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Since he lived the closest, Derek turned into Cory’s apartment complex first, driving around the buildings until he reached Cory’s door. As Cory stepped out and got his stuff from the trunk, Derek and Nic followed him.
“Alright, we’ll pick you up in the morning for school like usual,” Derek said as he closed the trunk for Cory.
“Remember to follow all the rules we talked about,” Nic added.
“Yes … sirs.” Cory nodded.
“Oh yeah, one more rule I almost forgot about,” Derek started again. “No jerking off.”
“What!?” Cory was indignant (and a little turned on).
“You heard him, boy.” Nic looked cocky. “Personally, I don’t really care what you do with your dick, but the way Derek explained it, this way we can keep you horny and ready to go for when we want.”
“Yes, sir,” Cory agreed reluctantly. “Anything else?”
“Nope! See ya in the morning.” Derek gave his hair a ruffle before both he and Nic turned to get back in the car.
Cory sighed as he watched his friends pull away and then turned and walked toward his front door. This had been such a weird weekend. But, like,goodweird. He tried to ignore his cock, but the more he thought about how he couldn’t jerk off, the more he wanted to, while at the same time wanting to follow his orders. It was a very confusing and erection-inducing catch-22. Shaking his head, he unlocked the door.
“Mom, I’m home!” Cory called out as he walked in, relocking the door behind him.
“Cory! In here, prepping some meatballs for dinner later,” Cory’s mother Julia called back from the kitchen.
Cory tossed his bag over the couch and walked into the kitchen, kissing his mom on the cheek as her hands were currently full of meat. It had been just Cory and his mom for as long as he could remember. His dad checked out when he was really young, and Cory hadn’t spoken to him in over a decade. His mom raised him herself, always working full-time to make sure they had a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. Cory tried to do anything he could to help out around the house, but his mom wouldn’t even let him get a part-time job. She wanted him to focus on school—and Cory knew that without a scholarship, he’d never be able to afford college. Not unless he wanted to be paying back student loans for the rest of his life.
“How was the cabin? How are Derek and Nic?” Julia inquired as she continued to mold meatballs, placing them in a glass casserole dish for later. “You guys get up to much trouble?”
“Uh, good.” Cory was glad she couldn’t see him blush as he remembered all the “trouble” they got into. “Same as always. Nothing special. Just hung out, watched movies, played video games.”
“It’s so nice of Linda and Rob to let you boys use that place so much,” Julia continued, speaking about Derek’s mother and father. “I should do something to say thank you. There’s thiscake recipe I saw on Facebook that I’ve been meaning to try…” Cory’s mom loved finding excuses to bake.
“I’m sure they’ll love it, Mom.” Cory wasn’t sure how his mom had the energy sometimes. “I’m gonna go unpack and stuff. Love you!” Cory called behind him, grabbing his bag from the couch and heading to his room.
“Love you, too! Dinner at 7!” After hearing his mom’s response, Cory closed his door and threw his bag on his bed. He then flopped down on his mattress next to it. He had a million thoughts running through his head and didn’t know where to begin.
“I told you to stop stealing my clothes!”
“You don’t even wear this shirt anymore! I’m putting it to good use!”
“By going in my closet andstealing my clothes!”
Nic hung his keys by the door as he walked into the middle of yet another of his sisters’ fights. This was a fairly regular occurrence, so he ignored them and walked back to his room, dropping off his stuff.
“Carajo,why are you screaming in my living roomagain?” That was Nic’s father, Raphael. “What is it this time?”
“Dani keeps going into my closet and stealing my clothes!” Nic’s eldest sister Gabriela complained.
“She doesn’t even wear them anymore!Papa,I am just trying to make sure the clothesyou paid forare being worn!” Daniela tried to appeal to her father’s more practical side.
“How can I wear themif they are never in my own closet?” Gabby screeched back.
Nic reentered the living room and saw his father was pinching the bridge of his nose, a typical response to his teenage daughters’ frequent clashes.
“Daniela, do I not buy you enough of your own clothes?” Raphael spoke with his eyes closed.
“Yes, but—”
“Stop taking your sister’s things without asking. Andboth of youstop screaming in my home, or I willgive yousomething to scream about.”
