Page 24 of CurVy Baby

Not on mine.

We followed her the entire way.

Guided by the cracking sticks.

A sheep dog to the sheep.

I love watching her bounce around, the perfect bunny, her blonde ponytail swaying, her arse, tits, and belly jiggling. Nothing masculine about our girl. She is soft, supple skin, to our hard, light to our dark. I hummed, following her.

My talent came to life. In my mind, her soundtrack was energic notes, with deep, held tones of suspense, and her shadow was red, orange, and pink ribbons.

Right now, though, she is getting worried, and my scarred fingers twitch to comfort her.

With a heavy sigh, she spins around, her sudden movement creaking the floorboards above me.

Looking up, I watch the soles of her shoes amble around the derelict ground floor of the cabin.

Taking it in, she probably thinks it’s abandoned.

It’s not. I’ve only been here a few times before. It’s my dad’s old hunting cabin—the ground floor isn’t meant to be nice, not when it’s left for years on end without visitors.

That’s just asking for squatters.

Dexter told me that Dad used to holed up here for months, but that was before Donnie and I were born.

Then he died.

They both did.

Mum and Dad.

I have no memory of my parents.

I sometimes wonder if my mum was like Vallie, then I feel like a fucking pervert because I want to fuck her. I shouldn’t want Vallie to resemble my mum… But…

I’m not fucking right in the head.

I don’t want to fuck my mum. I want unconditional love from a curvy woman who smothers me—literally. Thefucking partis just my cock—that has its own mind, thoughts and intent. It wants to see me fail. Gets hard when it shouldn’t. When I used to play piano beside my teacher—she touched it—that’s not my fault. I didn’t ask her to touch it. That’s why I cut it, tried to cut the dirty thing off, tried to be good!

A good boy.

Good boy, Tyler.

Fucking spiralling all of a sudden, I shake my head, dislodge the reel of thoughts. That’s not right. I know that now. None of this is right or wrong; it just is. Vallie accepts me.

Watching her feet move above me, I want to help her. The basement is hidden, locked, and kitted out with everything a hunter would need for a whole month. Guns and knives hang on the walls while hooks and chains dangle from the wooden rafters above, and a large bed, leather rug and fire place are the human elements.

My heart skips, adrenaline in my ears. I feel caged down here. My music and body are paralysed to not ruin the moment and call out to her. Donnie likes her fear while I like her love, but both together harmonise and clash, andfuck me.

My cock grows. Aches.

I haven’t come since Dexter returned.

Tense, I sit on the bed beside Donnie, who is lying on his back with his mask on, fingers threaded behind his head, casual, but he’s already hard, his cock a bulge beneath his denim. I guess he’s ready to.

“Can we?—”

“Shh.”Donnie leans up, frowning at me.

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