تسجيل الدخولColt age twenty-one I paced the apartment waiting for Konner to get back. He left two days ago. He said something was going on with Finley but wouldn't tell me anything else. He had texted me and said she was going through some shit but would eventually be OK, and then I got another that said she was dropping out of school and quitting basketball and then a follow up text telling me not to reach out to her. That she didn't want me to know about anything. It killed me knowing that she was struggling and she didn't want my help. I'm sure she hates me and she has every right. Hell, I hated myself for it as well. My guilt has never lessened; it only gets worse. My heart hurts for what I did to her. No amount of alcohol helped. Sleeping with other girls doesn't help me. Hell, that only makes it worse. I've tried to stop both and I've managed to not sleep with anyone in the last two weeks, and it's worked but the drinking is a little harder. The door opened and Konner walked in, lookin
Finley Age Eighteen It has been two weeks since I found out I was pregnant. I was supposed to be starting the job at the physical therapy office, but I had to tell them that I could no longer accept it. It was supposed to be for students that were going to school for physical medicine and since I won't be going to school this year, I couldn't take the job. It wouldn't be fair. After I walked out of the office, I knew there was one more thing that I had to do. I had to tell my brother I was pregnant but I sure as shit wasn't going to tell him who the father was. I would never tell a person who the father was. He had moved on. He had talked with his new girlfriend about me. All of my insecurities that I had, he really thought, were true about me. I had to move on with my life. That one night with him ruined my entire life and now I was going to have a reminder of it for the rest of my life. What the fuck did I just think? God, I sounded like my mom and I didn't want that. I didn't
Colt Age twenty-one I stepped out of the shower and dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist and went into my bedroom. Alicia is over. We were just friends. I met her after I came out of my drunken stupor. I was able to talk to her about Finny, since I couldn't talk to Konner. She has helped me a lot. She had even encouraged me to reach out and just check on her and see if there could still be a friendship, but I couldn't because I would slip back into that place with her. It was always so easy with her, and she was the most beautiful woman ever and I knew I couldn't resist her, especially since I've had her once. I can't go back there. "Who was on the phone?" I asked Alicia as I grabbed clothes out of my dresser. "Oh, it was my mom." "I thought it was mine that was going off." "Nope," she said, popping the P. I turned around and saw the way she looked at me, and it wasn't with friendship eyes. There was more there as she looked at my chest and six pack. Fuck why couldn'
Second Quarter Finley Age 18 six weeks later I sat on the love seat in my studio apartment. Thankfully my father had helped me set this up before he died because after he did my mother cut me off from everything. She basically said I was no child of hers and that she doesn't have to support me anymore since I am now eighteen. Konner has been helping me some, but I don't want to take from him so for right now I'm working and once school starts and I move into the dorm things will get better. I will then be on scholarship, and I won't have to worry as much. That night I woke up in the hotel alone and the note from Colt, I broke. I cried for two days. Konner thought it was because of everything that had happened. I wasn't about to tell him what happened between Colt and me. He was also worried about him because he left saying something happened that he had to take care of but really, he was just getting away from me. He thought I couldn't handle what we did and left. I could have, bu
Colt Age Twenty-one I was going to hell. I just ate out my best friend's sister, and it was the best fucking pussy of my life. I was never a huge fan of it, but girls loved it and so I would do it but with her it was different. She tasted like honey and the fucking noises she made as I built her up had me harder than I had ever been but when she cried out my name as she came, about caused me to come on the bed like some thirteen year old boy seeing his first porn. I kissed up her stomach, wanting to slow this down a little bit. I wanted to savor every second of this because it could never happen again. I hope she can understand that. I should have had that talk with her beforehand and made it clear, but it's a little late for that. I made it up to her perfect creamy tits and I took my time lavishing them with attention. By her reaction earlier her nipples were sensitive, and I loved that. I was a tit man and hers were perfect. The fit in my hand like they were made for them. I m
Finley Age EighteenI stood at the back of the funeral. I didn't want to see or speak to my mother. I couldn't hear my mother spew her hatred towards me. She did play the perfect widow. Sitting in the chairs placed at the front, crying, wearing all black, including a hat that had some sort of vail on it. Her hair and makeup were done up perfectly and those big fake tears rolling down her cheeks made me want to vomit. I couldn't even remember the last time I saw them have a conversation. They never acted like what I thought a married couple would act. There were no stolen kisses, no holding hands, not secret looks. She wanted money and he provided that for her. I'm not sure what she ever provided besides Konner and I. I stood alone at the back and watched as they carried the coffin out of the car and I watched Konner and Colt both on opposite sides carrying him. A sob caught in my throat as they set the coffin on the holder. I don't know what it's called.Watching my brother break dow







