AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I groaned, sagging against the wall of the shower, my hand sliding up and down my cock. It wouldn’t hurt to get off; maybe then I’d stop thinking about sex.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. Images flashed through my mind, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t filter them out. I stopped trying, just giving in to get it over with, to get it out of my system.
And I thought about him there, naked but for the collar; I imagined what he’d look like with the tail in his ass.
The shower washed away the evidence of my shame, and I couldn’t help the guilt as I stepped out of the tub. I dried off and loosely draped the towel around my waist. My head was clearer, and it didn’t hurt that I’d just gotten off.
What did hurt was the fact that I almost ran right into Adrian when I took a step into the hallway.
“Oh, I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t… I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Adrian took a hurried step back and started looking around at the walls and the floor and eventually the ceiling — anywhere but at me.
“Yeah, no worries,” I said, fidgeting with the towel around my waist. Good thing I’d gotten that out of my system, or it would’ve been painfully clear that I was responding to the sight of him.
“Why don’t we clean out Mom and Dad’s room?” I blurted out.
Perfect. No more arousal, no more decent mood, nothing. I always did know what to say.
Adrian’s face went white. “Do we… I mean… We can…” He stopped and took a deep breath before finally turning to look at me. “Do we have to? I know we do eventually, but it feels…”
It was clear from the look on his face how hard even the thought of it was.
“I guess so.” He closed his eyes for just a moment. It looked like he was having an internal debate or talking himself up to it. “Do you have to work Saturday morning or night?”
“Evening shift. I’ll be home late.” It wasn’t my favorite time to work, but once it got late, it wasn’t that bad. Sometimes I even managed to study.
“Then how about we work on it Saturday morning? I have to be at the accounting office after classes for the next couple of days, but I’ll be free by then.” Adrian finally looked over at me, barely making eye contact. Instead, his eyes went to the tattoos on my arms and shoulder, though he looked away just as quickly.
Yeah, he probably didn’t approve.
“That’ll work.”
I briefly felt a flash of guilt for forcing this on him, but at the same time… It had to be done. And as much as I hated myself for thinking it, we might find a few things we could pawn — because Adrian’s savings account was dwindling to nothing, and it wasn’t like my crappy job or his internship paid well.
I wasn’t going to mention that to him.
It was almost — almost — funny that the logical brother wasn’t the one being rational and moving ahead. No, the emotional wreck and pain in the ass was.
Because I was so fucking damaged, and it was the only way I could cope. I ran, and not just physically. Running almost always got rid of reminders of the past as well. It just hurt too much to have to see them every day.
He looked down at the floor. “Have you… Did you… I haven’t gone in there since they died. Just to get the stuff… the stuff they needed. What should we do? Like, donate their stuff?”
That was probably the best idea, and it wasn’t like I had a better one. “Probably. I know Mom had a few things she said belonged to her mom. Those old earrings she said were from when her dad went to war or something.”
They hadn’t collected a lot of stuff over the years, and what they did have was mostly sentimental shit. I’d rather they’d kept old bonds than old baby stuff, but memories were better than nothing, I guess.
“And wasn’t there like her wedding dress in a bag somewhere?” Adrian looked up at me.
And if it looked like his eyes had scanned up my body, I was going to chalk that up to my crazy brain trying to justify the shit that was still going through it. The tattoos. That was what it was. He was trying to see just how else I’d desecrated my body, as some might say.
“Yeah, and didn’t she have some photo albums or something, under the bed?” Adrian shrugged, “Maybe?”
“There’s probably some stuff we need to box up and keep, but most of it can be donated or sold.”
He finally cracked a smile. “Want to have a lemonade stand to go with your yard sale?”
I laughed and leaned against the door frame. “I was thinking pawn shops and Craigslist, but if you want to go hang out in the front yard on a Saturday, be my guest.” “No.” Adrian gave me a grin but then quickly looked away again. “I’m not really a deal with the public kind of guy.”
I was going to go ape-shit on him if he made a joke about my job.
