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He takes my mug and places it on the counter. His hands slide under my butt cheeks as he carries me to the table. He lifts up my tank top and runs his tongue over my breasts, belly, navel. I lie down. He pulls down my shorts, puts my feet on his shoulders, giving each a kiss. Leaning down, he reaches between my legs with his tongue. My body is instantly aflame. He’s perfect at it. He licks with passion and lust. His fingers penetrate me, intensifying the sensation. This morning is a dream come true. My life could look like this always. I arch my back and orgasm. He pulls down his boxers and frees his giant dick, shifting me to the edge of the table and entering me deep and hard. His thrusts are fast and strong. My body is still being wracked by spasms, so it’s only a matter of seconds before I come again, digging my nails into the skin of his shoulders. Ve slams into me a couple more times, pulling out and giving my tits a come shot. The range of his ejaculation is so great that some of the semen hits my face. It’s a weird feeling. I’m not sure if I like it, but I can see on his face he definitely does. I wipe the seed away.

“We need to wash ourselves.”

“For sure.”

As I exit the tub, there’s a thought in my head. I should check if my parents are coming. I call them, but nobody answers. I dial my brother, Dad, Mom. Nothing.

That can’t be good. Shit, they’re probably close by. I barge into the bathroom.

“You should hurry, Ve. I think my parents will be here anytime now.”

He has managed to dry himself and put on a shirt and boxers when there’s a knock at the door.

“Fuck!” We exchange terrified glances. I go to open the door, while Ve rushes to my room to grab his things.

It’s my brother. I am so, so lucky.

“You alone?” I ask, close to having a heart attack but managing to sound natural.

“Yeah. Mom and Dad are still lugging things from the trunk.” Lucius goes straight to the kitchen and doesn’t notice Ve is in my room.

I go in there. Connor is already fully dressed.

“Come on!” I hiss, give him his shoes and pushing him outside. “Take the stairs and wait there.”

I close the door quietly. I check the flat. Everything is in order. I make the bed and storm into the bathroom, looking for the hair dryer. I’m finishing up when I hear my parents talking in the corridor.

“How was the drive?” I ask, doing my best to keep the tremble out of my voice.

“Nothing special. How was your time? Did you have a good party?”

“Yes, it was nice,” I say simply. “I’m going to the store. Want something?”

“No, we’ve got everything.”

I pull on my shoes and leave. I walk in a straight line, glancing up to see if Dad is smoking on the balcony. I take a turn and walk in the direction of Grandma’s house to vanish from view. Ve waves at me from behind a building. I gesture for him to stay on the other side of the street. When I can’t be seen from the apartment, I break into a run and join Connor.

“Holy fuck, what a rush!” I cry, throwing myself into his arms. “I’m shaking all over!”

“Yeah, fucking hell, that was close.”

“They would have killed me, Ve! Quartered my body!”

“What about me?! Your dad would throw me off the balcony.”

“We’re so lucky.”

Both of us start laughing, unable to believe how fortunate we are. Ve takes my hand, and we go to his place. Come to think about it, you should always listen to your intuition. It lets you avoid many unpleasant moments. It’s a gift!

Chapter 59

Abby

The winter break for our region starts in the second week of January. My parents are going to Daisy Valley today. I finish the semester with a GPA of 3.8. I don’t like that, especially that I had to fight for better grades in some courses. The teachers’ decisions are a mystery to me. For example, a guy whose average said he should get something between an E and a D got a D minus. And I was supposed to end up somewhere between a D and a C and got a D minus too. That’s bullshit. And this was repeated across the board. I should have a GPA of around four. I’ll get a proper dressing down at home, I’m sure. Well, tough luck. I’m not about to explain myself to anyone. They won’t get it anyway. And our school system is stupid. It’s unfair and discouraging, and the grades don’t reflect the students’ knowledge and skills. In most cases the grades are a reflection of the teachers’ favoritism. Why bother? I’ll manage one way or another. I don’t need a good GPA for that. Though, if my plan is to come to fruition, I need to get some better grades. Otherwise I won’t be excused from the oral part of the exams, and I can’t imagine myself passing all the tests—I read exactly none of the required books.

Right after my parents pack and leave, we decide to go to Edge Vibe. There’s Lizzy, Madeleine, Vicky, Nicky, and—to my surprise—Roger and Ralph. That can’t be good. I can sense their stares on me the whole evening.

I’m leaving the toilet at one point and feel someone grabbing my wrist. I spin around and see Roger.

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