Flash Fiction – 4/4/2015

“Can you please get ready? Your brother is going to be here pretty soon.”


“You know he loves you like a brother.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Fantastic! I thought as my step-mother walked back into the house. Jeremy was the perfect son, always wearing his perfect tailored suit. “Fuck,” I would do anything to peel it of his perfect body.

I turned around losing my balance when I collided with perfection. I tried to catch myself and ended pulling him into the pool with me.

As soon as we surfaced Jeremy smiled, grabbed my ass, and gave me a perfect kiss.


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