Back home.

I was home by around 12:00. Mom wouldn’t be back until Monday, so I was safe there. It was my first time staying out of the house without asking for permission, so I felt pretty guilty about it. I went up to my room to lay down, but I was stopped by my sister coming out of her own room and blocking the hallway. I did not need that.

“Oliver, would you mind explaining what the fuck?” she asked me, arms crossed under her big chest and with her chin lightly raised as she looked down at me.

“…I stayed at Thomas’ house last night to help him clean up this morning. Unlike many others who left without lifting a finger,” I answered coldly and clearly. When it came to my sister, I could speak just fine. I just didn’t want to more often than not.

“The fuck you did,” she shot back. “I saw you going upstairs with Sarah, Grace and Milana. Half the people there did. Mind telling me what happened?”

“Nothing you should care about.”

“Oliver! There are nasty rumors around those three!”

She thought I didn’t know the rumors? For better or worse, my ears always perked up when their names were brought up close to me.

“Nothing happened,” I repeated. “And that’s what you’ll believe if you don’t want mom to know you brought the boyfriend she still doesn’t know about home while she was away.”

She flinched. “You wouldn’t.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I shrugged. “You think it was nice to hear you fucking in the other room?”

She blushed deeply and took a step back. “I thought you had your headphones on!”

“All night? Please, Isabelle,” I sighed. “That was a dirty fucking move and you know it, so don’t come lecturing me on what I should or shouldn’t do.”

I walked past her easily as she moved aside to let me. It didn’t feel good talking to my sister like that. It really didn’t. But she was always the first to start things. She was always so worried about herself that she didn’t…

No, it didn’t matter.

I locked myself in my room, sat on my bed and grabbed my electric guitar. I started strumming random parts of songs without plugging it in, just trying to keep myself distracted but it wasn’t working well.

If I focused, I could still smell the girls’ perfumes, I could feel their skin against mine, I could taste their lips… God, kissing had felt amazing. Sex had felt even better, no doubt, but there was something special about a kiss that gave me chills just remembering it. I was a virgin just a few hours ago, and I suddenly had my first time with three gorgeous girls who seriously wanted me.

But why? Why did they want me? Why were they okay with the foursome? What would happen after it? I wanted desperately for that… relationship to continue. I briefly entertained the thought of dating all three of them at once, but thinking that would only get me hurt more later on.

Author's Note: You may be wondering: "Fantasy, why is this chapter so short?" and the answer is... I don't remember. I was even a little confused as to why I'd leave a chapter at 500 words. I think it's because this is a chapter from when I wasn't sure I'd even publish this story, so I didn't care about chapter length.

Anyway. Another chapter coming tomorrow.

Or you could also... join the Patreon? I don't know. Just talking to myself here.