Erika was cute, red haired, athletic, and her breasts, which he had really noticed for the first time at her fifteenth birthday party, pushing nicely at the old khaki tank top she’d worn to rags, now drew the appreciative eyes of every hetero male between the ages of ten and one-hundred. She was only a year younger than him, so if she hadn’t been his best friend’s little sister he would have hooked up with her by now, though he thought she wouldn’t have been half as interested in him if he didn’t keep turning her down.
By the end of that week in the old house, he began to suspect hiding was no longer necessary, or as necessary as it was at the start. He was only a few months from his eighteenth birthday, and the only family he had left was probably happy to have him out of the house.
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