Page 44 of Thicker Than Blood

P.S If you're going to send me a dick pic at least have the decency to show it off properly.

I don’t know how many times I read her text, over and over, each word packing a punch to the gut, but her playful suggestive ending made my heart race with hope—hope for the future, our future.

I whipped my towel off, confident that I could go again and create a series of artistic dick pic’s for her.

Chapter 30

Amari

I contemplated on my mother as she tended to our vegetable patch. She reduced her working days to three days a week, saying she needed the social interaction, but she didn’t need to work at all. I know Alcina was an accident, my mum was high risk being pregnant at over forty, but she didn’t consider a termination. After the initial shock, both Christos and my mum were over the moon. My mother was always very protective and I admired her in so many ways.

“Mum, Stefanos would like to get to know Alcina. I have threatened him so you won’t need to bury him in our back garden.”

“Hmph, about time,” she said stabbing the small prong into the ground, yanking the weed out as if it were Stefanos’s head. “These Greek men are unbelievably stubborn.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about what his mum did? It was always in the back of my mind that Christos kept you as his side piece.”

She paused to glance at me.

“Once you start badmouthing another person, it becomes a habit which will eventually turn into bitterness. Baby, why would I give someone power over me like that?”

“I want to be you when I grow up,” I said with a heavy sigh of defeat because I did not have my mother’s patience.

Her laugh tinkled throughout the garden, the sound made me smile.

“Invite him to dinner on the weekend. I want to watch him squirm,” she said with an evil smile.

I began to laugh before I dragged a sack of compost to the patch my mum was working on while she muttered about once a month visits and non-existent projects.

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“Why can’t I have a baby brother? Why does he need to be grown up?” Alcina said with a frown.

My mum glanced at me with a smirk.

“You best get to making my baby a niece or nephew to play with?” she said before her eyes softened and turned dreamy. “A grandchild.”

“You’re too young to be a grandma,” I said with a frown, wondering how the tables turned against me in this conversation.

I thought of the picture Stefanos sent me and bit my lower lip. It irked me as much as it turned me on but he knew what he was doing when he sent me the second set of pictures. He sent a close up of his cock oozing out the clear liquid of his precum, a second one of it dripping down, and a third one of it on the wooden floor of his bedroom. I remembered his words.

Taste me, lick it up, use that tongue like a good little whore.

I missed him. The darkness, the humiliation, the pain. I missed the way he took care of my every need. It was such an immersive experience becoming his pet and I wondered if we could balance what we had with something new.

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My mother was enjoying herself immensely as she watched Stefanos smile politely at his plate. We tucked into the feast my mother had made while he watched us before copying us. He had all three of us staring at him while he pulled off some of the soft doughy fufu and dipped it into the stew before putting it in his mouth.

“Swallow, don’t chew,” I said with a smirk.

“He is so old. Why doesn’t he know how to eat fufu?” Alcina whispered to me.

“Yes, why don’t you know how to eat fufu?” I asked, watching him struggle to swallow the large mouthful.

Yeah, it isn’t so easy, is it? Try a ten inch pipe down your neck.

“Try a smaller piece,” my mother said with a straight face.

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