Damien Blackwood swore he'd never become the man his father was. Then his grown son moved home — and everything Damien buried came roaring back. A slow descent into obsession, guilt, and surrender. No redemption. Just them. Forever.
Like every child, I always looked forward to Christmas morning. When I got into my teens the magic seemed to wear off a bit as the dolls and toys gave way to clothes, CDs and the usual teenager gifts. That all changed after I turned sixteen and started having sex with my parties. Ever since then, Christmas mornings have been extra special because now I look forward to my "special" Christmas present from my dad.
Finally, my sophomore year was over and summer break was here. I had been wondering how my first few days would be after being gone for so long. Well, I needn't have worried as my parents had quite a homecoming planned for me.
It was almost six years ago when I gave Steve my virginity. Today I'm twenty and have been fucked by dozens of guys and sucked well over a hundred more since Steve moved away but I'll never forget my first time with him. I may not have been his first but I like to think I was his best. Hopefully at his wedding I could leave him with something to remind him of that when he was with his new bride!
It had been quite a week. Once my cousin Tammy gave her virginity to my dad it was like a door opened for her, leading her to a whole new way of life. Her father had her the next day and then she finally did it with her brother a couple of days later. I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise that my slutty cousin Kristen would find a way to worm her way in on the action as well.
When Cass told her father she was gay, he didn't get angry. He smiled, and decided a girl who wants girls just never had the right man — and that he'd be the one to prove it. To both of us: she was mine and I was hers, in secret, and had been for a year. He used my paintings to get close. Made me watch. Then made me part of it. By fall he had both our bodies and thought that was all of us. It wasn't — and the part he never reached is why we'll never get out.