Tiny Tim

Chapter 3

The next morning, it took a while before my hair looked at least somewhat like it did at the barber shop, but close enough. I got dressed in my new black cargo pants, paired it with a royal blue button up shirt to stay within the school’s clothing regulations, and tucked it into my pants to show off the new belt. Everything really fit perfectly and showed my new figure off quite nicely. Since it was now mid-November again, I put on my black field jacket, slung my bookbag over my shoulder, and carried the shopping bags with my old clothes to my Jeep.

The change of attitude in the other students towards me was immediately apparent when I got out of my Jeep. Most people looked at me with quite some interest, but then their expressions changed to surprise and moved on to disbelief. The changes in my appearance seemed to be so drastic, most people couldn’t even recognize me at first. That effect even intensified once I was inside and moved around without my jacket.

The best part was, however, the reaction I saw on Mrs. Jenkin’s face when I entered her English class. The wife of Coach Jenkins, the man who wanted to expel me and then refused to let me take driver’s ed at school, seemed to appreciate my looks. When I entered the classroom, she first lifted her head barely enough for a quick glance, but then did a double-take. She stared at me quite intently for a while with one of her eyebrows lifted. I wasn’t sure if it was my new appearance or if she was trying to decide whether my new clothes violated the school’s dress code, but, from then on, she kept throwing me side glances throughout the entire period. A stark contrast to her normally ignoring me as best as she could. And whenever our eyes met, she put her hair behind her ear in a subconscious move.

The woman was in her late thirties and kept herself in remarkable shape. Maybe a result of being the wife of a gym teacher and football coach. Whenever I checked her out and wasn’t as subtle about it as I would have liked, I could’ve sworn she had the faintest little smile on her lips. I didn’t know if I would ever have a chance with her, but if I did, I would take it in a heartbeat. And not just as some kind of payback to Coach Jenkins, even though that would’ve been a nice little added bonus.

After I got out of school, I went to Goodwill for my old clothes. Turns out they accept absolutely everything. Even if they can’t resell my torn and worn stuff, they give it to textile recyclers to keep it out of the landfills. Suits me. Then I was off to work. Upon entering the building, I soon realized that Tess actually had chosen clothes that fit right in at work.

“Nice shirt!” I heard from a guy, who wore the exact same shirt as I did, and two minutes later I heard “Nice pants!” from the guy who wore the exact same pants. When I stepped into my office, though, I wished I hadn’t visited Goodwill before going to work, so I would have something to change into.

They had dumped what seemed like every piece of spare hardware into the room. Dozens of keyboards and mouses, old laptops, monitors, and three big boxes full of mixed cables. To my big surprise, I also found multiple moving boxes full of spare hardware components, like bare graphics cards or discarded mainboards. I had no idea how those had accrued, but my next job was to sort through all this, and it was dusty as hell. At least someone had also placed a few more shelves in the back of the room ... though I had to assemble them first. I put my earplugs in and spent the next hour assembling the metal shelves. Then I took a break, sat down at my desk, and leaned back with closed eyes.

I didn’t even get to listen to a full song through my earplugs before I felt something tugging at my zipper under the desk. I recoiled a bit before I looked down, where I saw Tess’ head sticking out from under the desk, looking up at me with a mischievous smirk on her lips while she refused to let go of my pants. As I took the earplugs out, she pulled my crotch back towards her.

“Don’t you dare move away from me! I always wanted to do this.” she commanded happily.

“You know I can’t lock the door, right?”

That gave her pause for a second. But then she bit her lower lip like she did the evening before, seemed to come to a conclusion, and continued.

“No ... but I want you! Maybe it will be extra fun!” she grinned, as she had just unbuckled my belt and was now working on the pants themselves.

“The way the others looked at me yesterday when we left, they probably already knew anyway. Or suspect, at least.” I reminded her of what I said the evening before, but back then she hadn’t commented on it.

“Possibly.” she said, as she finally had my pants pulled down a bit and grabbed my now hard cock. “But, maybe, I even like the idea of them knowing that this massive piece of delicious, young, and energetic meat is mine!”.

I understood that, to her, the most attractive thing about me was me being so much younger than her. I also knew she was just stroking my ego to get me to go along with it. What can I say? Seeing my cock on top of her face was highly effective.

She kissed the tip first, then placed a number of affectionate kisses all over the shaft and finally started sucking on the tip like it was a lollipop. She looked at me with those big brown eyes while I moaned my approval, and then started bobbing her head up and down while turning the hand on the base of my dick in a circular motion. It felt just as good as I remembered it from the day before, and the affection I felt for her increased tenfold. I just had to place my hands on her sunken cheeks. Not to guide her in her motion, but to simply increase the amount of contact between us and feel more of her. Somehow, this caused her to look at me with a mischievous smile.

After sucking my member for a few seconds while looking deep into my eyes, she took her hand off my cock and scooted backwards a little. Without taking the tip out of her mouth, she leaned her torso down but tilted her head back, so my dick would point straight at her throat, and then she shocked me. She shoved her face forward in one determined movement, taking my dick as deep into her throat as possible. Her face went all the way to the base of my cock until her nose was nuzzled into my pubic hair and her forehead was squeezed into my lower stomach. Within a single second, I felt my dick move past her uvula, until just the tip of it was caught snugly in her esophagus sphincter. She held it for a few seconds without coughing or gagging, but as soon as my long, loud and surprised moan had stopped, she started swallowing over and over again.

It was an unbelievable feeling, like being jerked off by an extra pair of hands inside her throat. I was sure, if we would have had spectators, they could have seen her neck bulging out. I moaned even louder now, straightened my back, and I involuntarily used the grip I had on her head to try and pull her even further into my groin.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved what she did to me, and she will always hold a special place in my heart. So please, keep that in mind when I tell you: The woman was a fucking slut! She was like a porn actress giving the performance of her lifetime. I could barely contain myself, but I didn’t want it to be over. Luckily, she had to come up for air again at that moment and moved her head back up until my dick was completely removed from her mouth. As she did that, she immediately grabbed my cock again and started jerking me with a vengeance, using the lubrication left from her throat. After she took a few gasping breaths, she let out a throaty laugh.

“Admit it already!” she said in a breathless voice “The thought that I’m your little office slut and willingly serve this fine young cock whenever and however you want, turns you on just as much as it does me! Though, we’ll have to do something about the hair. You’ll have to shave.”

“Why?” I asked, not understanding what she was talking about.

“The hair is tickling my nose, Baby. Makes it harder to do this!” she explained, and went back down, taking my cock deep into her throat once again.

This time she didn’t swallow to massage my tip, instead she relaxed completely and just rolled her face from side to side, causing my shaft to grind around the walls of her throat. I could only groan, my hips unconsciously pushing up into her face, trying to get even more of my dick into her, even though her face was already nested in my groin and I had nothing more to give her.

Yeah, if shaving would entice her to give me that kind of pleasure more often, I would do it as soon as I arrived home! It was so unbelievably hot, I felt my balls tighten within seconds of her second dive down. It happened so fast, I couldn’t even warn her before my first shot went right down her esophagus into her stomach. But after the first shot, she pulled her head back until little more than the tip remained in her mouth. She never stopped sucking while I was coming rope after rope into her waiting mouth. Through gritted teeth I managed to speak.

“Fine! You want to be my slut, don’t swallow yet! Keep it in your mouth and get real familiar with the taste.”

Throughout my entire orgasm, she kept massaging the base of my cock and sucking the first two inches of my shaft. Though, after hearing my words and releasing an approving groan, she started to also strongly massage my tip with her tongue, like she wanted to mix my cum with her saliva while it was still shooting into her mouth. Then she sucked her way up over the tip, until I heard a smacking pop. She looked up at me and opened her mouth, showing me the massive load she was savoring in there, and started shifting it around with her tongue. She closed her mouth, swallowed three times, and showed me that it was all gone. It was like she wanted to showcase her depravity to test my boundaries, and I was enamored. I had never witnessed something like this before, and couldn’t pull my eyes off her.

I pushed my chair back, grabbed her by her shoulders, and pulled her to her feet. Then I pushed her backwards so she would sit on my desk, and pushed her shoulders down so she would lie on her back.

“Open your blouse.” I said, as I pushed her skirt up to her waist, grabbed her panties by the sides and pulled them down.

When she had her blouse open, I pushed my hands back up her legs, over her stomach, right up over her full breasts, pushing her bra out of the way at the same time. I didn’t get to see them in the bathroom the day before, but they were absolutely beautiful. I had no idea about breast sizes, but they were a little more than my hands could grab, and fitted with pink, hard, eraser sized nipples on top of small areolas. I couldn’t help but play with them. I leaned down and kissed her left nipple, before engulfing it with my mouth and lightly sucking on it. At the same time I rolled her right nipple between my index and middle finger, while my still half hard cock pressed against her naked pussy. The moaning that escaped her lips made me think I was doing it right. After pushing my hips forward a few times, rubbing my dick against her, I lifted my head again.

“I want to return the favor. Tell me how.” I breathed in lust, which she rewarded me for with one of her trademark smiles.

She placed her right hand on the top of my head, gently pushing me down. As I went to my knees, her left hand started playing with the nipple my mouth was no longer stimulating. On a whim, I started licking the border between her inner and outer lips with a hard and pointed tongue, testing, getting acquainted with her taste. I immediately realized that her being cleanly shaven worked for me as well. I never went down on a woman before, so I was already nervous as hell, but I imagined it would be even harder to perform with a mouth full of hair.

I had read stories about this on the internet, and they always described the woman’s ‘sweet tasting nectar’ and ‘heavenly scent’. They lied to me. But I was determined to make this woman happy, and I didn’t think having her face buried in my junk was any better for her. If she was willing to put up with it for me, I would just have to keep doing it until I liked it too. I finally had someone who wanted me, and I was not going to give her any reason to reject me like my family did. Judging by how her hand was suddenly grabbing my hair and pulling my face into her, however, she must have liked my probing.

Her hard little knob sticking out of its hood was directly in front of my eyes, so I decided to test that next. I moved my face up and first circled her clit, then used the same hard tipped tongue to massage the hood. Now, her words proved my assumption wrong.

“Baby, we’re not shooting porn here. Not yet, at least.” she snickered. “Get in there, Baby. Don’t be shy.”

I nodded, then covered her clit with my mouth and started to gently suck on it. As she pulled my face into her, she let out a loud groan. This time, I seemed to do it right.

“Keep doing that. Don’t stop! Stick two fingers in me!”

So, I did. As I kept sucking on her clit, I slowly pushed two fingers into her sopping wet hole and started fucking her with them.

“Move them around, Baby.” She was moaning now. “Explore my insides with your fingers.”

I started making scissor motions, turning my hand and twisting the fingers. Then, while still turning my hand around, I made scratching motions, exploring her inner walls with my fingertips. When I did that scratching motion with my palm pointing up, I felt something like a bean-shaped bump. It was softer than its surroundings, but the texture felt like a walnut shell. As my fingers scraped over it, Tess suddenly pulled her knees up to her chest and let out a pleading gasp.

“OH! Right there! Stay there!”.

Trying to take it up another notch, I decided to test my motor coordination. While keeping up with the scratching motion over that specific spot like she asked, and sucking on her clit, I also started massaging the hood of her clit with my tongue. During the next minute, her moans kept growing in intensity and volume, until her whole body erupted in an ear-piercing scream. Her body was spasming, her legs were shaking, and her pussy was leaking juices like never before. I didn’t stop sucking until she pushed my head away from her and slammed her pulled-up legs back together, but I refused to pull my hand out of her.

Seeing her like this was unbelievably exciting, and I really wanted to know how far I could push her climax. So, since my mouth couldn’t reach her clit anymore, I placed the thumb of the still inserted hand on it, simply pressing onto it. For a while she let out a long drawn-out moan, while I kissed and licked the underside of her thighs and kept gently fucking her with my fingers throughout her orgasm.

My cock was basically a rod of steel at that moment. I had never seen a display so erotic, or heard noises of such pleasure, in my life. So, when I saw her stomach had stopped quivering, I lined my cock up with her entrance and pulled her legs back apart and all the way up towards her shoulders. Then I slowly, but inexorably, pushed inside her until I had roughly two more inches to give her. She shook her head wildly from side to side, but at the same time, clawed at my waist pulling me towards her.

“Please ... can’t take ... any more ... Need a moment...” she grasped.

But I couldn’t. I was mad with lust and just had to fuck her. And since she was still pulling me into her as she said those words, I didn’t think she really meant them. I leaned forward, placed my lips on hers and kissed her passionately. Then I strongly pushed my hips forwards, finally giving her those last two inches, nesting my cock snuggly inside her. As my thighs slapped against her butt, she threw her head back and arched her back towards me. Then I fucked her with short strokes, giving in to the need for movement but unwilling to let the head of my cock leave the tight confines leading to her waiting womb. After a short few minutes, the effect that had on her became obvious, and I finally decided to earnestly pursue my own orgasm.

I gave her hard and fast strokes while kneading her breasts. I was like an animal in need, and she loved it. She kept encouraging me with words, moans, and clawing hands on my back. When she came again, and I once again felt her spasming pussy massaging my cock, I came with her. It felt like I kept shooting for hours, overflowing her insides with my cum, and just basking in the utter bliss this woman had bestowed on me. When my hips finally stopped shaking, I just collapsed on top of her, my head on her breasts, breathing hard. She cradled my head with one hand and stroked my hair with the other as I clung to her. Then I looked into her eyes, gave her another kiss, and stood up.

She just stayed there on her back, looking every bit like a woman who just had been fucked senseless. Her arms listless next to her body, her heaving bare chest covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her hair disheveled. Her legs still spread apart, showing off the thick globs of cum seeping out of her red and puffy pussy. Her panties still dangling from her right ankle, but all that with a big contented smile on her face. I took great pleasure in the knowledge that it was me who had satisfied her so thoroughly. I moved around the desk, leaned down next to her head and quietly asked her.

“Yesterday you said we had to do that again. Did I do Okay?”

She laughed at that. I wasn’t joking, though. I knew I had fun, but I was still asking myself if I should have done anything different for her. She looked satisfied to me, but what did I know about how women would look when satisfied? How should I have known if that was genuine? I was a virgin the day before! And just because she had an orgasm, it didn’t mean I was good enough for her to pursue further. I REALLY wanted her to pursue me further.

“Fucking hell, Tim. Just so you know, I don’t think I’ll give you back to those little girls you go to school with.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Chances of that are pretty slim. They’re all convinced I have a two inch dick.”

Hearing that, she looked at me in confusion. Scolding myself for even mentioning that topic, I walked back over to the other side of the desk to retrieve the wet wipes I held in my drawer. Normally I used them to clean up keyboards and mouses, but now I used one to wipe the sweat off her breasts and stomach. Then another one to clean up the leakage off her pussy, causing her to teasingly smile and coo at me. Finally, I handed her the box of Kleenex I always had on top of my desk and sorted out my own clothing. By the time we were halfway presentable again, I noticed I didn’t have anything to help with her hair.

“No Problem!” she said, as she pulled a hair-band out of nowhere, combed her fingers through her hair a few times, and gathered it in a ponytail.

“You know, one of these days, I’ll want to hold onto that when we try out doggy style.” I pointed out, sitting back onto my chair.

She grabbed her purse from the floor, placed it onto the desk, and then plopped herself sideways onto my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me into an intimate kiss we held for multiple long minutes, while I stroked her sides and back. I realized, holding her like that in my lap was just as good as the sex we just shared, if not better. In the end she leaned back to fish around in her purse and pulled a small box out of it, presenting it to me.

“For you.” she smiled.

It took me by surprise. It had been years since I accepted a gift, since I never got any from people I didn’t expect to use them as mean jokes. I took the box in both hands, carefully opened it, and found a precious looking wristwatch in it. I looked at it for a few moments and then I just had to ask.

“You bought me something? Does that mean you’re my sugar mamma now?”

She rewarded me with a melodic laugh that, although I didn’t think possible at that moment, lifted my spirits even further.

“No, you idiot. It’s a belated birthday present. You didn’t think the sex was all I had for you, did you?”

“Well, honestly, the sex was special enough to make it the best present I ever got!”

“Are you telling me I’m better than the inexperienced girls you get at school, Baby? Well, isn’t that a compliment.” she laughed, not getting my meaning.

I contemplated, for a second, if I really wanted to have that discussion at that moment. But for some reason this woman got under my skin. I thoroughly enjoyed being with her, and not just when we had sex. Over the year I’ve been working in the firm, we spent quite a few hours just sitting in the breakroom, simply talking. We had the same humor, read the same books, and her being my sparring partner during the training sessions was always the highlight of my day.

But I never had any illusions about her. I was so much younger than her, I knew it could never evolve into a serious committed relationship, no matter how much we enjoyed each other’s company. Well, not never, but at least not until I had graduated from high school, which was still a few years out. Even what we were doing now was dangerous for her. And so, while I always felt like I could open up to her without reservation, I never did so completely, and never told her about the exact nature of my troubles at school and home. Or its cause, for that matter. I definitely wanted her to know just how big a gift yesterday’s visit to the bathroom actually was, though.

“To be totally honest with you ... I never got one of the girls from school. In fact ... I never had anyone I could compare you to.” I carefully informed her, dreading her reaction.

“What...” When she started speaking, it was in an amused half laugh. But then she stopped as the realization hit that I wasn’t joking. All the amusement vanished from her face, being replaced by utter disbelief.

“No! You weren’t!” she asked in half shock, half accusation.

“Yes, I was.” I answered.

“Are you seriously telling me, I popped your cherry in a bathroom-Quicky just yesterday!?”

She was leaning as far back away from me as our position allowed.

“Is that a dealbreaker?” I asked her, seriously hoping it wasn’t.

“N ... No. Not really. It’s just ... fuck, Tim. If I had known, I would have done it differently. I mean, you always seemed like you had plenty of experience. Even now I can’t really believe it.”

“What do you mean?”

Not like it wasn’t any guy’s dream to be born a sex-machine, but I somehow didn’t think that was what she meant. And I was right.

“You just ... never seemed as horny as I would expect from a fifteen ... now sixteen-year-old boy. Sure, I caught you sneak glances when you thought I wasn’t looking, but you were never drooling. I didn’t even catch you as often as some of the other guys running around here.”

I didn’t feel the need to explain why that was. Sure, I once was a hormonal teen that spent most of his time masturbating. That changed when my home situation put a massive dampener on my libido. I wasn’t one of those guys I read about on the internet, that gets off on being humiliated. So, there was absolutely no way I could maintain an erection while listening to those distinct noises of pleasure coming from the others’ bedrooms every chance they got, reminding me of how none of them wanted me. I also never had any exhibitionistic tendencies, so doing it outside my home was out of the question as well. At some point I realized that I was barely masturbating at all anymore. And most of the erections I got were those useless random boners men get when our pants sit too tight, or our underwear is too loose, or there’s wind blowing outside. But she wasn’t finished yet.

“Even when we got hot and bothered while groping each other at sparring, I never got the impression you were just trying to cop a feel.”

I didn’t feel the need to explain that either. Truth was, I was terrified of doing anything that could make her resent me. She was the only woman in my life who ever showed any real interest in me, contrary to all the others who actively pushed me away. Ever since my discovery at Ava’s sweet sixteen, I felt kind of ... undesirable. You know how mothers always tell their children they look handsome or pretty? Well, put yourself in my shoes! Not only wasn’t I told that, I was actively shown the opposite when they excluded me from their orgies. So, when Tess dragged me to the bathroom the day before, it was one hell of a surprise to me. But she still wasn’t finished talking.

“And look at you! You’ve become a hunk! A hard working hunk with money! Those girls at school should be all over you. All of it made perfect sense, when I thought you were already sexually active.”

And we were back to the reckless comment I made earlier. She must’ve heard about the bullying which was the reason I joined the daily training sessions, since I knew she heard about the video I showed the guys after my suspension. Beyond that, though, she never learned about the rumors Ava had spread. Most people just kept seeing me as the fat geek, despite me bulking up and losing weight over the last year. I was, and still am, the school pariah. How the hell was I supposed to explain all that to Tess without sounding like a whiny bitch? I decided to just stick to the bare minimum.

“Well, I wasn’t active. When I came home yesterday, my family was in the living room and, let me tell you, they were damn shocked. School was pretty much the same today. Those new clothes you picked out with the haircut make a huge difference to how I looked two days ago. With the wide clothes I was always wearing, nobody ever really noticed that I lost so much weight and put on muscle. So ... maybe they will be all over me in a few days, but ... you really were my first.”

“Okay, Tim. In that case, I have a lot to teach you!” she purred, a predatory smile on her lips. I loved it when she smiled at me, even when it was slightly unsettling like this one.

She gave me another kiss and got up from my lap. Not a second too early, as it turned out, since suddenly the door opened without a knock, and Uncle John and Aunt Danielle walked in. Both of them had friendly smiles on their faces when they entered, that soon vanished to be replaced by intrigued looks. Aunt Danielle was wiggling her nose, while Uncle John took a few less subtle and annoyingly audible sniffs. They could smell the sex in the air. A concept I wasn’t yet familiar with. Though, even if I would have been more experienced, I still wouldn’t have wasted a thought on my little basement office not having a single window while being presented with Tess’ willing body.

They shared a short expressive look between themselves before turning their eyes to me, taking in the scene. There I was, in a room reeking of sex, with a woman more than ten years older than me, holding a little box with an expensive looking watch.

“We interrupting something?” Aunt Danielle asked with clear mirth in her voice.

“Yeah, if you two need a few more minutes, we can walk around the hallway for a while and come back to congratulate you later.” Uncle John chuckled along.

The initial relief I felt upon seeing those two making fun of the situation faded when I noticed Tess’ demeanor. This was the second time she came on to me with the clear danger of being caught, so I thought she wouldn’t care if it actually happened. And yet, when it did happen, she almost looked frightened. When she started talking, there was also a lot of uncertainty in her voice.

“You ... uh ... you’re not going to tell the Boss, are you?” she asked timidly.

“Don’t you know that the boy sitting next to you is our nephew?” Aunt Danielle pointed out. Tess seemed to take that as a warning, until Danielle added “So, don’t worry, dear. We wouldn’t want to put his Job in jeopardy either.”

“Besides,” Uncle John chimed in, “if everyone here gets that kind signing bonus, I might have to ask Bill for a Job myself.” Earning him a playful slap from his wife, he quickly added “I’m talking about that watch, obviously.”

Did that asshole just call Tess some kind of party favor or the company whore!? Before I could say anything, though, Tess herself spoke up. Either she hadn’t heard what I had heard, or she didn’t care about his insinuation.

“No, after our date yesterday, I was...” Tess stopped mid-sentence and blushed a little. “Well, I kinda forgot to give him his present. So, I wanted to make it up to him.”

“Oh?” came the inquiring sound from Aunt Danielle. As Uncle John walked over to my desk and sat on it, his arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his lips, Aunt Danielle moved over to Tess. As if sensing some kind of juicy story demanding to be revealed, she wrapped her arms around Tess’ and started walking her to the door, so the necessary girl’s talk could take place out of the men’s hearing range.

“Tell me, in all details, what my dear nephew did to warrant you getting him gifts!” she added with a playful smirk.

“It’s just his birthday present.” Tess answered, matter of fact. Aunt Danielle stopped dead in her tracks. “Yesterday was his birthday, wasn’t it?”

Tess, confused about the question in the first place, looked from one face to another. Aunt Danielle’s mouth was open in shock, her eyes aimlessly darting around while she tried to sort through all the birthdates in her head. Uncle John’s body tensed, as he straightened up on my desk. Me? I was suddenly fully occupied with not listening to their conversation and getting my desk reorganized, after our little fun time had thrown most of the items off it. I wasn’t exactly eager to let Tess know about my home-situation, or I would have told her when the topic came up five minutes ago.

“Oh no!” Aunt Danielle breathed out, as she spun around to face me with her hand covering her mouth. The intensity of her reaction told me that she not only remembered my birthdate now, but also remembered what had happened when I came home the evening before. She also seemed to finally realize the implications of that. Uncle John just gave me an uncomfortable look.

“It’s quite alright.” I told her coldly, as I stood up and walked over to Tess. “Tess here made more than up for it. She made it a very memorable, and very enjoyable, day for me. Until I came home, at least. But, since I didn’t expect anything else anyway, it’s hard to be disappointed.”

I didn’t plan on sounding as pissed as I did when dealing with those two, but the way John talked about Tess had instantly killed my resolve to be lenient with them. Seriously, how many uncles and aunts do you know who take part in their nephews’ birthdays? It’s not their job; I’m not their child. Sure, they were both involved in the core issue plaguing me, but they didn’t cause it. At least not that I knew of.

“But that means you turned sixteen yesterday!” she said, throwing an expressive look at her husband, who, unlike me, seemed to immediately get the hidden meaning her words held and closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh.

“Yes ... so?” I blinked in confusion. Then, finally understanding but not wanting to let on that I indeed knew what she probably meant, I added “Oh, don’t worry, I already got a car myself. A small Jeep! As I said, I didn’t expect any of you to remember anyway. And even if you had, there’s no way they’d go out of their way to get me a car. The guys here helped me get my license.”

“Yes ... a car. That ... was nice of them.” Aunt Danielle replied, but she was throwing a pleading look at John.

Did I get this right? Were they supposed to let me in on their activities when I turned sixteen? Was that what I witnessed at Ava’s sixteenth? It would certainly line up with the changes at home that happened after Logan’s sixteenth. But this didn’t make any sense ... People don’t just suddenly start fucking family members, just because they got the chance to. This is something I would have needed to be slowly and carefully introduced to, long before my birthday came around, so I wouldn’t run off and tell anybody about it. Well, at least I would have had to be introduced to it long before my birthday, if I hadn’t already known about it. There was no way they knew that I had walked in on their little family orgy on Ava’s birthday.

I suddenly remembered the phone call with Grandma. Maybe, when she was confused about me being oblivious to their Thanksgiving plans, it wasn’t about Thanksgiving itself, but rather something that was happening when the whole family got together. Were the parents expected to have that talk with me? That would, for sure, be better than being resented and unwanted, but it didn’t fit with the blatant disinterest the parents showed me.

In fact, I had refused to refer to them as ‘my’ parents for a while now, after they had basically abandoned me. What Princess Ava did to me would not be forgotten simply because I’d maybe get to fuck her. And Golden Boy Logan, after smiling happily upon seeing me beaten on the ground, was unredeemable as a brother to me. So, even if they suddenly decided I was worth their time, I didn’t think they were worth mine. Nothing made sense at that moment. My thoughts were interrupted, however, when Tess had a sudden outburst.

“Wait a minute! Are you saying that your WHOLE family simply FORGOT about your sweet sixteen!? ALL of them!?” The tone of her voice was clear disbelief. But there was also something else mixed in. Was she angry for me?

“Why do you think I’m working so much while still being in high school? It’s to get out of that damn house.” I shrugged, ignoring how Aunt Danielle’s eyes widened. “But speaking of working, I have to get back to it if I want to get through that mountain of old hardware anytime soon.”

I pulled Tess tightly into my body as I gave her a loving parting kiss, thanked her for the gift, and led the three of them out of my office. As I did, Uncle John tried to rejoin the conversation.

“I’ll have a talk with my little sister about...” he started, but I already suspected this would happen and I wouldn’t have any of it.

“Fuck, no!” I said sternly. “What’s going on in that house will not be solved by a simple conversation. And certainly not by one started by either of you.” I said that last word in a mocking tone and, again, ignored it when Aunt Danielle’s eyes widened even more. “If there is one thing I seriously don’t need, it’s them spending time with me because someone else made them feel obligated to. That would be even worse than what I have right now! If they prefer their two other children, I’m very much okay with it.”

That last statement was a blatant lie, of course. I was very much NOT okay with being left out, or I wouldn’t feel so damned depressed all the time. I stood by what else I had said, though. They didn’t care whether I’m around, they couldn’t be bothered to consider my feelings, and they weren’t even interested in talking to me unless it was to assign chores and make sure I stay out of the way for their family orgies. Why did I even still want to have these people in my life?

While Uncle John looked at me with some doubt, Aunt Danielle seemed to understand where I was coming from. After a moment of her studying her feet, she sighed, nodded, and grabbed her husband’s arm to pull him out of the door. Tess followed shortly after, so I could finally get back to my task. It took me three more hours and a trip to Home Depot to finally sort through the mess and make my way home.

Six days later was Thanksgiving, which we all gathered in Uncle John’s house for. As announced, the grandparents had flown in to spend the entire week with us, though I hadn’t spent any real time with them in the evenings. I spent roughly thirty-five hours a week in school, followed by twenty-eight hours a week working my job, followed by another eleven hours a week in the company gym. That’s a seventy-four hours workweek, not accounting for homework or travel time, and that was before things with Tess got serious!

So, Aunt Danielle had gone to great lengths to ensure I would attend their Thanksgiving dinner. She even counseled – conspired is more like it – with Bill and Tess, so I could definitely attend that dinner without having to go into work or being tempted to do something more fun than eat at her house. That told me she had something planned I explicitly asked them not to, and I wasn’t happy about it. Aunt Danielle was a therapist who specializes in Couples Therapy, so I guess she simply couldn’t let it go without meddling.

“Tell me...” I asked Danielle while helping to set the table. “ ... why exactly did I absolutely, positively have to be here?”

“Can you make it sound a little less like you’d rather be anywhere else?” John chuckled.

“No.” I answered matter of fact while looking him straight in the eyes as if to challenge him. That caused his chuckle to abruptly die.

“Oh, I just thought it would be nice to have everyone together again.” Danielle finally answered my question with a strained voice. Surely the result of my exchange with John. “It’s been a long time since we had.”

“What are you talking about, Danny? We were all together just last Saturday. Five days is hardly ‘a long time’. Or did you miss us so soon?” Logan injected while laughing, adding that second part with playful coyness.

I was sure I puked a little into my mouth. Calling her by a pet name was probably just his way of rubbing in how close they all were. Looking at her, though, I noticed Danielle acting a little hurried upon hearing Logan’s comment about them being together last week. She hastily tried to get the topic back on track, away from that little piece of information.

“No, Logan, I meant everybody. That includes your little brother. If John and I don’t visit him at work, we never hear anything that’s going on in his life.” she said with a patient smile.

“Oh?” I heard Claire inquire “Anything you’d like to share?” I wasn’t sure, but it sounded like she asked out of genuine interest, not just because she needed to play the part in front of her parents.

“Yes! We’ve been here since Saturday already, but barely got to see you!” added Grandma Susy with an accusing undertone.

“He got a haircut and a new outfit. That’s it. You only learn about his life when you visit him at work, because his life is work.” Logan answered for me, probably – hopefully – not realizing how his statement was true in more than one way. Claire’s ostensive interest seemed to be satisfied with that as well. So much for the perceived genuine interest from just a few seconds earlier.

“Aren’t you a little young to already be a workaholic?” Grandpa chuckled. “But I can appreciate young people thinking about their future!”

“I’m with Mom on that one!” Maggie chimed in cheerfully. “She told me about walking in on you at that gym and how you changed. But actually seeing it myself?” She had placed her hand on my upper arm and was feeling my biceps, looking me up and down. “I’m impressed, little cousin! You also became a lot taller since the last time we got together.”

“Thanks.” I replied, smiling at her. That is, until Logan felt the need to add his opinion.

“Too bad only his muscles can be enlarged by training.” came his quiet, pitying comment while throwing me a nasty smirk, reminding Maggie of the origins of ‘Tiny Tim’.

It earned him a stern look from Aunt Danielle, but it had the effect I expected and Logan hoped for. Maggie removed her hand from my arm, gave me a sympathetic look, and walked away without a further word.

For a tenth of a second, I imagined grabbing him by his hair and smashing his face into the counter edge. I wouldn’t do it, of course. The knowledge that I could do it was enough to remind myself that, despite him not knowing it, I was the bigger person. I could have started an argument with him, telling him and the rest of the family that I was perfectly average. But then again, that was exactly what I didn’t need. If the only way to get any kind of closeness and compassion out of my own family was to show them my grown dick, then I didn’t want any of it.

“Still wondering why I’d rather not be here?” I asked John with a raised eyebrow, before walking back into the kitchen without giving him the chance to actually answer.

The conversations – or at least the ones involving me – stopped, until we were all sat down to eat. Us four kids on one long side of the table, and the parents and grandparents opposite us with John at the head of the table, since it was his house. This meant that I had John on my left, Danny opposing me, and Ava to my right. I could see Logan’s hand on her thigh. The entire time I was thinking about one thing: Why the fuck did it seem like Logan was running interference whenever someone showed even the faintest interest in me or got close to me? Before I could contemplate that further, however, John had a genius idea.

“You know, we never really followed the proper protocol for Thanksgiving dinners. So, everyone should tell us what you are thankful for this year.” he smiled, fixing me with an expectant look. His wife immediately joined in from across the table, making it clear to me that this was by no means a spontaneous idea John just had. They wanted me to start! I knew they wanted to give me an opportunity to engage with the family, but they still didn’t understand the gravity of the whole situation I was in. What was I supposed to say here!?

My Jeep? I wasn’t thankful for that, I worked hard to earn it! And even then, it was a borderline junker that was in danger of breaking down with any drive that lasted longer than two hours.

My filled bank account? Again, I worked for that. And even then, I only worked so hard because I had nothing else in my life.

That the bullying in school stopped? I made that stop! And even then, only the physical assaults stopped. Am I supposed to be thankful for only being called names and made fun of?

Tess? Well, Tess I was thankful for. But even then ... There was that small problem with our age difference, killing every chance of it ever leading anywhere.

What did I have that I could truly be thankful for? I completely blanked.

Aunt Danielle saw my expression grow more somber by the second as I thought about what to say. And when I glanced up to signal someone else to start, I noticed she looked worried. She didn’t expect me to have such a hard time with this. As the realization settled in that I really couldn’t think of something to truly be thankful for, her expression changed again. She looked kind of ... afraid. As I looked around the table, they all seemed to be waiting for me to start talking. I resigned myself to just being thankful for their cooking, but Uncle John spoke up again and listed exactly the only four points I had just dismissed.

“Come on, Tim. I happen to know a few nice things that happened to you this year. You got yourself a nicely paying Job, a fun Jeep, got very ‘proficient at kicking ass’ as Bill phrased it, and, most important of all, landed yourself the lovely Tess.”

Most of the people at the table reacted to some part of that reminder. Aaron’s ears twitched hearing John mention the ‘nicely paying’ job. Grandpa released a disapproving “Hmpf!” when the Jeep was mentioned. Maggie seemed to be interested in the ass kicking part. Claire and Ava seemed to perk up at hearing the name of Tess. Then something happened that I hadn’t anticipated. Just as Ava turned towards me to ask about Tess, I saw Logan squeeze her thigh and lean in close to her.

“So, money, big car, macho demeanor and eye candy. All four clichés of compensating for ‘something’ in one go.” he whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Just like with Maggie before, it earned him a stern look from Aunt Danielle and Grandma this time, but he got what he wanted. Whatever interest Ava may have had in inquiring about Tess was gone. When it looked like Claire was about to take the opportunity to ask me, he continued by telling us what he was thankful for.

“I’m thankful for spending this time with my loving family, before going off to college!” he proclaimed.

Once again, I almost puked a little into my mouth. He also didn’t see the irony in what he just said about his “loving” family. But with that, all attention was on him and his application at UT Austin. I finally found something to be thankful for when Claire complained how it was too far away for him to commute from home. When I learned that “too far away” was in actuality just roughly two hours of driving, I simply closed my eyes and waited for them to be done with it.

Dinner after that was like usual. I answered when directly spoken to, mostly by Danielle and John, but didn’t want to engage much more. Until Danielle started her next scheme.

“So, any plans for Ava’s birthday?” she asked nobody specifically.

“Oh, nothing special, yet. I’ll probably just meet up with a few friends.” Ava answered.

“We’ll make it special, like always.” added Logan, squeezing her leg again.

“Must be a pain if your birthday is so close to the Holidays.” Danielle specified.

So that was what she was planning. Hinting at someone else who was born even closer to a Holiday than Ava, namely Thanksgiving, who’s birthday they forgot about. I gave her an angry look and, to her credit, she looked a little embarrassed seeing it. What the hell was she trying to accomplish? Did she not pay attention to how the rest of the evening had played out so far? Luckily, or not, my being was so far removed from their minds, they never made the connection. So, John tried yet another angle.

“Tim! Tell me, why a Jeep as your first car?” he asked, with clear emphasis on ‘first car’. I suspected he wanted to hint at the fact that the first cars my two siblings had, were gifts for their sixteenth birthdays. I thought about throwing my turkey at him, but I could use this opportunity to, at least partly, refute Logan’s claims about me wanting to compensate for a small dick.

“Wasn’t really looking for a Jeep specifically.” I answered quickly before Logan could inject himself into the conversation, to which I heard Grandpa let out an approving “Hmph”. “I needed a car to get to work but didn’t really know what else for. So, something cheap and maybe fun. That’s what I looked for.”

“What did you do about insurance?” Aaron asked. “I sure don’t remember you asking me to put you on our plan?”

“I insured it.” I said, matter of fact, not pointing out how he co-signed without even realizing it.

“Yourself? Well, that’s a relief!” he laughed while looking at his wife, the topic clearly settled for him.

“And why is that a ‘relief’, Aaron?” Danielle asked him with a forced smile, and just a smidge of irritation in her voice.

“Your girl doesn’t have a car yet, Danny, so you wouldn’t know. Paying for those two’s insurances already costs us a small fortune. If he can take care of that himself, I’m all for independence!” he proclaimed. “How much is yours?” he added, looking at me.

“Little under $500 per month.” I answered, to which Maggie almost spat out her food.

“You’re paying FIVE HUNDRED dollars every MONTH! And that’s just for the insurance?! Mom and Dad said, since I don’t really need the car, I’d have to pay for it myself. Why is it so expensive!?” she asked, losing control of her voice’s volume.

“That’s actually cheap. I got a day-long defensive driving course through work. That knocks ten percent off for a year. I’ll have to do one again next year to keep the discount.”

“You’re shitting me!” she commented, earning herself a resounding “Language!” from Grandma.

“Wait!” Aaron shouted, pointing at my siblings but looking at me. “We could save twenty percent off their insurance if we send these two to one of those courses!?”

“That’s ... not at all how Math works, but sure, you could save ten percent on each insurance.” I sighed under my breath, which actually caused John to suppress a laugh.

“John, could you ask Bill if he’d get them one of those courses too?” Aaron asked, completely ignoring my comment.

The conversation became a little chaotic after that, since Princess and Golden Boy were anything but eager to spend an entire day being told how to drive carefully. But John’s attempt to point at my missed birthday had completely derailed.

It’s hard to explain, but I truly believe that, if they were asked for it, they could provide my birthdate. As far as I knew, at least Claire was present when it happened, being my mother and all. They simply didn’t think about me having birthdays, if that makes any sense. It wasn’t something they anticipated, so when the date came up, they didn’t associate it with me.

Whatever Uncle John and Aunt Danielle wanted to achieve that evening by repeatedly putting me on the spot, by the end of dinner, they had given up.

Aunt Danielle kept glancing at me with worried looks, but I was only thinking about how to make my escape. The opportunity arose when my phone got a push notification from the company server, notifying me about a bounced email. I could see from the notification itself that someone just mistyped the email address, but they couldn’t.

When they didn’t even make a fuss about me leaving early, I asked myself why I even bothered to look for an excuse. I had just reached the door and was about to open it, when Danielle came up from behind me, wrapped her arms around my stomach, and gave me a tight squeeze.

“I’m sorry, honey.” she said. For a moment, the feeling of her soft big breasts pressed into my back and her warm breath against my neck distracted me. Then I remembered how she couldn’t even be bothered to say a single fucking word when Logan made his snarky remarks, and any interest I might have had in her body vanished. When I tried to move away, she squeezed again before whispering. “You’ll be Okay, right?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be? Nothing new here.” was all I answered in a deadpan voice, before I removed her hands and finally made my way out of the door.

I contemplated staying with her for a while, just to maybe get some kind of explanation for everyone’s favoritism of Logan. I was also pretty sure the others were just waiting for me to leave, so they could shed their clothes and start their Thanksgiving-Romp. Instead, I made my way home and sat in front of my computer. I was interested in how genuine Aunt Danielle’s sudden concern really was. For a therapist, she sure liked to overlook a lot of the signs she was witnessing.

In my quest to learn about IT-Security, I had long since passed simple trackers on peoples’ phones. In fact, I now had complete control over their smartphones. I could access their drives, read their chats and activate their cameras and microphones. When I gained that access, I discovered that Logan had recorded quite a few of their get-togethers, and while I couldn’t be sure, the angles made me suspect he didn’t exactly do it in an obvious manner.

Figuring Ava’s phone was the most likely to be out in the open, I connected to her’s. While all I could see was the ceiling, the loud sounds of moaning and skin slapping confirmed that they didn’t wait long after I left. If they had gone right to fucking, my question about the depths of Danielle’s concern was answered indirectly, and there was no need to torture myself further by listening to their fucking. When I was just about to close the app, though, I could hear a male voice talking.

It was too far away from Ava’s phone to understand anything. I knew Aunt Danielle and Claire kept their phones in their purses most of the time, so I probably wouldn’t pick up anything from theirs. Hoping John would have his phone in his Jacket, I connected to it and was lucky.

“ ... orget about it!?” I heard Grandma’s offended voice.

“I was ... we just... ” that was Claire, sounding quite uncomfortable.

“Well? Spit it out already!”

“Come on, Gran. You can’t really blame Mom for it.” I heard Logan say. “Tiny NEVER celebrates his birthdays. That’s why he was rather at work the whole day than at home. And he also never accepts any of our presents, so why should she spend money on something he won’t want?”

Bingo! They were talking about my birthday. Danielle and John must have given up on making them remember and simply told them. I was also impressed with Logan’s uncanny ability to make his bullshit sound reasonable. Though, what the fuck was he on about not accepting their presents? Apart from the penis pump, I hadn’t gotten shit from anyone but Claire in years! And I never accepted her presents because she thought the penis pump was funny, so I dreaded receiving something similar from her.

“That may be so, but that is no reason to simply forget about it! And what makes you think I was only blaming your mother? It would do you some good to reflect about your own behavior, young man. No wonder that boy is angry when he has to listen to your insults all the time!” I heard her take a deep breath, as if to calm herself. “Claire, it would’ve only been prudent to at least do the same for him as you did for his siblings, and those two got cars for their sixteenths. Now Tim bought one himself instead, so he clearly wanted one! I also can’t imagine him being happy to pay for everything himself, so don’t even THINK about telling me he wouldn’t have accepted it!” Grandma scolded Logan and Claire.

“We didn’t even know he got his license, Granny!” Logan called out in a whiny tone.

“Logan. I am trying to have a serious discussion with your mother. Not with you! So, stop answering for her and stop distracting her by fondling her.”

There were a few seconds of Logan protesting and assuring Claire how she didn’t do anything wrong, before Grandma finally and firmly threatened to whip him if he couldn’t behave. I smiled at that.

“So, again Claire, how did this happen?”

“I honestly don’t know, Mom. It’s just ... he’s rarely home anymore... ”

“After what I saw during dinner, I can’t really blame the boy! The most praiseworthy thing he seems to have accomplished in his parent’s eyes was that you don’t have to care for him anymore!” Grandma sounded angry by now.

“Of course I do! It’s just ... hard! He doesn’t talk to us anymore either. Any of us. If we talk, it’s always like we’re fighting. We really didn’t even know he had a driver’s license.”

“Well, one of you had to know.” I heard Uncle John partake in the conversation for the first time.

“What do you mean, dear?” Grandma asked, her tone suddenly loving. A stark contrast to the scolding she had handed out until now.

“Minors can’t just walk into the DMV and get a license, Mom. Normally, they need documentation of parent-taught driving lessons, but Tim got around those by asking Bill instead. He’s licensed to give lessons because of that safety course Tim talked about, and so he can teach his men how to handle armored cars. But at the very least, Tim absolutely had to have a guardian’s signature on the paperwork. So, either Claire or Aaron must have signed off on that.” He explained.

“Aaron!” Aunt Danielle called out loudly. “Did you sign off on Tim’s application for his driver’s license?”

“I think ... OH GOD! That’s so good honey, keep going!” His voice was barely loud enough for me to hear his answer, so he must’ve been with Ava.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Aaron. If you can’t be bothered to participate in this discussion about YOUR SON, can you and Mike at least stop spit roasting Ava for long enough to answer a simple question!?” Grandma called out, more than annoyed.

So, Ava was with Aaron and Grandpa. The bitch had ridiculed me for being overweight, but had no problem fucking a flabby sixty-three year old man. Interesting.

“Well ... I ... think I did? A few ... weeks ago, he ... asked me to ... sign something. Thought it was ... school stuff.” he panted, clearly unable to stop spit roasting Ava as Granny had asked.

“And do you just sign everything someone puts in front of you without checking what it is?” John asked, incredulously. “His car’s insurance would’ve needed to be co-signed as well, by the way.”

“Oh, come on!” Aaron shot back. Apparently, that accusation irked him enough to stop fucking. “I just can’t relate to the boy. First, he turns into the Buffet King, then he starts with all that nerd-stuff. Sure, Okay, we saw last week that he finally takes some care of himself, but why did he make this dork-shit his career choice?!”

“Okay, “ Grandma said in an exhausted sigh “Let’s ignore the fact that Tim rather asked his boss for help than his parents. I’m starting to understand why he thought it was the better choice. And let’s also ignore the fact that you apparently think your son not talking to any of you is an excuse not to try instead of another reason to get worried. Are you going to tell him about us anytime soon, now that you finally know how old he really is?”

That was met with a moment of silence. Apart from the moaning in the background, that is. Then Logan spoke again.

“We already talked about it a few months ago, after Mom’s birthday, and we all thought it would be better not to.”

“And why is that?” Grandma asked.

“Well ... we thought ... it would be better for him that way.” Claire pointed out.

“They wanted to spare him the humiliation.” Danielle specified. “I told Claire this was a bad idea, and she said she’d think it over. I didn’t realize she never did until we ... remembered his birthday.”

“What are you talking about!?” Grandma asked.

I heard something like a loud mumbling that I couldn’t make out.

“Take your cousin’s Cock out of your mouth when you talk, honey.” I heard Aunt Danielle say patiently.

“I said, “ Maggie explained, “when we talked about it, we kinda found out that none of us was particularly eager to have him. Sure, that was before we found out he got hot! But there is still the thing with his small dick. So, we thought it would be better for him not to know, than to feel left out.”

“Again! What THE HELL are you talking about!? I was eager to finally have him here! I would have been even if he HAD a small dick! Which he doesn’t, by the way!” Grandma said.

I wasn’t sure how to react to that. Grandma was fifty-eight, so not even old enough to retire yet. And from what I could see, she had kept herself in shape. But then again, I never saw her fully naked. Nevertheless, I did feel flattered.

“He doesn’t!?” I heard a chorus of voices ask.

“No, he doesn’t. At least not from what I saw in the bathroom on Monday.” Grandma said.

It was true. I knew from her phone call that she and Gramps would visit for Thanksgiving. But with most communication with the family broken down, I had no idea they would arrive the weekend before Thanksgiving. So, when I got up on Monday morning and heard the entire family’s voices in the kitchen, I just walked into the bathroom without bothering to knock, and found myself face to face with Grandma. I stood there in all my morning-glory, wearing nothing but my trunks which, thanks to Tess, were elastic and form fitting. So form fitting and elastic, they showed off perfectly what was waiting underneath and all that was left to her imagination was the skin tone.

“When was the last time any of you saw him naked?” Granny asked.

“A little over two years ago. Why?” Claire said, now suddenly eager and interested. Figures.

“What, when he was thirteen!? Does the rest of him look like a thirteen-year-old? Why would you think that part wouldn’t grow like the rest of his body!? This makes no sense!” Granny asked, irritated. I kind of wanted to kiss her. But then again, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what else she may had in mind if I actually did it.

“Well ... we... ” Claire stammered.

“Why are you looking at them now, like they’d be able to answer this for you!? Claire, I love you, but, frankly, you and Aaron fucked up! I don’t know how you could let it come to this, but I really hope you’ll find a way to fix this!” Granny finished.

“Still doesn’t change the fact that he’s not interested!” Logan threw in. “It’s not like we’re ignoring him, he doesn’t want conversations with us. He doesn’t want to spend time with us. He doesn’t meet up with friends, doesn’t join any clubs or teams ... Maybe it’s Asperger’s or something.”

“Really, Logan? Accusing your brother of having autism because he doesn’t like you and your friends?” Aunt Danielle asked, in a lazy and tired voice.

“He doesn’t seem to have any problem talking with me. When we talked on the phone on his birthday, he actually seemed happy to hear from me.” Granny added, objecting to Logan’s theory.

“Yeah, on the phone, Granny. How many words have you two had in person since you arrived? Just wait ‘till we’re back, I’ll ask him if he wants to join us for a movie or something. You’ll see.” he assured her.

And there it was yet again. Logan’s talent for making people believe that their bullshit actions are perfectly justifiable. I could guess what he had planned. He would undoubtedly try to piss me off in some unobvious but surefire way, so I’d give him a reaction that would prove his claim. As much as I would love to prove him wrong by controlling myself, he knew too damn well how to press my buttons. My only chance would be to spend the rest of the week away from them. It wouldn’t expose his bullshit by proving him wrong, but at least it also wouldn’t prove him right.

Seeing as they would have to wait until they can test Logan’s theory, the conversation derailed and they slowly joined Ava, Aaron and Grandpa Mike. I closed the remote connection to John’s phone.

I took out my phone and texted Tess, reminding her of her promise to teach me things. Tess was with her family for Thanksgiving, but she was going to be back on Saturday morning. I picked Tess up at the airport with a bouquet of flowers, and we basically spent the entire weekend in bed, with her thoroughly teaching me everything she could think of. On Sunday evening, as I was about to leave for my own bed, she gave me an assignment.

“You know, Baby, as long as you don’t ever try to shove that battering ram of yours into them like you do for me, you really shouldn’t have any problems picking up some girl your own age.”

“And who says I even want to pick one of them up when I can have you?” I asked, before giving her a light kiss.

“I want you to try it. And then I want you to come back to me and tell me how much better I am.” she laughed. I still liked it when she laughed. Just hearing it made me happy myself.

“Fine, I’ll try. But no promises.”

And with that, I reluctantly left to get a full night of sleep before I had to start the new week. Like expected, despite not telling anyone I would spend the night with Tess, there were no messages or calls on my phone. When I got back to the house, Granny and Grandpa were already on their way back to Beaumont.