Saturday night Miles passed out on the couch with the game still on.I went downstairs with a basket of towels that didn’t need washing. The guest room light was off. Julian was already there. He shut the door this time, put me on my knees on the old carpet, and used my throat until I gagged and spit ran onto my tits. Then he bent me over the plaid, shoved into my cunt, and fucked me in the same quiet rhythm as the night before — deep, mean, one hand over my mouth whenever my voice tried to get out.He came in me, pulled out, pushed into my ass, and finished a second time in that hole while the ceiling creaked with my brother’s dead weight.Sunday morning Miles hugged me at the door.“Be good,” he said. “Don’t let Crowe work you too hard. I know his classes are brutal.”Julian was on the porch with coffee. He smiled like a man who graded papers.“I’ll keep an eye on her.”Miles’s cab pulled away.The house went still.Julian set the mug down, locked the front door, and pointed up.“Yo
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