4 ~ Whispers of Control.
Days blurred with my room’s door’s handle rattling, the teasing from them, me stroking myself, each one stacking more tension on my shoulders.
I avoided being alone with Jordan and Riley as much as I could, but the house was small, and they seemed to seek me out.
My body stayed on edge, my c**k twitching at the smallest brush or look. Sleep came in fits, haunted by flashes of their hands on me, their voices low and commanding.
It was Friday evening when things shifted again. Our parents announced a weekend getaway, just the two of them, leaving us guys to hold down the fort. “Be good,” Mom said with a wink, hugging me tight before they loaded the car.
The engine faded down the driveway, and the quiet settled like a weight. Alone. With them.
I retreated to
