one, I sit back against the headboard, watching the girls and finally feeling relaxed after this long ass day.
“Aren’t you going to join us?” Poppy asks as she runs her fingers down the smooth skin of Twist’s stomach. Her fingers make their way down and over Twist’s bare pussy, sinking her fingers into her tight heat. Twist moans, arching her back. Her fake, bare tits stay perched, nipples hard. The easiest decision I’ve made was letting these two in my room. There’s just something about watching two bitches going at it that makes all the shit I’ve had to deal with lately worth it.
“It looks like you girls don’t need me. I’m good here.”
Poppy maintains her assault by continuing to finger the fuck outta Twist. This girl knows her way around a pussy. I fucking love to watch women get themselves off. Seeing the fucking lust in their eyes. Their fingers sinking into the lips of their pussy, seeing their arousal on their fingers. It fucking blows my mind.
These two are like machines. They’re always up for a party, always willing to sit their snatch on my face, allowing me to bite at their clit. Never complaining when I shove my cock down their throats. They always take me deep, sucking, milking every last drop. They know their place and what they’re here for.
The moans coming from Twist as Poppy eats her pussy has me coming back to the present. My balls tighten as I fist my dick in my hand. I like it tight, just like it feels when they suck my shaft. I watch as Twist climaxes and then unwraps her legs from around Poppy’s head. She grabs her by the hair, pulling her up her body and taking her mouth with her own.
They’re so into each other, they forget I’m here.
Watching…
Coming…
Forgetting.