Hello, all! I began writing this story back in 2016, but life ended up getting in the way of finishing it. Recently, I remembered this account, and returned to see just how big my original series had become. I have decided to rewrite the few chapters I had already posted, and finally finish the series that many had been waiting to see an end to. I don't imagine that any of you have actually seen the original, but that doesn't matter. I hope you enjoy!
I pulled my car into the driveway of my childhood home, anxiety flowing through me. I had not seen any member of my family since I’d come home for Christmas five months earlier. I had no real reason to be nervous, but it was just the way I had always been.
I stepped out of my car and shut the door behind me, my eyes glued to the front door. My legs carried me to the trunk, the hatch swinging open. I had not brought much to college, just my clothing and electronics. I had never been much of a decorator, anyways.
I swung my backpack over my shoulder, taking my suitcase in my free hand. I sighed, and began to walk up the driveway to the front door.
I had made it all the way to the porch before I heard the click of the lock that sat in the front door. Within a second, a head covered in blonde har was out on the porch, her arms wrapped around.
I laughed, dropping my suitcase. “Jesus, Jax.”
Jax squeezed me harder, looking up into my eyes. “I’m sorry. I just missed you, that’s all,” she said, smirking.
I sighed, shaking my head. “Is Katie home yet?”
Jax nodded, finally stepping away from me. “Yeah, she just got home an hour ago,” she said, raising hre eyebrows. “I didn’t tell her you were here. I wanted you first.”
I eyed my stepsister briefly for a moment. “Did you get taller?”
She scoffed, punching me in the arm. “Shut up.”
The two of us stepped inside, my bags still in hand. I cautiously walked through the front room of the house, wary of a possible attack from any angle. Stepping into the living room, I found my younger brother, Ben, sitting on the couch. He looked up as I entered.
“Oh, hey, Matt,” he said, receiving a nod from me in return.
“Matt?” a voice called from the direction of the bedrooms. A girl appeared in the doorway of one of the rooms, a smile across her face.
She was in my arms within seconds. I stood there, hugging Katie. My eyes drifted and locked with Jax’s. I was confused when I was met with a look of jealously. Jax stepped away and slipped into her bedroom.
My name is Matthew Kennedy, but most people just call me Matt. I'm a nineteen-year-old guy, standing at 6'2", living in Florida with the rest of my family. My family... we were an odd one, that's for sure. When I was very young, my mom died in a horrible car accident. Blunt transition, I know. Sadly, I was never able to create a good enough memory through the short time I had with her, so my memories of her are taken from old home videos. She was a beautiful, happy woman, and although I never met her, I still feel pangs of sadness when I think of her. The one who took it the hardest was my dad, however. Most of my childhood memories of him are of a distant man who was most likely reminded of his wife when he looked at us. By us, I refer to my brother, Ben, who is three years younger than me. We grew up never thinking we'd see him happy again, like the man we saw in the videos. Then, he met Jillian.
Jill is nice enough, I guess, but my dad loves her. It's insane how much he does. I'd always just assumed that he forced himself to love Jill in order to help cope with the loss of my mother, but I don’t really blame him.
When Jill joined the family twelve years ago, she hadn't come alone. Seven-year-old me, and five-year-old Ben, were introduced to our new step sisters, Kaitlin and Jacqueline.
Kaitlin was seven when Jill and my dad married, like me. It's funny how close our birth dates were. I was born on October 7th, and she was born on the 9th of the same month. We are closest in age in our family, so we basically had been forced to become friends. Luckily, she's really cool and fun to be around, which was a good thing, as we went to the same schools and, by default, were in the same grade. Katie, as she prefers to go by, is a funny, sweet girl, who has a bit of a soft side. She can get emotional at times, but I’d always thought it was cute. She was beautiful, I have to say. She had jet black hair and blazing blue eyes, and stood at 5'11", the tallest girl in our family. She had a really cute little beauty mark above the left side of her lip. As a nineteen-year-old, she had an amazing body. Being part of the track team for several years, she had amazing legs. She liked to stay in shape, so she had a perfect flat stomach and had nice breasts. And her ass... but we'll get more into that later. She was a pale girl, but it matched with her dark hair and eyes. She had a cute little curved nose. It's hard to explain... curved downwards, in the way that a skateboard ramp does, if that makes sense. Not quite as steep as a ramp, of course, but... you get my point.
Jacqueline was almost the exact opposite of her sister. Being six when our parents married, she was obviously an eighteen-year-old now. She wasn't a part of the track team, but she did play soccer, which kept her body in great shape as well. She was a very pretty girl, and had bright blonde hair and green eyes, which again, was quite different from her sister. It was a common inside joke that Katie and Jacqueline didn't share the same father, but it had been proven many times that they had. Of course, the joke lived on. Jacqueline doesn't like being called by her full name, so most people just call her Jacque. A small group of people, however, call her Jax. This is mostly close friends and immediate family. We started calling her "Jacks" as a joke, but we eventually shortened it to "Jax," and it seemed to stick. Jax was 5'9", right behind her sister. Every time she smiled, she showed off the adorable dimples on her cheeks. She was currently a senior in high school, her graduation ceremony in about a month. She was just as funny as her sister, but was a bit more of a jokester than a sweetheart. She was also much less emotional then Katie, which is a plus at times. The girls did share an amusing trait, though. If one girl had or wanted something, the other had to want or have it themselves.
Now, even though I loved my step sisters as if they were my own blood, I was sometimes embarrassed by being their step brother. For one, my middle school and high school years were horrible. Seeing Katie develop into a woman in front of me didn't really affect me at first, but it sure affected my friends. Just imagine it: my friend group was full of horny teenage boys. Now, imagine them seeing who my step sibling was. The “super hot Katie.” Guys would ask me to come over. As in, for them to come to my house. Sure, we were all actually friends, and we played video games together, but whenever Katie, or even Jax, walked by, they would draw all eyes to them. Just hearing them compliment me for being somewhat related to them... teenagers aren't very smart, I'll tell you that. It was fun though, in hindsight. Whenever a new kid came to the school and I’d happen to befriend them, they'd comment on "that hottie over there." Well, that "hottie" would come over and hug me and talk about how our days had been. They would just stand there with wide eyes. When Katie would leave, they'd apologize, sure, but after that, they'd all just join the same group of guys, asking to come over to my house just to get closer to my sisters.
The girls and I got along very well, though. We were great friends, and Ben was kind of a middle man. He was just… there. Being 16, he identified more with Jax, so they hung out more than he did with me and Katie. We were all one big happy family, though...
The summer when Katie and I were 12 was the beginning of the mixed signals.
Age 12 is about the time where boys start to notice girls, and the girls start to notice boys. And trust me, I started noticing those girls. Coming back after the long break and seeing what girls had grown the biggest tits had turned into a game in my perverted little middle school friend group, but the game became disturbing when the winner ended up being one of my sisters. I remember the first time I’d viewed one of my sisters in a sexual manner. I'd felt disgusted. Once, one of my friends had called me unlucky. I asked how, and he’d said that it was because these beauties were stuck as my siblings. It hit me then that these beautiful girls were becoming sexy. I’d shaken the thought from my head at the time, but it creeped me out that it had ever been in there. That first summer was the hardest. Seeing my amazing sisters at the pool, at the beach, at their sports competitions. Whenever Jax finished with the game winning goal, she'd run to me and jump in my arms, and I'd feel the eyes of the jealous, lusting boys on me.
As time went on, I learned to contain my strange, disgusting feelings. I was happy. My sisters were finally just that again. Not sexual objects, not fap material. Just my loving step sisters.
But at some point, at about age 14, I started to notice something. Katie and Jax weren't acting like the other girls at school. I overheard girls in my grade speak about all the cute boys, and whenever they asked Katie, she always would blush, and say she didn't like anyone. Even later, throughout high school, she turned down the many suitors who'd asked her to the several dances. The same was with Jax, and it confused me. I thought for a while, maybe the girls are just not ones to talk about boys. At another time, I thought perhaps they weren't even interested in boys... but a stranger, darker thought hit me. Katie and Jax never having a boyfriend, them running into my arms after a great game or race... they'd started spending more time around me and my friends, and in the occasional class that I shared with Katie, she'd try to sit next to me. At a point in my life, I was struck with a fear I didn't know I'd ever feel: what if the girls liked me?
No. It couldn't be. I'd brush off the thought, but it would always come lurking back. I mean, they did always have to want the same thing, right...? I was back to dreading speaking with the girls. When they'd run up to me on the walk back from school, I'd act amused when they'd fight over who got to tell me about their day first. When we were 16, and Jax was 15, I started to notice the girls wear... different clothing on the weekends. Their usual jean shorts turned into short tight gym shorts, and I had to fight my urges to look. Katie and I used to play-wrestle when we were about the same size at age 8, but now, 8 years later, she had brought it back. Times when our parents weren't home, she'd push me to the ground and try to tickle me. I'd laugh and try to push her off, but I would always suddenly realize what was happening and try to get her off before she noticed the erection growing in my shorts. Jax would occasionally walk by, and scowl at what we were doing. Either she was disgusted - "They're way too old for that!" - or she was jealous... It was hard for me to tell, so I spent most of my time in my room. Of course, the girls always seemed to find a reason to come in, which threw me deeper into my abyss.
I was 18, and so was Katie. Jax was 17. The three of us were home alone. I was sitting on the couch, playing some game on the family’s Xbox, when Katie came by and sat down next to me. I couldn't help but glance over and take in the beauty of her body. She was sitting with her legs up on the couch, her knees bent, and her feet under her. I could see the very bottom of her ass from where I sat, her long legs calling for me... Luckily, she’d stood up after a few minutes, allowing me to refocus on my game.
At some point, I’d heard the sound of something buzzing. I turned to my left and saw that Katie had left her phone on the couch. I sighed, almost pissed I had to take the phone to her. Great, I'd thought. I stood up and grabbed her cellphone, before making my way to her room. I knocked on her door, and a few seconds passed, with no reply from inside.
"Katie, you left your phone on the couch..." I said, rapping my knuckles on the door once more. More silence. "Katie?" I tested the door handle. It was unlocked. Without thinking otherwise, I pushed open the door.
I dropped Katie's phone, and my jaw followed.
Katie was standing there, completely nude. She was holding a T-Shirt, but that's not where my eyes had wandered. My eyes were planted on her amazing chest. Her nipples were small, the areolas the size of a nickel. Her pussy wasn't shaved, but it was trimmed down fairly short, the pubes as black as the hair on her head. It felt like I had been staring for a year, but before I could say anything else, I slammed the door and walked away. I could barely walk without the pain of my shameful boner pushing against my shorts.
I couldn't believe I'd walked in on her getting changed. I was shaking my head, trying to clear the image, but it wouldn't go away. I should have knocked more...
I stopped walking down the hallway. I had knocked. Several times, actually. Why hadn't she answered me? The monster that was my imagination had started to fill my mind with more theories. What if she wanted me to see her naked? Had she left her phone there on purpose?
I came back to reality, to see Jax in front of me. "What's up with you?"
Surprising myself, I immediately told the truth. "I just walked in on Katie getting dressed."
I noticed a quick change in Jax's eyes before they returned to a calm, collected stare. "Did you, now?"
I nodded, hoping the sinful image would disappear.
She sighed, crossing her arms. She looked away from me, and bit her lower lip. She looked back up into my eyes. "I'll go talk to her, if you want." She said quietly.
I didn't really want her to, but I had already given her the go-ahead before I even realized it. She brushed past me, her hand barely missing my erection. I sighed in relief and headed back to the couch. Later on, I’d heard a hushed argument from Katie's room. The girls seemed angry about something, because Jax stormed out of the room, slamming the door of her own bedroom. My blood ran cold when I saw Katie's head peek around the corner. The rest of her body slowly followed, thankfully clothed in her pajamas this time. I refused to look at her as she came up to me and sat down on the couch. She placed a hand on my arm and I had to look at her. She had a look of nervousness, but it didn't seem genuine. Almost as if she were acting.
She awkwardly bit her lip, which wasn't helping my erection. "Hey... I'm sorry that that happened... I should have locked the door, or reacted before you came in." She hugged me, and all I could feel were those tits pushing against my arm.
I subtly pulled away. "It's alright, Katie. I've seen you naked before... we were just younger, and in a bath tub..." I said, my own excuse not even helping me.
Katie laughed, and hugged me again. "Good. So everything's... cool between us?" She said, stroking my arm.
I slowly nodded, pulling away from her. I could have sworn I'd seen her look at my crotch for a split second, but I didn't have a chance to find out. She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me a third time. "Sorry, again, Matt... That you had to see all of that!" She awkwardly laughed.
I saw what she was doing. She was acting like she thought her body was disgusting. She wanted me to say something like, Oh, no, it was really my pleasure. All I did was nod.
"Really, it's fine." I said, unpausing my game.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile and walk back to her room. As I turned to watch her walk away, I could have sworn I'd seen an eye dart away from the crack in Jax's doorway. I had to get rid of my boner, so I went to my room, locked the door, and looked up some porn. I was horrified when I kept replacing the female's face with Katie's.
It was much later into the night now. The nude incident happened at around 6PM; it was now 9PM. My parents were gone for the night, with Ben. Our parents had given us money to order out, and that's what we did. We got Chinese, and ate our food in the living room. I sat on the couch with Katie, while Jax was laid out on the floor. She was on her stomach, with her knees bent, her feet up in the air. I had to fight looking at her ass, her shorts riding up, the cheeks peeking out from the lower hem. I focused my eyes on the TV. Sooner than I'd hoped, Katie started talking to me, about want we wanted to do tomorrow, a Saturday. Jax continuously gave angry glances to Katie. She seemed to think for a second, and turned to me, a smile beaming on her face.
"Hey, Matt, I've been working on my flexibility. Wanna see?" She said, sitting up and sprawling her legs out.
Before I could finish my mouthful of food, Katie answered for me. "C'mon, Jax, I don't think he wants to see that right now."
I swallowed my food and shook my head slowly. "No, that's cool. You can show me if you want."
I could see Katie frown in the corner of my eye, and Jax quickly smirked. She scooted backwards on her butt, and grabbed her ankle. Pulling up, she put her foot over her head and behind her neck. My eyes darted down to her shorts, where I could almost see her panties through the pant leg. Almost as quickly as I looked, my eyes moved away. "Wow, Jax, you're getting really good!"
"I know right? Watch this!" She stood up, readjusting her shirt. She stood straight up on the carpet and, in a quick motion, leaned back, standing on her hands and feet in an upside-down "U" shape. She hobbled around so her face was facing me. She looked into my eyes and smiled. I laughed and watched as her shirt started to slide down, revealing her tight, flat stomach...
I wanted to slap myself. What was I thinking? I started clapping. "Bravo! Bravo!" I joked, already trying to forget everything that had just happened. She got up and smiled, waved to the imaginary crowd, and began to bow. I glanced over to Katie. She looked pissed. She got up and brought her plate to the kitchen. Jax watched her leave, and sighed. "Finally, she's gone," she laughed and sat down on the couch next to me, bringing her feet up. “You cool if I sit here?”
I stared for a second, before replying. "Yeah, no, that's cool."
She smiled and looked at the TV. They weren't making this easier for me. At all. I somehow fought the urge to ogle at her legs for a long time. We just sat in silence watching TV. A few minutes after Jax took a seat, Katie walked by, and headed for her room. I silently sighed a breath of relief. Don’t have to worry about Katie for the rest of the night, at least.
Jax and I sat in silence. I made an occasional glance over to her every now and then. Her blonde hair fell into her eyes, so she brushed it away. She had an itch on her leg, so she scratched it. I had actually started to forget about everything, at least for the moment, when Jax started talking. "So, that whole Katie thing was weird, huh?"
I grinded my teeth together. Why, Jax? I made a fist and laid my cheek on it. "Jax, I'd rather not talk about it."
She scoffed. "You really think that's going to stop me? I don't care. And I know you want to talk about it."
I shifted in my seat. She was right, I did want to talk about it. But I simultaneously didn't want to talk about it, if that makes any sense. "Jax, I really don't."
She shook her head. "Matt, stop being a little bitch. It was just her tits," she laughed. "Hell, I'll show you mine."
I felt my face go red. "What the fuck...? No, Jax, I can't do that."
She had stopped laughing, and was just smiling now. "Why not?"
I just stared into her green eyes, searching for a sign that this was just a sick joke. I couldn't see anything. "It's... it's wrong... you're my step sister!" I started. “Plus, why would I even want that?” I quickly added.
"Yeah, your step-sister..." She said, rubbing my outer thigh with her foot. "It's not like we're actually related or anything…"
I shook my head. "Jacque, this is too fucking weird for me." I said, crossing my arms.
She made a whimpering noise and made puppy dog eyes. "Aww, now how would that be fair if you got to see Katie's tits and not mine?" She said in a baby voice.
I slowly shook my head, my several-year-long fears being confirmed. "Jax..."
She smirked. "C'mon, Matty... It's only fair..." She grabbed the lower rim of her shirt and started to lift.
I jerked my head away. She just called me Matty... She never called me that anymore. She used to call me that when we were just children. This was too wrong. I wanted to get up, but I couldn't move. I just had to look away.
"C'mon... Just one little peek..." She said, in that same voice. She lifted her foot and brought it up to my chin, pulling on it. I reached up and pushed her foot away. She probably didn't even know how hard that'd made me.
"Jax... please..." I said. I felt like I was losing.
"Just... one... loooook..." She said. I couldn't take it. I had to look. Whether I wanted to or not, whether it was pure lust or just a plea for her to stop, I don't remember. I slowly turned my head, and laid my eyes upon Jax's chest. She wasn't wearing a bra - almost as if she’d planned this, too - and I had a full view of her beautiful tits. She flicked her blonde hair out of the way, so I had the perfect view. Her tits were smaller than Katie's, her nipples the size of… a penny, perhaps? I don’t know. I didn't give myself the time to figure it out. I quickly looked away.
"Fine, see? Happy now?" I said, rubbing my eyes.
"Very," she said, letting her shirt flop back down. She snuggled herself back up on the couch and glued her eyes back to the TV.
I couldn't take this. My mind was a war zone, two armies fighting for control of the same territory. One side wanted peace and common sense, wanted me to wake up and see that these girls were my sisters. The other side wanted me to rip their pants off and give them the cock I knew they wanted. And, honestly, I wasn’t sure which side was winning.
I had gone to bed early that night. I needed time to rest and think. I'd seen both of my sisters tits in the course of a day. As a matter of fact, it had been more like five hours. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't want to get out of bed. I wanted to sit in there all day, and never see the girls again. My dreams were dashed when my door flew open. It was Jax.
"Wake up, sleepyhead! Breakfast is ready!" she said, smiling, before closing the door. I shook my head, annoyed. It would be just like her, to act like nothing had happened. I suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over me. How can I talk about them like that? I love them... just, maybe not the way they love me. I got up and threw a pair of shorts over my boxers. Luckily, the girls didn't barge in while that was happening, otherwise we'd all be even.
I walked out of my room. Sighing, I closed my eyes and cleared my head. I'm going to at least try to make things normal again. When I walked into the kitchen, the girls were at the table already. They looked over at me and started giggling, sharing knowing glances. Confused, I walked up to the table and stopped dead in my tracks. The girls had made me breakfast. Two pancakes. With a chocolate chip in the middle of each one... almost looked like a...
I threw my arms in the air and paced the room. The girls broke into laughter, and for a second my heart fluttered with happiness; I loved their laughs. The happiness was slaughtered immediately by the typhoon of anger growing in my heart. "Guys, this isn't funny."
Katie wiped tears from her eyes. "We're sorry, we had to," she said. Jax was rolling around in her chair, fighting to breath.
"No, you actually didn't. You didn't have to do any of this," I said, crossing my arms. I'd had enough.
Jax finally caught a breath. "Oh, c'mon, lighten up. It was just a joke!" She said, between laughs.
I made a bewildered face. "You made me fucking tit pancakes," I said. That sent the two into another fit of laughter, which honestly didn't surprise me. I did sound ridiculous.
Katie seemed to calm her laughing, sensing I was actually angry, unlike Jax, who continued. Katie sighed. "Well, Matt, what happened happened, so there's no changing that," Katie said, shrugging.
I shook my head. "No, that isn't remotely true. I'm pretty sure both of you showed me your... boobs on purpose," I said, suddenly disturbed by referring to their breast as tits. "Even if your case was an accident, Katie, Jax's definitely wasn't!" I said, waving my hand in her direction.
Katie shifted slightly in her chair. "Well, yeah. Jax showed you on purpose. It was only fair," that got Jax to slow her laughing, making her hit Katie on the arm.
I’d already caught what Katie had said, however. "See, that's exactly what I mean. What does ‘it's only fair’ even mean, anyways?" I said, crossing my arms again.
Jax answered. "It's nothing, really. Just… I felt bad for Katie..."
I shook my head. "I don't think that's it. At all."
Jax scoffed. "Then what is it, then? Huh?" She crossed her arms now.
I chewed on my lower lip. Fuck it. "Well... I think... it's because you two... love me."
Katie smiled. "Aww, of course we love you, Matt!" My heart made another effort of pumping happiness through my veins, but it died out quickly. She'd misunderstood me. Or, at the least, she’d tried to make it seem like she had.
"No. I mean... like... 'love, love' me..." I said, feeling more awkward than I'd ever felt before in my life.
The girl both donned a look of surprise. They shared a glance before turning back to me. Jax was the first to speak. "What? Matt, are you insane?" She scoffed.
Katie, however, was not one to lie. "... It's true."
Jax's face changed to annoyance, and she clenched her fists. "Fucking hell, Katie."
I, on the other hand, felt light headed. After all this time, my fears had been officially confirmed. Everything leading up to this point had been the girls liking me in... that way. In a strange way it was flattering, but overall I felt completely disturbed. I took a seat at the table and placed my face in my hands. Pushing aside my tit pancakes, I laid my head onto the table. We sat there for a few minutes in silence. I felt a hand on my shoulder after a while. With process of elimination, I figured out that it was Katie.
"Matt... I'm sorry..." I could hear the true remorse in her words. She actually felt bad. At that moment, the peaceful army, however ironic that sounds, won the battle. I felt guilt for ever feeling anger or hate to the girls. I looked up to see Katie standing next to me, and even Jax was showing signs of sadness. I stood up, and I put my arms around Katie. I heard her gasp in surprise, as she wrapped her arms around me. I saw Jax show a look of confusion, and as I let go of Katie, Jax was in my arms. I felt it. We were moving on. Finally.
We talked about it. How they'd liked me like this for a while. We even laughed, talking about the argument from the night before, and how Jax was angry that Katie's tits were the first I saw. For the first time in a while, I actually saw the girls as my sisters.
Which, now that I think about it, is an odd thing to say.
I could feel the discussion wrapping up, and we were nearing the final question.
On cue, Jax spoke. "So... what do we do now?"
I sighed. "Well... to be honest... I don't think we could ever be a thing, you guys... even if I did... like you like that..." I said, able to tell that my words stung.
Katie dipped her head and nodded. "I... I understand..." She looked away. "I'm ready to move on... I guess."
I turned my head to Jax. Silence. "Well? What do think Jax?"
Jax looked past me at the wall. She suddenly shifted her eyes a millimeter to the right and made eye contact. She placed her hand down on the table. "I'm never going to stop loving you, you know that, right?"
I felt a pain in my heart. "Jax..."
She shook her head. "No, don't say anything. There's nothing you can say. I didn’t choose to be attracted to you. I just am. We know, you don't like us like that. But that won't stop us from liking you, Matt," she closed her eyes. "And Katie sure as hell doesn't mean what she says. She's going to love you as well. She's not moving on," she said, pointing to her older sister.
Katie's eyes widened. She opened her mouth to protest, but she closed it, realizing she had nothing to say. I looked away, feeling as though this were all my fault.
I felt a hand on mine. I turned and saw Jax was leaning over the table. "But it's okay, Matt. We'll move on and just forget this all ever happened. I promise," I looked into her eyes and, for the first time, saw sincerity coming from Jax.
Katie nodded. "Anything to get what we had back."
I slowly nodded. "... Alright."
Jax laughed, most likely a way of letting out the breath she was holding. We all laughed, then, at the strange situation we were in. The conversation suddenly changed, and we were back to normal again. We talked about what we were going to do that day, and what we'd do later on, and what we'd --
"Ah, fuck it," Jax laughed, shaking her head. "Show us your cock, Matt."
Katie and I froze, staring at Jax. Katie was about to speak, but Jax cut her off. "Oh, c'mon Katie. You were thinking it too," she said. Meeting my shocked gaze, she smirked. "Matt, we've been in love with you for so long now, we've been waiting forever to see what you've got going on down there. We're laughing about it now, just show us... what we'll be missing," she pointed to her and her sister’s chests. "You saw what you're missing... it's only fair, after all."
Katie quickly added, "But you don't have to."
I shook my head, laughing. "Fuck. If that will stop this all. And get us back to normal."
They both quickly nodded, on the edge of their seats. I was, again, partly flattered, yet partly disgusted in myself.
Sighing, I pulled down my shorts. My eyes were closed, so I only heard Katie gasp and Jax say "Nice!" And that was it. That's the last thing that ever happened between us.
Or, at least. that's what I'd hoped would happen. Like I said, peaceful armies don't exist. The irony is that the thing I'd been fighting against would soon be the thing I dreamed about.
My journey began in the summer that Katie and I were 19...
So I'm sure as many were, I was disappointed when I reached to end of chapter 4, and nothing more. Are you going to finish this time? Been a few months since you last posted. The story is good, please finish.
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