“Anyway. We’re here, kiddo.”
James said thanks and hurriedly got out of the car. He looked at his smiling dad. Wouldn’t it be better to live in reality than live in the bubble of an otherwise perfect but fake happiness? James felt a wave of courage wash over him. Maybe he should tell his dad–
He froze, his face aghast. He saw Alex in the corner of his eyes. And they locked gazes. The football ace noticed his dad on the car and smiled wickedly. The bully ran towards him and wrapped his arms around his shoulder.
“Hey, bitch boy.”
James saw his dad flinch over the demeaning nickname.
He asked worriedly, “Who is this…? Why does he call you that, James?”
He tried to answer. He couldn’t.
Alex laughed heartily and said, “Oh, no worries, sir. James and I are very close. It’s just a nickname. He calls me, ‘motherfucker,’ too.”
His dad paused before nodding with understanding as he chuckled.
“So that’s how it is.”
James’ heart dropped at the sick word-play his dad didn’t get.
“Anyway, sir. My name’s Alex. I’m actually here to tell you that you’re a SUPER lucky man, marrying a wife like that. She helps me out a LOT.”
Brandon was surprised. His wife helps his son’s friends?
“Oh…?”
Alex licked his lips and said, “She makes me ‘come’ a lot. And she also gives me something to drink when I’m thirsty. By far, her liquids are my favorite. It’s super sweet, sweeter than honey. She lets me play a lot with James too and I’m really thankful for that. Actually, I gave her some of my own personal juices last night as thanks, you know? She said she loved it. I really hope she does.”
His dad cluelessly laughed and replied, “She probably meant it. My wife is pretty straightforward. She doesn’t mess around.”
Alex chuckled and said, “She did look like she enjoyed it, I guess. Though she’s also a bit of joker, sir. She ‘messed around,’ with me a LOT.”
Brandon laughed and agreed. He thought the kid meant his wife jokes when he said she ‘messed around,’ with him a lot.
Messily inhaling his dick in her throat around and letting him fuck her ass was not, in the slightest, how he interpreted that.
“Anyway, I have to go. I’ll see you around, kiddo. Oh, and really nice meeting you, Alex.”
“You too, sir.” The bully smirked.
Brandon drove away, more in love with his wife for looking after not only their son, but his friends too.
Alex guffawed and said, “Damn. He really is clueless, huh? Shit got me so hard, I might have to skip practice today and just call one of my sluts for some good sucking.”
He patted James’ back and said, “It was my first time meeting him actually. I’ve only ever seen pictures of their wedding or his embarrassing dicklet pics for real. Your mom complains about it a lot too. Jesus. If she didn’t take it in the ass good, I would’ve dropped her long ago.”
James flinched at the obscene remarks about his mom. So did his dick. Unfortunately it didn’t escape Alex’s keen eyes.
“Shit, you’re hard too?” He mocked and continued, “That’s some real masochistic shit. Bonafide cuck, huh? Good thing you enjoy it. With your small dick, regardless of what you want, that’s honestly all you’ll ever be.”
James glared at him. Which he immediately regretted the next second.
Alex’s expression took a turn. James flinched and subconsciously backed off from his imposing stature.
“Nice eyes you got there. You got something to say, bitch boy?” he asked. The air materializing with a suffocating pressure. A pressure he knew quite familiarly.
“N-no, sir.” He anxiously replied. Fuck. Why did he call him that?
Alex noticed too and laughed. James was relieved–the oppressive atmosphere suddenly dissipated.
“Submissive as fuck. Not as much as your mom though.”
James stood there, ashamed.
“Anyway, I’m gonna have my dick knobbed. So pick a girl for me: Cecille or Hana?”
James felt his stomach drop. One of them was the most popular cheerleader in the school and the other was his former childhood friend, his crush, Hana.
Did she….fall for Alex’s machineries too?
Alex didn’t give him time to think as he changed his mind, “You know what, I’ll have both at the same time. They’ll probably agree anyway. It’ll be a good double blow. They’ll meet each other and work like a team too. Girl power, am I right?
James fumed inwardly. Perhaps because he was raised in the presence of two strong, independent women, he was quite a passionate feminist. He always hated how disrespectfully Alex treated women, like they were inferior.
But he couldn’t do anything about it.
He didn’t understand why his bully was so incorrigible towards women.
More than that though, he didn’t understand why his women, nay, his sluts seemed to crave it like it was a form of drug.
“Bye, bitch boy.”
The bully’s large frame entered the school.
James breathed heavily. He could do this. He’ll see his beloved sister again after this. He could do this. He entered the school door.
The minute school was over, he ran home. Obviously, he didn’t forget the cake. He got mocha–her favorite flavor of almost anything. Written on the front was, “Welcome home”.
He opened the door and saw his older sister again after seven years, his eyes tearing up. He didn’t even have to pretend to be surprised as he hugged her. His intense joy was genuine after all. She was also beyond delighted to see him after all these years.
Years treated her good. Alyssa looked absolutely gorgeous. Her long, blonde hair was tied up in a bun and she still had the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen on a person. It was sea-green in color, with a tint of red on some parts. Her attitude was as positive as ever too. James swears he’s never seen her panic or even scrunch in pain. She just always radiated this sort of realistic optimism, making you want for rely on her.
James invited her to drink, he was never old enough for it before she left after all. The highly-sought out surgeon laughed and obliged. They talked for hours, just telling stories and things that happened to them. You’d think the distance would have made the siblings a lot more warier towards each other, but no–they felt as close as they were seven years ago. She was still his beautiful, reliable sister after all this time. He just grew older, which Alyssa kept dumbfoundedly mentioning.
She looked at her brother while smiling in appreciation. James was so big now; he was even slightly taller than her. It’s times like these that make her think about growing old. Time passes by so quickly, beyond her perception. Honestly, she still expected him to be the boy he was when she left that day.
But she knew something was up. He seemed…sad. Deeply hidden, but forlorn. Alyssa knew he wasn’t just pretending to be happy to see her, of course. Still, he seemed tired about something. Was he going through something right now?
James felt lethargic. Maybe it was because of the alcohol or his sister’s warm and comforting presence, but he was finally able to relax after two days of being on edge. She just felt so strong. Her composed approach to everything in life was something he always admired. He felt safe. He felt at peace.