As you walk up the stairs you suddenly remember Alex. You get a strange feeling as if he's right next to you, but you don't see or hear anyone.
You pull yourself up the stairs, go into your still messy room and plop down on the chair by the window. You look around and remember the last time you were in this room and how you furiously measured your erection every hour, hoping it didn't shrink; it felt like it all happened a hundred years ago. You chuckle a little at the silliness of it all - for all your fussing and hand (and cock) wringing, it didn't make a blind bit of difference - the bigoted creep of a doctor shot you anyway, and now here you are, nursing a hole that had been deflowered by a sterile werewolf.
After finishing your tea, you finally get round to refreshing yourself properly. You take off your tattered clothes, throw them in a corner, then dig around in your small wardrobe for a clean shirt, some trousers and a fresh set of undergarments. You pull out a horribly unmatched set - an olive green and white shirt with a pair of orange pants, throw them over your shoulder and head off to take a shower.
You don't bother covering yourself up since only your dad and brothers ever came up here and at this hour, your two older brothers would be working (or fucking), and the younger ones would be in school (and dreaming of fucking). You go into on of the four bathrooms, switch on the water and wait for it to heat up.
As you lean against the sink, you can't help but look into the mirror. It's first time you're looking at the new you - freshly injected and generously fucked. You see that there are upwards of eight angry red-purple spots all over your neck and body, which makes you panic slightly before you realize what they really are - Alex's love bites. You feel a stab of white hot regret when you remember how you left things with him and you're about to go into a **** spiral of horrible imaginings of what would happen if you ever saw him again, or worse, if you never saw him again.
Thankfully, at that moment you notice the mirror clouding up, signaling that the water was now hot enough (you like it scalding, which is... unusual... for a frost fairy). You jump in and let the boiling water run down your grimy body. You close your eyes and give yourself a few perfunctory rubs over your shoulders and down your torso, making sure the water gets everywhere. You idly brush over your cock, balls and your tender ass without stopping - you seem to be utterly un-horny.
Just then the door bursts open and you see your dad holding the doorknob, "Oh, sorry about that..." he says quickly, he looks furtively at you, as if trying to assess if you've got a piece of broccoli stuck on your shoulder, "I.. didn't... know..." he continues slowly as he carries on his odd inspection at a distance, "... you... were here... Well, I'll try another bathroom." Then, just as he turns to leave he shouts back, "And don't forget to clean behind your ears!"
After you finish your shower, you pull out one of the towels from storage and dry yourself off and dress up before leaving the bathroom. You're towel drying your hair on your way to your room when for a second you think you hear Alex's voice. You stop and strain your ears to listen, but all you can hear is your dad droning on to the stranger. Then there's silence, and a few seconds later, you hear the thud of the chest on the dining table. You dare to descend a few steps so you can hear better.
A few minutes pass and you hear nothing, and just as you're about to turn and leave, you are suddenly stopped in your tracks - that voice! It really is Alex!
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