Page 5 of For the Fans
“Okay, fine. The pigs are hunting for truffles.” I grin while she stares at me. “You’re the truffle… ’cause they’re fancy.”
She pinches the bridge of her nose. “How did I make this person…”
My smirk widens.
“Aviel, I told you I’m sorry for keeping it from you,” she goes on, sighing regretfully. “Can you please not make me feel bad about this? It’s a strange situation, for all of us. I mean, Tom is coming out of a nasty divorce… We just wanted to make sure it was something real before we told you boys.”
My stomach clenches like a fist. The way she’s talking… it’s like we’re already a family. The four of us…
Me, Mom, Tom… and this other kid.
Stepbrother??
Whoa… trippy.
I’ve been an only child my whole life. I would have no idea how to be a brother…
“Mother, I have something very serious to ask you,” I mumble, and she gawks at me. “Can Ipleasego smoke?”
She lets out a laugh, and it quirks my lips. Despite the unease slinking around inside me, she’s still my mother, and my best friend.Epic Momma’s Boy, reporting for duty.As long as we’re stillus, I’m sure it’ll all work out.
But now I definitely need to mellow before I really do start spiraling.
“Okay…” Mom straightens. “You can go outside on the deck while I start dinner, and I’ll pretend I don’t know what you’re doing out there.”
I grin and stand up. “Thanks, Ma.”
She smiles, her voice stopping me before I can leave the room. “I love you, Avi.”
Pausing with my back to her, I peer over my shoulder to show her a casual smile that feels only a bit stilted. “Love you too, mother.”
On my way outside, with my joint already lit between my lips, tension grips my muscles and unease cradles my thoughts. I don’t want to think that things are about to change drastically,again, for the second time in three months…
But tell that to the weed I don’t stop smoking until it’s at my fingertips.
Sedate these rabid thoughts, please.
Unicorndicks: God, I would beg you to ruin my life and thank you for it after.
Iwant absolutely no part of this…
Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I try harder to focus on what I’m doing. Push away the nagging thoughts and the frustrations of what I know is coming, and just bepresent.
Her tongue is silky wet in my mouth, hair in smooth strands, threaded between my fingers as I hold on to it, matching her energy. For every suck and gentle nip she gives my lips, I give her one back, reclined on her bed while she grinds her supple curves all over me.
It feels good.No fucking shit it does. But I’m still distracted. I don’t want to be…
I’d give anything to reallybein this moment with my girlfriend. But I just can’t stop thinking about what I’m supposed to be leaving to go do…
It’s bullshit, is what it is.
Attempting to pry my mouth away from Becca’s for the third time, I mumble onto her pouty lips. “I really have to go, babe. My dad will freak out if I’m late…”
“Just stay…” she whines, hand sliding in between our bodies, down to my crotch. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Is there ever a time when a guy my age is able to decline such an offer?I don’t think so.
But I don’t exactly have a choice here. Tonight is aspecial night, according to my father, and I’m already fucking miserable over it. The last thing I need is for him to also be shooting me disapproving looks the whole time after I show up disheveled and covered in hickeys.
