Kyle came home around 6:30pm and tossed his keys on the counter. My pussy convulsed and it shook my whole body. As noon turned to late afternoon, I must have texted him four ‘Where R U?’ messages before he responded, ‘Busy. My sluggish mind was trying to do the math from what I could remember of his work schedule. My absolute love for my brother, Kyle. Afraid there won’t be any fuck-boys left for you?”
“Crack!” I slapped Kyle in the face, hard. That tight piece of ass at the bar wanted to fuck your brains out, bro. The only other things in the fridge were a few packets of takeout ketchup, hot sauce and a jar of pickle juice with some pickle pieces from the 1900’s at the bottom. It kind of makes me wonder if she saw this day coming long ago because she always smiled when she saw us together after that, even though we were acting less like siblings and more like lovers in front of her.
