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between us and kissed him.
    Ethan’s entire body surged around me, enveloping me, his arms tightening around my
    back as he pulled me closer and thrust his tongue inside. He tasted like toothpaste. His rough
    jaw and hungry lips ground against mine, and at once it was too much and too perfect. I
    succumbed to his strength and will.
    Our bare legs rubbed against each other, the hot friction of hair and skin. He rolled on
    top of me and drove his hips to meet mine. Our cocks found each other despite the layers of
    underwear and I moaned into his mouth.
    His hands found their way under my T-shirt. They roughly slid down my chest,
    stopping to flick my nipples as they descended lower. He lifted his palm and skimmed the
    hair around my navel, and then stroked my flank.
    I lifted the hem of his shirt and he obliged me by pulling back just enough to remove it
    entirely. I undressed as well, the cold air shocking as we briefly emerged from under the
    blankets.
    “Fuck, it’s cold!” he whispered, laughing. His legs bumbled against mine as he peeled
    off his underwear. As soon as we were both naked I yanked the cover back over us,
    enveloping us once more in darkness and heat.
    I threw my leg over his hip and pressed myself into him. Our hands met around our
    cocks and built a rhythm. I found his mouth once more and kissed him until I was breathless,
    until the pressure built, our bodies straining, pushing against each other, writhing to increase
    the friction. Precum lubricated our cocks as we stroked each other, and then Ethan went
    rigid, his entire body tensing against me, and wet, sticky heat spurted into my palm, coated
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    the top of my prick. He gave me two more tugs and I exploded, semen shooting between our
    chests. I shuddered with the feeling of release.
    For a moment, I lay still, dead to the world, my body pulsing with pleasure.
    We slid against each other, our chest hair slick with cum. He kissed me again, and I felt
    him smiling even though I couldn’t see it.
    “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” Ethan admitted.
    And even though I felt the same, I didn’t say it out loud. I kept my thoughts to myself,
    but as I lay there, I could hear my heart whisper to my mind, this is better than you
    imagined. Keep this. Just this.
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Chapter Seven
    A bloodcurdling scream startled me awake the next morning. As I jerked upright, I
    dislodged the heavy weight of Ethan’s thigh, draped across my hips, and he sat up as well.
    “What the hell was that?” I asked, rubbing my face into wakefulness.
    Ethan blinked sleepily, dazed.
    Someone screamed again. Ethan and I looked at each other, and then simultaneously
    bolted out of the bed.
    We both fumbled into our clothes and ran down the hall. The scream came from the
    guest room, Aunt Goldie’s room.
    We burst through the door just as my parents rounded the corner. Goldie sat up in the
    bed, pointing and screaming at the closet.
    “Burglar! A burglar!” she cried.
    Uncle Al appeared on the scene, a broom grasped in his hand. “What happened? What
    happened?”
    Goldie’s finger shook as she pointed to the closet. “There’s a man in my room! A thief!”
    We all stared at the closet. Uncle Al raised the broom like a sword.
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    And out came Matthew.
    “I just wanted some wrapping paper.” He held aloft a roll of blue-and-white paper.
    I laughed, but my mother threw a pillow at her sister.
    “For this you wake up the entire household? Your son?”
    “I didn’t know who he was!” Goldie cried. “I wasn’t wearing my glasses!”
    Matthew looked annoyed. “I didn’t want to wake you. I accidentally ripped the
    wrapping on your present.”
    My mother looked beside herself. “As if there isn’t enough calamity in this household!”
    Uncle Al appeared disappointed, and still held his broom ready to strike.
    “You should announce yourself in your mother’s room,” Goldie told Matthew. “Don’t
    be such a