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“Hi, Soul,” Kiki purred, stroking my arm.

Disgust rose as I yanked away from her and glowered. “Not now, Kiki.”

“You’re always busy, Soul,” Kiki stated, reaching out to stroke my thigh.

I shifted away on my stool and nearly fell off.

Priest chuckled.

“I said not now!”

“Soul, you’re so tense. You need to relax,” Kiki pushed and leaned against me. Her breasts pressed into my arm, and if I looked down, I knew I’d see nipples.

“We were talking. Fuck off, Kiki. Jesus, don’t you understand English?” I snapped.

“Soul, I’m just trying to help you ease some tension,” Kiki pouted.

“Kiki, if I wanted to get laid, I’d find a woman who hadn’t been my brother’s dump truck for their cum,” I replied, and Priest chuckled as Kiki gasped.

“That’s so rude!”

“But the fuckin’ truth. I don’t want to be shoving my dick where all my brothers have. Now fuck off,” I ordered firmly.

“Don’t ask me to suck your dick!” Kiki hissed, and I laughed.

“Again. Not gonna be an issue.” I turned my back on her and rolled my eyes at Priest.

“Dude, you’re a minority. A brother who’s not fucked a whore. They want the bragging rights of banging you,” Priest said with a rare grin.

“Yeah, goes for you, too,” I said, and Priest’s smile became a frown. Ah, nothing like ruining someone else’s day!

Chapter Three.

Maci

Iknew that man was like me. Why wouldn’t Hamilton see it? I’d been watching him a long time, and I saw how he reacted when someone lied. He itched his arm like it hurt. Mine did the same. I might only be seven, but I wasn’t a baby. No matter what Hamilton said!

The sun shone as I sat in my chair in the garden. The pain was bad, and Hamilton was too tired to block it. That happened sometimes. Hamilton was taking a break to recharge. So, it was medication and hot baths to help me relax. Mom thought it helped, and they did a bit. I might only be seven, but I wasn’t silly.

Though today, the pain had been horrible, and Mom had kept me off school. Mom was working, so I was out here reading. I’d managed to edge closer to the fence. He was home. I’d heard him earlier. I was trying to figure out how to force him to admit he was special. There had to be a way, and I was very clever. That man would tell the truth.

Soul

Maci was watching me again. I could sense Maci’s eyes boring through the panels separating us. I was unsure whether to talk to her or not. Was it wrong if I approached first? Maci was a kid, and I was an adult.

Bryony was protective of her kids; that much was clear. In the end, I decided it was best not to rock the boat.

I lay in the sun, soaking up the rays for the following hour, when I heard voices.

“Maci, you’re becoming obsessed,” Hamilton stated.

“And you never listen!”

“Because what you are saying is wrong. Mom says we’re special. Do you really think we moved next door to someone like us? Mother told us never to mention… our thing. I bet he doesn’t have a thing. That would be—”

“What?”

“Outrageous,” Hamilton exclaimed.

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