Page 64 of The Substitute
“I just want to know what higher power he’s referring to,” I say half to Rhys.
“Blondie and I’m not kidding.”
“Actually, that makes sense.”
Ambrose: Are you still trying to prevent your brother’s untimely death?
Tobi: No, now he’s talking about mediating with a higher power.
Ambrose: Ah, his Blondie shower time. I’m familiar. It’s why I barely get five minutes in the bathroom when we’re away.
Tobi: No wonder you spend so much time in ours when you’re home. Either that or I figured you were jacking off.
Ambrose: It can be both. I’m getting in the shower right now and going to take my damn time.
Tobi: Is it both?
Ambrose: Where else would I be jacking off? You’re always in the room.
Ambrose: I have thought about asking you to watch.
Fuck.
Tobi: Why haven’t you?
Ambrose: I didn’t want to scare you away.
Tobi: I want to watch.
Ambrose sends a picture, and when it loads, it’s a very wet, very naked Ambrose, with a hard cock and a devilish smirk.
Holy fucking shit.
Tobi: that is so unfair.
Ambrose: Next time I’ll ask you to watch.
I don’t even know how to reply.Yes?
Tobi: I’d like that.
I send it, but it sounds so dumb.
He hearts the message.
“I could use a shower,” I mutter to myself.
“Not while I’m in here!” Teddy yells at the same time Mom says, “You’re a little old for baths with your brother.”
“Oh, ew. Absolutely not.” I shake my head in disgust. The blood that was surging to my dick is now quickly moving the other direction. Thanks for ruining that fantasy family.
Dad pinches the bridge of his nose. “I need a drink.”
“Maybe it’s time to look into evicting them, honey.” Dad pats Mom’s shoulder.
“Don’t you dare! That will go on my permanent record.” Teddy throws back.
“We own a house,” Rhys says to Teddy, exasperated.
