Bad Apple

I should’ve called Claire and told her that Kathleen was picking me up. But, Claire was so damn uptight. How we were going to live in the same house was beyond my comprehension. She talked to me like I was fucking stupid most of the time. Just cause I’d been in the joint. I wasn’t dumb. Besides, I hadn’t had any pussy for years. It felt like a fucking lifetime. The last thing I wanted to do when I got out was listen to Claire set down the rules on her place while I was as frustrated as hell. Shit, it made sense to call Kathleen and have her pick me up.She would feed me.Not only my stomach, but my cock too.I just needed to stop at the diner to satisfy one appetite before she satisfied the other. Kathleen had no idea what being in jail for three years meant. I couldn’t jerk off without some guy getting the wrong idea, so guys like me kept themselves to themselves and never thought about sex.I used to fuck morning, noon, and night, it was hard. It was fucking difficult. One time I

I wanted to say something. Anything to break the fucking ice. But the thought of my dad dying just brought it all home. I shook my head as we got into the elevator. Not only because I felt like I was on the way to the funeral home, but because I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.That was when my phone started to buzz. As the doors closed, it stopped. I didn’t need to look at it to know that there could only be one person calling: Kathleen.“Have you lived here long?” I turned to ask Claire. I was moving in with her whether we both liked it or not. We would have to get along. Small talk seemed to be the only way to break the ice.That was when it dawned on me that I would be staying in this block. I remembered thinking as we drove through downtown that Claire’s apartment would be most likely on Hoover Avenue.Not sure why I thought that?After all, we were practically strangers. Since she graduated from law school, we had never seen each other. Well, part of that was because I had

I dropped her hand and took my surroundings in for a brief moment. Her room was cold—I’d expected to see red walls and maybe an enlarged photo of her above her bed. I’d imagined a four-poster bed with nets. Her room was nothing like that.There were no photos, nothing personal. It was as if it wasn’t her place, but a showroom. Even that would have had a picture on the wall. Something to make it more inviting. The bedcovers were the same color as the walls and floor, cream. I had been in a few women’s bedrooms, and none of them had been as cold as Claire’s. For a minute it took me by surprise, especially because of the way she was hungry for me. Did this sex-craved woman really live here?Did she rent it because she didn’t want me to know where she really lived?I shook my head and thought about her stripping down like a hooker ready to take her favorite client. There was no misunderstanding about what we were about to do.A whole lot of fucking!I just needed to take my time. I want

I woke up in the morning and got the shock of my life. Rogue, my stepbrother, butt naked with me in my bed, and I was in the same state. Not to mention the various aches in my body and the suspicious liquid leaking out of me between my thighs.Fuck.That was what we’d done yesterday. Even asleep, how was that something I could forget? It had to be one of the dumbest things I’d ever done, and I had done a few crappy things in my time, a few in high school and mostly in college. Mom wasn’t going to be happy.Fuck!Then again, she didn’t need to know.Except, we were supposed to meet her yesterday, and she was bound to have questions about what we’ve been up to and even worse, if we’re getting along. We shared bodily fluids so we’re getting along a bit too well.In my bed with Rogue fucking me in many different positions.I couldn’t say that. Neither did I want to deal with Rogue once he woke up because I didn’t doubt things would be awkward after this. I was supposed to live with him,

I was exhausted by the time I got home. After putting up with my boss for so long, he’d finally let me check out of work. I didn’t even know if I was going to get paid a bonus for winning the case, seeing as I'd be working with one of the partner’s.I’d done it once and it didn’t work out well with the senior partner. Because, he ended up taking all the credit, while I did the scraps in their eyes, but really I did the bulk of the work, but going against one of the senior partner’s was like fucking law suicide. No one would hire you after your current firm fired you, because you wouldn’t be deemed as a team player.Once, I got home, the lights were on, but the apartment was silent, was the first thing I noticed upon entering. I looked around the living room, a bit scared to move past the door. It was ridiculous, because I was worried about how he would react, but this was still my place.If he had something to complain about…well, it wasn’t like I could kick him out, either. I wasn’t