Lucas
All good things in life end at one point. So obviously after the pool round I spend a few more hours until lunch and then I left before dinner time, considering that the kids have been alone with irresponsible Kevin for more than a day and a night.
Who knows what could've happened in this time span and since I am always curious I have to check. So I had to leave but not for long since tomorrow I'm going to be back to work.
I arrive home and it is pretty dark outside already so maybe the children are safe and sleeping, maybe I have nothing to worry about, but after raising them for years your mother instincts come out and you can't help it.
I open the door and am greeted by sounds coming from the living room. There are not the usual sounds of chatting, screaming and television playing out loud but the sound of a game playing in the background.
I step further into the house and notice two people standing on the couch -Kevin and Forrest, two consoles in their hands while the TV screen shows a car race game.
Where did the Xbox come from?
They don't seem to notice me since they're deep into the race so I make my presence noticeable by sitting on the couch next to Forrest who seems extremely frustrated and blushed. That's when I look at the TV and realize that the red car on the last place is Forrest and the green one on the first place is Kevin who is now winning.
I try not to laugh at Forrest's pout as he realizes he's losing but I fail, earning a scowl from him.
"I can't believe you have this Xbox and all these games but you play like shit." Kevin smirks and bumps into Forrest's car, sending him off a cliff.
"Shut up." Forrest throws the console on the ground and crosses his arms over his chest like a child.
I kiss him on the cheek which brings his joy back and soon all three of us start playing different games since the children are deep in sleep from what Kevin told me. Apparently Forrest came over because he was bored and since Kevin was the only one asleep they started playing on the device Forrest brought from his apartment.
We start playing Just Dance for one hour until we're tired and out of breath. Forrest and Kevin fall asleep the second their butts touch the couch but I remain awake, unable to find sleep with everything that's going on in my head at this moment.
I don't want to start overthinking everything Anthony told me today so instead I look down at my brother and friend who are asleep beside me. Somehow they ended up cuddled together, Forrest snuggled into Kevin's chest. I smile. I'm not one to feel icky about my best friend and brother being close.
Unfortunately, as much as I stare at them and try to take my mind off things, I still go back to thinking about Anthony and the story he told me.
All this time I thought I went through so much but apparently my story doesn't even compare to his. If I feel weird about him killing someone? Not really. He had his reasons.
Speaking of Anthony, a knock comes from the door. I rub my tired eyes and tip toe all the way to the front door, opening it and revealing a tall figure standing in the door frame, a plastic bag in his hand.
I look at him confused of why he's here.
He holds up the bag with a goofy smile. "Forgot your uniform."
I sigh as I come to the realization that I left Anthony's house wearing his big shirt and some spare sweatpants that were left in my locker. After the morning round he offered me his shirt in which I stood in the whole day, nothing underneath. Right before leaving, I just slipped some pants on and left.
I don't really care about the uniform, I'm just happy he's here.
I pull him in the house and put a finger over my lips, signaling for him to be silent. We pass the couch, careful not to wake the two sleepyheads up. Anthony shoots me a weird look as he sees Forrest cuddled up with my brother but I shut him down as I bring him into my room.
Maybe he'll sleep over, maybe we'll do more than just sleep. I'm happy either way.
What I did not expect was to be cuddled up in his lap on my bed while he asks me the same questions I asked him a few hours ago.
"What about your parents? I don't know much about you either." He states and I sigh, refusing to answer. Is this why he came here? Just to ask me uncomfortable questions?
But to be fair, I stuck my nose in his past too so I can't blame him for doing the same.
"My life is not that interesting." I lie, trying to get out of this situation. He obviously doesn't buy it.
"I told you about me, Lucas. If we want to have a relationship we need to trust each other into telling our traumas." He explains and I sigh, giving in.
He's right, and besides that, telling him about my traumatic childhood won't change his opinion on me. I'm still not ready to tell him about his wife being my mother so I decide to leave that out as I start talking.
I start with my childhood and my parents and their fights, followed by my father leaving for the army. I include everything in detail; the day dad abused Kevin and how mom didn't stop him, the day my mother left and everything after that until this very moment. I tell him about how I raised these children my whole teenage years and about our financial situation throughout the years. I don't leave my father's alcoholism out. Only the name of my birth-giver.
"I know it's not as bad as yours but—" I try to assure him that I'm okay and in no need for any comforting but the tears streaming down my face say otherwise. Remembering and saying everything out loud brought back memories and as I said before, I am a crybaby so there is no surprise that I started crying halfway through storytelling.
"Shh, it's okay." He rubs my back but the tone of his voice only makes me cry harder. "I'm sorry that happened to you."
"I-I'm sorry that some things happened to you too." I repeat, referring to what he told me earlier today. Although I had to dig into my past and hurt myself, I'm also happy that Anthony and I got to trust each other and get closer.
But although I am fulfilled and not sad anymore, my senses don't let the tears stop.
I decide to press my lips against Anthony's in hunger. Why am I getting horny in every situation?
Anthony sees my intentions and turns us around, me between him and the bed.
"Make me forget for a while." I beg him, my words muffled by his lips. He nods and in two seconds my clothes are off but unfortunately his stay on. Is it like another kink of his, me to be naked and him being fully dressed?
Probably yes, but right now I can't give two shits about his kinks, I need to feel his skin. Without permission, I snatch the t-shirt off him and then yank his pants and boxers down.
"I'm not sure I can take you again today. I'm sore." I state, hopeful that he would understand and respect that.
He smirks, "I have the perfect position for that."
In a matter of seconds I'm put on my hands and knees and his body slips underneath mine so that my face is in front of his intimate parts and my parts are in front of his.
I soon forget about every single sad moment of today as his tongue starts pleasuring me as I return the favor.
We get lost in each other while trying this new position and there is nothing more I could ask for.
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My eyes slowly open, a déjà vu coming to life as I feel a warm body hugging me as light shines throughout the room.
I really hope we weren't loud last night but these walls are thin.
I stretch my limbs and arch my back off the bed, bones creaking. Big hands rub my stomach as lips start kissing my neck. I smile and look back at the man behind me, only the warm blanket covering us.
"Good morning."
"Morning, baby." He kisses my cheek and stands up on his bum to take a better look at my face, the sheets pooling at his waist.
I giggle when he takes one of my feet in his hands and starts tickling the bottom playfully.
Then he comes back to hug me, "I really love these kinda mornings."
I smile and hug him back, but of course, our moment has to be interrupted. A ringing noise echoes throughout the room, making me groan.
Anthony sighs but stands up to grab his phone and check the message he got. I expect him to silence his phone after and then come back into bed but as he analyzes the phone screen, he remains silent.
I look at him confused as he stands up and dresses in his clothes, sliding his sweatpants up his legs as quick as possible. I stand up from my laying position and expect and explanation but since he ignores me and continues grabbing his things, I decide to ask myself.
"What happened?"
"Marianne is back in town." He announces and with that he pecks my lips and then leaves the room, promising to call me later.
After the door of my bedroom slams shut I still remain shocked at the words I just heard. She is back, she is here. And this time I have a feeling I'm not going to get away with my secret. And just like I said before, all good things in life end at one point.
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