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Authors: Lola Swain,Ava Ayers
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We needed to figure out what to do about Mandy Cantervoss,
my brother Nico’s girlfriend. Well, I don’t actually know what the fuck she is
to him. I only know she has the potential to cause real problems in our family.
I did something really stupid the other night after Rose, Serene and I returned
from Professor Teresi’s apartment. I was so horny after the wife came home and
interrupted my grinding session across Professor Teresi’s cock, I had to fuck.
My pussy ached to the point of being torturous and I went to Nico’s room to
have him make the pain go away.
Problem was, he was in his room with Mandy Cantervoss. She
goes to school with us and she is very straight. Silly me figured that it was
no problem that Nico was in there with Mandy. I just wanted to fuck. I knew
that it wouldn’t take long and if she wanted to join us, I was certainly down.
But Nico said that Mandy was horrified and inconsolable after she watched us fuck.
The bitch didn’t leave the room, but she was pretty upset. So upset in fact,
she took it upon herself to write
Brother Fucker
in neon yellow spray
paint across my locker for the entire school to see.
Papa would not allow us kids to have sex until we turned
eighteen. We were subjected to his Control Sessions when we entered puberty. It
was his way to ensure we had control over our emotions. Papa believes, and now
I am convinced, that the most powerful urges are born of the desire for flesh.
That desire, when out of control, has the potential to cause war, topple
civilizations, raze infrastructure.
I have always had an issue with impulse control and sex. I
want it when I want it and with whom I want it. It may not appear to be a very
adult way to handle your body, but it is the purest definition of hedonism and
Papa ingrained that philosophy into us at a very young age. And a hedonistic
lifestyle is a wonderful way to live. Problem is, in order for the lifestyle to
succeed and flourish, all participants have to subscribe to the same value. My
family and I do all live extremely hedonistic lives. Mandy Cantervoss, does
not.
I fucked up by shining the glaring light of difference on
myself and my brother in front of Mandy when I knocked her off his cock and jumped
on it in front of her. And I know all families do not live like ours. I know
this. But I wanted Nico’s cock. Not five minutes from then or the next day, but
at that exact moment. So I took it. But now we’re paying the price and for
that, I feel like shit. Our family cannot risk being outted. I did this. I
outted us.
“Okay,” my brother Alexander said when we gathered in
Papa’s office, “today was a really shitty day for all of us. There were some
harsh words spoken and things escalated physically between Nico and Lyric.
While we all understand why Nico is upset, Lyric is upset as well and did not
intend to put us at risk. With that said, I want to remind everyone that we are
here to figure out a solution to our problem. We all know what that problem is and
there is no need to rehash or blame. So, where are we at? Nico, have you spoken
with Mandy Cantervoss since Lyric and I left school today?”
“No.” Nico said and sighed. “I tried to approach her at
lunch and again after the final bell, but she ran from me both times. She seems
afraid of me now. But I want everyone to know that after the stunt Lyric pulled
in my room in front of her, I thought I had her straightened out. She allowed
me to fuck her and, of course, she had an amazing time. When she left our apartment,
I had no indication that she would spray paint
Brother Fucker
across
Lyric’s locker.”
“What if it wasn’t her?” Rose said.
“Who else could it be, Rose?” Nico said. “No one else has
seen Lyric and I fuck. No, it was definitely her.”
“Okay, so we’re under the assumption that Mandy Cantervoss
wrote that on Lyric’s locker. Now, what do we do about it?” Alexander said.
“I think we should just leave her alone,” Julian said.
“Perhaps the people who did see it won’t think anything of it. After you and
Lyric left school today, I paid one of the janitors to scrub the paint off
before the third period bell rang. So, really, only the kids that were near the
lockers between first and second saw the sign.”
“That’s true,” Serene said. “I didn’t even think of that. Perhaps
not a lot of people saw it? If so, maybe we should do what Julian says and let
it die.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but Bobby Sharpe gave me a definite dirty
look in Professor Teresi’s class. I didn’t go to my locker before first bell so
what if she did it before that?”
“Bobby Sharpe?” Rose said. “Come on Lyric, Bobby Sharpe
gives everyone dirty looks.”
“He also called me a weirdo,” I said.
“You are a weirdo, Lyric.” Nico said and laughed.
It was the first time he addressed me since the incident
at the lockers and it felt nice even if he teased me. Nico is the only one I
fucked. Where Alexander and I have a more traditional brother-sister
relationship, Nico and I have a full-on passionate, tense fuck-fest of a
connection. It was growing stronger until I screwed up with the Mandy stunt. I
love Nico, same as I do the others. I just happen to always want to fuck him.
Each of my brothers is hot, but Nico has something that I am attracted to a
billion times over.
“Okay, are we all in agreement that we let the thing with
Mandy lie?” Alexander said.
We all said yes, except for Serene.
“I don’t think we should. I think we should confront her
and make her admit it and then make her suffer for it!”
“Serene, it will get us nowhere. What are we going to do,
knife her after school and hope no one investigates? She’s too public and
she’ll be missed,” Julian said.
“Julian’s right, Serene.” Nico said and lay on the floor
next to Serene as he stroked her hair. “As much as everyone wants to make her
pay for what she did to Lyric, we need to leave this alone.”
“Fine.” Serene said. “But I want it to go on record that I
am against this.”
“It’s been duly noted,” Alexander said and chuckled.
“Okay, if there’s nothing else, we can adjourn.”
“Actually, Alexander,” I said, “there is something else.
Today in the park, Alexander and I--”
“Had a wonderful time,” Alexander said. “We don’t need to
bore them with the details of our park visit, okay, Lyric?”
I kept my mouth shut. I wanted to tell them what Professor
Teresi’s wife told us in the park, but apparently Alexander didn’t think it a
good idea. With so many wrong assumptions under my belt at that point, I
suppose it was wise to listen to someone else for a change.
I stayed behind with Alexander as the others left Papa’s
office. Nico hugged me and everyone seemed a lot more relaxed than we were at
school. We had to keep up appearances. For Papa’s sake.
“Alexander, what am I going to do about this meeting with
Headmaster Wells? Should I tell Papa to expect a letter? A phone call?”
“I think you should just act as if you know nothing. Like
seeing the wife in the park never happened. Hopefully by the time Papa gets
called in for the meeting, he’ll be out of town. Or maybe we can say he’s out
of town and Carla can go in his place. She’ll do anything for us.”
“That’s a perfect idea,” I said. “Carla will definitely
cover for us!”
“See?” Alexander said and hugged me. “Problem solved! We
have time to decide what to do, Lyric.”
But there was no time.
The next morning, as I sat in Professor Teresi’s class
pissed off because he didn’t show up for the second time, Alden Jensen came
into glass and handed our substitute teacher a note.
“Lyric Trucido?” Mrs. Albanao said as she read the note.
I knew what they wanted and immediately felt dizzy.
“Yes?” I said.
“Headmaster Wells is requesting your presence, now. Please
gather your belongings and go directly to his office.”
The kids muttered and murmured as I stuffed my books into
my book bag. Bobby Sharpe shook his head at me and laughed as I walked by his
desk. Idiots. All of them.
I walked down the corridor slowly as I made my way toward
the headmaster’s office. I knew Papa was coming and the fact that I hadn’t
given him advanced warning scared the fuck out of me. Papa never likes
surprises and he doesn’t like threats toward his identity or his family. I
presented him with both. I took a deep breath and opened the door to the office
and Papa was the first person I saw.
I stopped and stared at him in the doorway. He looked so
handsome in his black suit and long black cashmere coat. He removed his leather
gloves and cracked his knuckles as he stared at me. He smiled, but his eyes
were as dark as the sky before an August afternoon rainstorm.
“Ah...Lyric has arrived,” Papa said to the headmaster’s
secretary. “Lyric, come and sit here.”
He patted the empty seat next to him and I walked toward
him. His eyes never lost their dark and his smile never waned. He was fucking
pissed.
“Hi, Papa,” I said as I sat down.
I rested my head on his shoulder and he moved away from
me.
“What am I doing here, hmm?” Papa said through clenched
teeth. “Why was I called out of a most important meeting to meet you here?”
“Papa, I can explain everything,” I said.
“Mr. Trucido and Lyric?” the secretary said and stood from
her chair. “Headmaster Wells will see you now.”
“Well, I suppose I’ll find out first hand, now,” Papa said
as he grabbed me by the arm and led me into the office.
Headmaster Wells is a big, fat jolly looking man who
always smiles. His face is flushed red from too much liquor, but he seems
pretty together. He was not smiling, however, when Papa and I walked into his
office.
Papa extended his hand and Headmaster Wells shook it. He
dipped his head and it almost looked as if he was bowing to Papa. It made me
giggle and both men gave me dirty looks. Headmaster Wells asked us to sit in
the leather club chairs in front of his desk. He offered Papa coffee, me
nothing, cleared his throat and spoke.
“I bring you both into my office today to discuss a
problem that was brought to my attention by Professor Teresi and his wife.”
Papa stiffened in the chair beside me. He knew why we were
there.
“Excuse me,” I said, “his wife? What on earth does
Professor Teresi’s wife have to do with anything?”
“Lyric, Professor Teresi’s wife has very much to do with
everything in this matter,” Headmaster Wells said and turned to Papa. “You see
Mr. Trucido, it appears Lyric has a crush on Professor Teresi. Now I know
schoolgirl crushes are somewhat commonplace, however, Lyric crossed a line when
she appeared at Professor Teresi’s apartment the other day.”
I stared at the paper Headmaster Wells ran his fingers
back and forth over. But I felt Papa turn his head and his eyes burned in the
side of my face.
“His apartment, you say?” Papa said. “Lyric, did you go to
Professor Teresi’s home, uninvited?”
“Yes,” I said as I stared at the paper.
“Well,” Headmaster Wells said, “I do want to impress upon
you, Lyric that Professor and Mrs. Teresi were in no way pleased you violated
their personal space. Our teachers are our teachers. They are not friends or
buddies and it is unacceptable to pop over to their homes uninvited.”
My face burned. It was not just from the humiliation of
being called out by Headmaster Wells. It was not just from the anger I felt
toward Professor Teresi because he totally caved to his wife and threw me under
the bus. It was also from Papa. That’s what terrified me the most. Papa made me
burn.
“Lyric,” Papa said, “do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Fine,” Papa said and stood from his chair and buttoned
his coat. “Lyric understands, Headmaster Wells. You will not have a repeat of
this juvenile behavior. What do I do with such silly teenage girls? These three
girls will be the death of me!”
Papa chuckled but he was not laughing. I stood from my
chair with my head bowed and Headmaster Wells reached out and pulled down on my
arm.
“Yes, I sympathize, Mr. Trucido. But if you would take a
seat again, we have one more matter concerning Lyric to discuss.”
I plopped back down in my chair and Papa lowered to his. I
kept my head bowed and my eyes shut. I wished I could turn myself into one of
those balled-up bugs and roll the fuck out of the office.
“Okay,” Papa said and crossed his arms over his chest. “I
hope this doesn’t take too long because I’ve already been called out of one
meeting. What, now? Another crush?”
Papa put his hand on the back of my head and applied
pressure until I lifted my head.
“No,” Headmaster Wells said, “something more serious. It
seems your son Julian approached one of our maintenance technicians yesterday
with some money to do something. The technician did it, but as it seemed like a
bribe and in violation of our employee’s code of conduct, brought me the money.
And a picture of the, well, offense.”
Headmaster Wells shuffled some papers around his desk and
found the picture. He glanced at it, looked up at me and shook his head. He
turned the picture toward Papa, leaned over his desk and held the photo in
front of his face. I didn’t need to look at it, I knew already what it was. But
Papa increased the pressure on the back of my head and forced me to look at it
as he studied it too. And there it was, memorialized in an 8x10 color
glossy...my locker with the words
Brother Fucker
painted across the top
in yellow neon.
Papa turned my head so I faced him, his wrath evident, and
cleared his throat.
“Well, this appears to be the case of Lyric being
bullied,” Papa said and released my head as he turned to Headmaster Wells. “And
what will you do about it?”
The headmaster sat down and looked back and forth between
me and Papa.
“Mr. Trucido, I do not think this is the case at all. You
are very active with Wilton Day and we do appreciate your unique situation,
being a single father to six teenagers must be difficult. But after surveying
the situation, I really must go to the Board to see what to do about this.”