Page 32 of Sorrow

“I don’t believe that, but I do believe it’s never lasted a day,” Hayes runs his hand along his jaw in thought. “The short ones always have trouble being told what to do. They can’t help it.”

My jaw drops.

“They’re only fun when you’re allowed to throw them around,” Boo agrees. “Or when you can pick ‘em up and fuck ‘em when they piss you off.”

Hayes hums in agreement. “Too bad she’s your little sister, huh?”

My brother shoves him playfully that time, making a grossed out noise that makes me want to vomit a little.

“You two are disgusting.”

Chuckling, Hayes reaches out to ruffle my hair before he disappears into the fridge for a water bottle. “You gonna eat that food today or just hang out with it?” This time when he moves into my space, he reaches over my shoulder to pick off my plate, giving me a whiff of sweat, deodorant, and wood.

It’s an almost intoxicating combination.

“I’m not hungry, you can have it.”

“So sweet of you.” He lifts up my plate and scarfs most of it down in record time, then sets it right back down in front of me. “I’m gonna run this table across town real fast, and then I’ll be back. You two have fun.”

Boo waves him off dismissively then disappears into his room when Hayes finally leaves, giving me space to do what I need to do.

It’s time to start planting the seed.

Me:Hey, Nate. Are you still interested?

Nate:Interested?

Is he fucking dense?

Jesus, god gave him looks and not a single brain cell.

This is the man I’ve pinned my future on.

Me:Yeah, in me.

Nate:Oh shit, yeah. You know I like you, Sam. Have you taken care of that little issue?

Always coming back to the same thing. I wonder how long it’ll be before I leave him.

Me:I’m working on it. I’ve learned a lot.

Like what a cuck you are.

Nate:Oh yeah? Learn about five inches ;)

He’s kidding, right?

That has to be a joke. He’s so worried about being too rough and me not knowing what I’m doing when he’s five inches? There’s nothing wrong with that, I’m sure, but it can’t be that hard to take.

How’s he gonna be rough with that? Punch me in the face?

It takes everything in me not to tell him the one I’m working with is nearly twice that size. Something tells me hurting his feelings won’t help my cause.

Me:What else do you want me to learn?

Nate:Blowjobs are nice, but only if you actually swallow.

I’m failing to see what the hell he needed me trained for.

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