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Kim replied with a little laugh that made us are laugh. Harper and I both ate our hot dogs well Kim really ate most of his. I was lost in the front seat thinking about sucking on that lovely cock of his. I was pretty sure he was going to enjoy what I was going to do to his cock. I know I sure in the hell was going to enjoy it. “I have to go pee,” Kim said. “Me too,” I replied.

Chapter 28 Harper’s POV I couldn’t sleep a wink. The thought of all I had said last night haunted me. My scalp was sore from constantly tugging at my hair. I sighed as I let my hair fall in waves instead of the usual bun. I woke up so early that I was sure no one was awake at the time, not even the triplets. It was still a bit dark when I snuck out. To my relief, Scott was standing outside the gate with two cups of coffee.

Chapter 30: A Knotted Intrigue The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... A cool breeze greeted a rather lust-addled Conway Rollins as he kneeled before the knotting tree the scent of vanilla wafting all about as he tried his best to struggle against the extending ramifications of his rut-induced desires. His cock was now hard and pulsing as it stretched past the confines of his boxershorts aching to be inside the warm slickness that beckoned it. His nostrils flared and he caught the all too familiar scent of what he had known to have been Porter Fulton as he rounded the corner almost as entranced as he'd been by the pollen from the overbearing knottin

Stephanie grumbled, pulling up another blind. Scott made the sound of a false buzzer. “No. I stopped for gas, and there just happened to be a convenience store, and I just happened to walk in to get something to eat. And besides, I didn’t hear you complaining when you scarfed down that family-sized bag of chips. I think I saw your jaw unhinge.”

We picked as much as we could carry, piling them into my torn shirt that I’d tied like a sack. “Not bad, huh?” I said, trying to lighten the mood. Kim nodded, wiping sweat from her forehead. “Yeah. At least we won’t starve today.” We turned to head back, and that’s when we heard a sound. It was low, deep, and almost like thunder. And it echoed above us. I stopped dead, my head snapping up. Kim froze too, her eyes wide. “Do you hear that?” she whispered. I grinned before I even saw it. “That’s a chopper!”

She could even be quite cunning and a tad sly when she wanted to be. The sound of the grasshoppers and cicadas in the trees almost felt like music in the background. Our spot under the tree wasn't outstandingly shady, but the wind still rustled the leaves and provided us with some slight relief from the heat. I took another swig from my can of beer. I felt this was a special occasion. We were celebrating the end of our childhood, and the start of something new, together with all our closest friends from school. If I drank slowly, I figured I wouldn't have any issues getting back up on my feet afterwards. Samuel was flailing around as a bee landed on his chest, and Scotty started laughing at

The wound puckered, like a smile . that same damned smile . . . while underneath just a hint of bone gleamed white. In Scott’s other hand, blood-smeared scissors dangled from slack fingers. A soft fuzziness closed over him. Jesse kneeled there, breathing in the tangy, metallic scent of Scott’s blood, listening to flies buzz until his parents came home. ***

“Keep going… ah, I’m almost there…” Kit wanted P’Kim to come first, to give him the pleasure he wanted before he came. But unfortunately, he wasn’t able to hold himself back any longer. With a sudden yelp of pleasure, he came all over P’Kim’s black shirt, his cum leaving white stains all over him.

Though I wasn’t exactly close with my own family—except my mother—, Scott talked about his parents and his little sister like he worshipped them. “Do me a favor, though,” Scott began, wincing. “You don’t want to get involved with my sister—” “Whoa, hold up. Do you really think I’m going to try to fuck your little sister?” That would be low, even for me. “No, I was going to warn you about her.” Scott half-groaned, half-laughed. “Look, she’s…kind of free-spirited.” “You said she, direct quote, ‘knew every passenger with an upside-down pineapple on their cabin door’ after that cruise.”

All tied together like a knot. Winnie was already up, barefoot in the living room, arms folded tight. Kris sat at the table with a laptop open, shoulders squared, reading like she was trying to keep her anger from spilling. Scott stood in the kitchen, jacket on, keys in hand, the kind of still that meant he’d been awake for a while. Freeda dragged her thumb down the screen. A graphic filled it, polished and glossy, made to look like kindness. THE JAMES SCHOLARSHIP