Page 22 of White Hole

“Gianna, there’s no one.”

She tilted her head and considered me for a moment. “Good.” I turned to leave, hoping she wouldn’t make me stay and perform. When I put my hand on the doorknob, she said, “And there better not be.”

Motoring to the nearest gas station to fill up (premium only for my baby), I bought two boxes of condoms, stuffing them into the glove box. I shoved a few into my wallet as well. If I continued to jerk off before our rendezvous, maybe I could get out of sticking my dick in crazy.

By the time I was done, I barely made it to the Theta Rho Zeta meeting. Sitting in the uncomfortable little chair, I stared straight ahead to give the impression that I was paying attention. All I could focus on was ways to get out of fucking my ex-stepmother. Then, my thoughts got invaded by images of Kinsley and being inside her.

Her fucking fragrance and pussy scent lingered in my nose. It was pissing me off. The need to taste her fully, the desire to impale her on my cock… As soon as the meeting concluded, I stood up and marched straight to my room. Flopping on my bed, I grabbed my dick out of my jeans and beat it. I was mad at it for betraying me.

Afterwards, I was able to focus enough to get my studies done. Finishing up, I showered and set up some ground rules for myself. No more Kinsley fantasies. I’d avoid Chanel perfumes and any princess reminders. It would be strictly business. Before bed, I scribbled out some lesson plans for the next three tutoring sessions to get her to midterms with an A. Hopefully, by then, she’d be good to study on her own.

The next couple of days, the plan worked. I didn’t see her. We didn’t have tutoring until the following week, so I was able to relax a little, pushing any lingering thoughts of her from my mind.

Over the weekend, Dan and I helped Aaron move into his military academy dorm room. Aaron didn’t want Dad to come, and I had convinced the chief to let us take him. The school was a few hours away, but any time I got to spend withSerenitywas quality time well spent.

As we pulled up on the state route, a large, gray concrete conglomeration of gothic buildings beheld us. The place looked like an abandoned prison, complete with bars on some windows.

“What the fuck? He can’t be serious!” Aaron yelled from the backseat of my truck, peering through the side window. He had me pull over three times on the way so he could shit on the side of the road. His nose was dripping like a faucet. I’d told him to withdraw well before he got in my truck, but he couldn’t resist using the day before.

“Yeah, there doesn’t look to be pussy for miles around here.” Dan smirked. “Not that you could get it up anymore, anyway.”

I punched Dan in the arm and shook my head.

“Fuck you, Dan. I still get hard,” Aaron said quietly.

“Better not say that around all theseboys.”

“Daniel. Stop.” I warned him. Despite him being the star short-stop athlete for the Nighthawks, I was still much bigger and could put him in his place.

As we pulled into the facility, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I tensed, knowing who it would be. Once we jumped out of the truck, I checked the message. Gianna was requesting my dick, but I responded with a picture of the outside gate of the facility, explaining that I was out of town. At least I got one day off from the job.

We unloaded the truck. Once inside, we checked in with the front desk. A buzzcut-headed guide led us to Aaron’s assigned room. It was tiny and depressing, made of yellowed painted cinder blocks. His roommate wasn’t there when we showed up. The director arrived to give us a small tour of the place. Aaron had to keep darting to the bathroom every time we passed one.

The three of us were able to eat with the other students for lunch in the mess hall. Aaron didn’t touch his burger or fries and Dan grabbed both without asking, happily munching away. Aaron looked around the large cafeteria like a lost puppy.

“Man, you’re going to be fine. This could be good for you. Figure out what you want and go for it.” Aaron didn’t look convinced by my pep talk. “I’ll be graduating next semester and can take you with me wherever I get into graduate school. Even if you gotta finish school online.”

Aaron’s head made a motion of a nod, but his eyes were fixed and wide. It was more like a fear reaction to the scenes around him. The other boys were fit, stoic. Aaron looked gaunt and scrawny compared to them.

“Just keep your head down and do what they tell you. If you need me, I can get back here quick.” Eyeing one big guy, I nodded to let him know who my little brother was. Maybe it was good I had come and not my father.

Before we left, I embraced my little brother in a tight hold. Dan went out to the truck before Aaron even said goodbye. “I’m here for you.” He sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand and watched us leave as the director came up to escort him back inside.

When I got into the driver’s seat, Dan had already started the vehicle and was blaring music. I turned it off. “Dan, I know you and Aaron don’t get along, but you could try to be more supportive.”

“Not you, too.” Dan scoffed.

“Me, too, what?”

“Everyone babies him. He’snota fucking baby. He’s a fuck-up that makes bad decisions.”

“Even if he were, show some fucking sympathy!” I turned up the music and started down the road. Dan was quiet, probably reeling from my outburst. I hadn’t raised my voice in years. All the words I had, everything I wanted say, it was all bubbling inside, just on the surface, yearning to get out.

Dan had Dad. Aaron had Mom. I had no one.

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The following Monday, I showed up at the gym for my morning workout. Dan tapped his buddies on the shoulders, and they all headed toward the locker room. Dan paused on his way out near my bench. “I don’t think you’re going to be welcome in this gym any longer.”

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