The Taste of Submission
I'm the middle child and only boy, sandwiched between Anna, our twenty-five-year-old older sister, and Lily, our baby sister twenty.
With both girls away at school and our parents out of town on a business trip, I had the house to myself. They trusted us to handle things alone, and usually, I appreciated that trust.
Today, though, the empty house felt suffocating. Boredom gnawed at me, but something else gnawed lower, physical frustration. It had been too long since I'd been with a lady, and my body was reminding me in increasingly urgent ways. This level of arousal was new to me, almost primal.