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“Why? You used to suck on them when you were a baby. Come on, precious. Suck on her nipples. It’ll make your mama feel good. Women like it when their nipples are licked and sucked. Show your mama what a big boy you are now. Show her how good you can make her feel.”
My bottom lip trembles, and I bite it to keep my tears from falling. I don’t want to touch my mother like that. Boys aren’t supposed to touch their mothers like that. Boys aren’t supposed to touch any adult like that. Just like adults aren’t supposed to touch little kids. No matter what Aunt says.
“No. I won’t do it.” I point my chin out. I don’t care what Aunt does to me. She won’t make me do that.
“No?” Aunt’s eyes narrow. “Fine. How about you straddle your mother and fuck her mouth then. Shove that little cock of yours past her lips.” She lets go of my mother’s nipple and moves her hand up her throat. Mother’s mouth is slack, so Aunt easily pushes her finger past her lips and pulls her mouth open enough that I can see her tongue. “A woman’s mouth is made to be fucked, and hers looks pretty empty.”
I wish my mother would wake up. If she were awake and saw what Aunt was doing, maybe she would wake up all the way and make her stop. It makes me so angry to see Aunt doing this. And a small part of me is angry at my mother because she’s still asleep.
“Stop it!” I shout. “Leave her alone.”
My hands ball into fists, and I push them against the bed. If I were bigger, if I were an actual man that Aunt says she’s making me into, I’d punch her in the face. I’d make her stop touching Mother and kick her out of the room. But I’m not. I’m not big enough to beat up Aunt.
Yet.
One day I will be. And I won’t only beat her up, I’ll kill her.
Aunt smiles again, but she pulls her finger from Mother’s mouth. “So bossy.” She laughs. “I see my lessons are paying off. You’re going to be a natural dominant, baby boy.”
My mouth goes dry and my legs go stiff when she moves her hand down my mother’s stomach. Aunt ripped her gown so much that the top part of her panties is showing. They’re pink and silky. Aunt’s hand stops when she reaches the top part.
“No nipple sucking and no mouth fucking. What about her pussy? Every boy wants to fuck their mother. You want to fuck her, precious? Your father has been gone awhile, so her poor pussy has been neglected. She probably misses having it stuffed with a cock.”
When she begins pushing her hand inside my mother’s panties, I scramble up to my knees. Her hand is knocked away from my cock, which is still soft, and she quickly stands. I stay on my knees in front of my mother and face my aunt. My cock is still sticking out of the top of my shorts, but I don’t even care.
“Stop touching her,” I say with as much strength as I can.
Aunt stands there, her head tilted to the side a little. Her mouth is flat and her eyes look mean. I wait for her to hit me like the last time I told her I didn’t want her to touch me. It hurt and it made my nose bleed, but it’ll be okay this time if it means she’ll leave my mother alone.
“You think you’re man enough to stop me?” she asks.
I keep my eyes on her face when she unties her robe and lets it drop to the floor. She’s naked underneath.
“Yes.”
I’m not big enough to stop her, but maybe she’ll believe me if I say I am.
She giggles, and the sound reminds me of the little girls at the school I used to go to.
“We’re not leaving this room until a pussy is fucked by your cock. It’s up to you whether it’s mine or your mother’s.”
She spreads her legs, and her hand goes between them. Two of her fingers disappear inside her.
I don’t want to touch Aunt, but I will, because if I don’t, she’ll make me touch Mother. I would rather chop off my dick than do that.
Ignoring the yuckiness in my stomach, I get to my feet on the mattress and walk to the edge. The bed is tall enough that I’m looking down at her now. Like I’ve been taught, I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back.
“Suck my cock and get me hard, you stupid fucking whore.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
HER
Right in the center of Hollow’s Reef is an old catholic church that was built in the early 1800s. It was abandoned in the late 1800s when all of the inhabitants of the island suddenly disappeared. No one knows what happened to them. They were there one day and simply gone the next. Some say the church was used for ritualistic blood sacrifices and orgies, and it was the devil who came to collect his minions to join him in hell. While others say it was the wrath of God who wiped the inhabitants out of existence for their sins.
The cathedral is where most events take place because the structure is big enough to hold several hundred people.
My arm is threaded through Cassio’s, with Bishop on my other side, as we follow behind Dad and Mom into the ballroom, which used to be the main hall of the church. All of the pews have long since been removed, and the floors were replaced with black and white tiles. The platform remains at the front of the room—minus the pulpit—where a band currently plays softclassical music. The stained-glass windows depicting angels and the heavens are original. Dead center in the middle of the high ceiling is a large mural of the archangels Saint Michael, Saint Gabriel, and Saint Raphael. There are round tables placed closer to the walls, and a couple of bars sit off to the north and south ends of the room. Clusters of people in expensive finery holding champagne glasses mill around the room.