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I drink my water, standing near the marble counter of the kitchen. I'm shirtless in just a pair of basketball shorts.
I got up as both Daniel and Karen were sleeping. I mean, after the fucking workout that everyone had its not wonder that people were dozing off. They'll probably sleep it off till tomorrow.
But I needed some water.
It makes sense in a fucked up sort of way why Daniel and I happened though, the more I'm thinking about it.
He was always there as a father figure, but we both knew he wasn't my father. I mean, I'm 22. He's 39. Sure, he's older. But he never came in to replace my dad in any way. He looked at me as someone to cohabitate with while Mom was alive. And when Clara came, I think I realized that the only male presence in my life that I felt comfortable in with - was leaving.
Fuck. What the hell is going on here? I've never fucking stood around and psychoanalyzed myself at 11:35 in the evening, okay?
I'm not like one of those fucking tree hugging Berkeley liberals who have to question why they fucked whatever they fucked and understand the hidden meaning to it.
Daniel's fucking hot for a guy - I'll be the first to fucking admit. I don't have a problem saying so. And he's an alpha. That's probably why I lock horns with him so much. Because both of us are fighting for some sort of dominance in this family unit.
But underneath all that, I think the competition is what makes him so fucking compelling.
I sound like some fucking therapist talking right now, don't I?
Well, you try having a fucking threesome where not one person but actually two people make you cum and you tell me if you don't end up a little bit self-reflective after that.
"Couldn't sleep?" a voice calls out behind me and I turn around.
It's Daniel. He's standing there in a pair of boxer briefs.
My eyes automatically wander to that ripped body. Those cut abs. That lean physique. Those pecs and shoulders. Fuck, he's got the rugged look going about him too. I want my body to one day fucking look like that - 39 years of refinement.
But that cock. That fucking cock is hitting tight against those boxer briefs. I can see that python fucking pulse.
I can let my desires fucking free now. I can think about how I want to hold that shit in my hands and feel it grow hard.
Jesus fuck.
"Just getting some water," I respond back to his question. He nods and gets a glass and goes to the fridge where he gets some water too.
"Listen," he says to me as he leans back against the marble counter. "I know you probably have questions. I just want you to know I've never done something like that before."
"What?" I ask him with a smirk. "You never fucked before?"
He rolls his eyes. I can tell he's exasperated. But I'm having fun being a little bit of an asshole.
"I never fucked with a guy before, Colt," he tells me and I nod. We're serious now. "I'm not gay, I want you to know."
I look at him.
"I'm not gay either, Dad," I tell him, and I think about just how fucked up that sounded.
I'm telling my stepfather that I'm not exactly gay. After I had sex with him.
This should be like some sort of book or something.
No scratch that. No one would ever fucking believe it.
"Okay," Daniel says. "But I also want you to know that I don't have any regrets either about what we did."
I smile broadly.
"So that means, we can do it again?" I ask him.
