Nathan

“Nathan, oh God.” Lyra moaned, and my lips sucked her clits roughly.

We were at my parents’ house for our traditional Sunday night dinner. Oops, my mistake, it was my parents’ house when they were married. After the divorce, it was my mother’s house. This house belonged to my grandfather. According to his will, if ever my parents got divorced, my mother would be the owner of the house. As expected from a great grandfather.

He was such an amazing person, compassionate, polite, down to earth. Sometimes it amazed me how my father was his son. There was zero similarity between them in personality, even in their thinking there was a gap as huge as the sky and the land. That was the reason for most of the fights when my grandfather was alive.

My father was the only son; he was born after several miscarriages, and it understandably thrilled my grandparents to have a kid of their own. They lavished their kid with money with