Page 46 of Pucking Obsessed

Cody is the second person. I’m trying to believe that but I also know that I’m not likable whatever Robyn insists.

Cody is probably only putting in an effort because of my hurt shoulder or because he’s Robyn’s brother.

It makes me feel like I may be a real person, however, rather than my twin’s shadow, for the first time in my life.

I want so fucking much for that to be true.

The kitchen is flooded with warm afternoon light through the wide, bay window behind the oak table. It looks out over the forested mountains. The high ceilings are vaulted with beams.

I wrinkle my nose at the buttery, spicy aroma that fills the kitchen. It reminds me of all the times that I baked these scones with Mum.

Homesickness washes through me.

I didn’t think I could experience that for a place where I barely felt like I existed.

No one spoke to me. No one noticed that I was there.

Perhaps, I truly wasn’t a real person who deserved to be seen, until I came to America.

I run my hand through my slicked back hair.

Mum couldn’t afford to buy us cakes and treats, but these scones were cheap to make.

Shay would bounce with excitement to discover that Mum and I had woken up at dawn to bake on a Sunday, so that he’d have scones to eat after hockey practice.

I loved to make my brother happy. I’d have died to make him smile.

Is it strange that now I feel the same about Robyn?

She’s smiling already as she perches on the vast kitchen’s marble counter, swinging her legs.

I watch her pretty tongue curl out and lick over the spoon.

My cock hardens.

I glance away, turning to put the lids on the boxes harder than needed.

I’m wearing aI’LL FEED ALL YOU PUCKERShockey cooking apron over black leather trousers and gray t-shirt.

I never doubted my love of leather trousers, until I fell in love with Robyn. Now, my cock regrets my style choices.

Robyn groans as she licks off the last of the strawberry jam.

I try not to let my own discomfort show on my face.

I’m good at hiding pain. I’ve had a lot of practice.

Then Robyn points the spoon at me again. “You’d be just the sort to throw yourself forward as tribute.”

“I volunteer.”

Haven’t I already done that?

I sacrificed myself for my brother for two long weeks as a kid. I died and rose from the ashes for him.

I’d sacrifice myself again for every member of this family.

I want to — because I care for Robyn like I care for Shay.

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