#61
Time slipped away faster than I expected.
What had started as a tense, emotionally charged afternoon somehow blurred into something almost… normal. Too normal. Before I realized it, the clock had already crept past one. My phone buzzed shortly after—a message from my sister.
On my way. Be ready.
She hadn’t asked if I wanted to stay longer. She never did. That alone told me everything: I wasn’t spending another night here.
I exhaled slowly and slipped the phone back into my pocket.
Donna noticed immediately. The reluctance in her eyes was unmistakable, heavy, and unresolved. Whatever confidence she’d shown earlier hadn’t fully returned; what happened between us still lingered, unspoken but present. Still, she didn’t protest. She knew waiting was her only option now.
And truthfully? I didn’t need time to think.
I’d never been the kind of man who overanalyzed things. I followed my instincts—always had. When I wanted something, I went for it. When a decision felt right, I trusted it.
But this… this wasn’t just about desire.
Ally had already laid it all out for me earlier—every risk, every consequence, every ugly technicality hidden beneath polite bureaucratic language. If the government ever found out that I’d impregnated Donna while she was still registered as Rodrigo’s partner, there would be penalties.
On paper, those penalties were laughably light—barely more than a nuisance—especially if all parties involved acknowledged consent. Men like me were rarely punished harshly. That was just how the system worked.
But Rodrigo’s plan went further than that.
He didn’t just want my help in getting Donna pregnant—he wanted the child to be his, at least on record.
That meant falsifying parentage. Lying to the agency. Sustaining a fabrication solid enough to withstand audits, medical records, and even genetic screenings. It meant Rodrigo staking everything on secrecy—on the hope that the system would never look closely enough.
And if that lie ever unraveled?
Rodrigo wouldn’t just be fined. He’d be ruined.
As for me… I wouldn’t walk away clean either. An accomplice was still an accomplice. The system might be indulgent toward men, but it showed no mercy when deception threatened the order it so carefully maintained.
That was the part Ally couldn’t overlook. The reason this arrangement unsettled her so deeply.
Of course, my decision had already been made.
Rodrigo asked me for help—not as a transaction, but as a favor. As a friend. And as a man. Turning him down now would mean denying our friendship, pretending that loyalty stopped where inconvenience began.
Rodrigo had always treated me well. Even in my memories, he was someone I could rely on—no matter the timing, no matter the circumstances. A friend who showed up when it mattered. If he had given me that much kindness without hesitation, then it only felt right to return it.
Besides, something had already happened between Donna and me.
She wouldn’t use it against me—I knew that—but to me, it already mattered. It wasn’t anything. It wasn’t clean. The line had already been crossed.
I’d done it once.
So why pretend that one more step would suddenly make a difference?
As I gathered my things and prepared to leave, Rodrigo lingered near the doorway, hands tucked into his pockets, his usual confidence subdued. When our eyes met, he hesitated—then stepped forward.
“Alvin,” he said quietly. “About earlier… I’m sorry. We pushed you too hard. I shouldn’t have put you in that position.”
Before I could reply, he pulled me into a hug.
I stiffened for just a fraction of a second out of habit, then exhaled and let myself return it. His arms were firm, sincere—no agenda this time, just relief and remorse. I raised a hand and patted his back, slower and steadier than before.
“It’s fine,” I said softly. “I get why you did it.”
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “I know the risks. And yeah… I’m willing to take them.”
Rodrigo blinked. “You mean—”
“I agree,” I said plainly. “I’ll help you. I’ll take the risk. We’ll just do it carefully. On my terms.”
For a moment, he just stared at me.
Then his face broke into a genuine smile—one full of relief, gratitude, and something dangerously close to hope.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice thick. “Really.”
Donna had appeared at the edge of the hallway at some point, pretending—poorly—not to be listening. When Rodrigo turned to her and told her my answer, her eyes widened. The tension drained from her shoulders, replaced by an unmistakable glow.
She didn’t rush me. Didn’t jump on me this time.
She just smiled.
And somehow, that meant more.
After that, I made my rounds, bidding farewell to everyone and thanking Ally and her mom, who hugged me warmly in return. Their easy affection was comforting—a reminder of the simple camaraderie we’d shared before everything became complicated.
“Thanks for everything,” I said sincerely. “It was a great time.”
Aunt Morgana smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re always welcome, sweety. Take care of yourself, okay?”
“I will,” I replied, returning her smile. “See you next time.”
Aunt Melissa also hugged me and told me to come and visit often.
She said I’m always welcome here. And I didn’t doubt it. I would happily come and visit, I said. Aunt Morgana did the same, well, she cupped my bulge and told me that if I ever needed company, I was free to call her. That was a tempting offer, so I exchanged my number with her as well.
The time I spent here was so much fun.
I thanked Rodrigo once more and told him to invite me again. He smiled and promised he would—very soon.
Waving goodbye, I slid into my sister’s car. Just as the engine started, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. Curious, I opened it.
[It was from Layla.]
[It’s me, Layla. I’m sorry I couldn’t see you out. I was too sore to leave the bed.]
[It’s fine. Rest well. We’ll be seeing each other soon, anyway,] I replied.
No sooner had I sent it than my phone rang again—her name lighting up the screen.
[Really? We will?] she texted me.
[Why would I not?]
[I mean, I thought this was just a one-time thing. Of course, I don’t mind. I would cherish this memory forever. And if you want someone to fuck, call me anytime.]
[Don’t be stupid. You’re mine, remember. Naturally, if I want it, I’ll fuck you whenever and wherever. Just be ready. And don’t let any man see my pussy, if you do, I’ll punish you, okay?]
[Hm. Don’t worry, I won’t. I promise.]
I smiled, feeling good.
[Then, do you have a pen there?]
[A pen?] she texted me. A moment later, another text appeared. [I do.]
I let out a grin and said, “Write Alvin’s Property above your pussy. And send a picture, I want to see it.”
I thought she would hesitate and would take a long time to think it over. I was just teasing her anyway. But it was just a few seconds, or probably a minute or so, before an image appeared on my phone.
It was an image of a dripping wet pussy angled from below her waist, like I was looking up from below her while licking her cunt. Above her pubis was [Alvin’s Fuck Pussy].
She’s quick.
[Is this good?] she asked.
Fuck. That’s even better.
“Beautiful.”
“Hm? What’s beautiful?”
Sarah looks at me curiously.
“No… nothing. It’s just, my friend…ahm, yeah, painted a good picture. I thought it was beautiful.”
“Oh? Let me see.”
She tried to look at my phone, but I immediately hid it.
“Hey, let me see.”
“No,” I said. “He, ahm, he said he’s shy about it. He didn’t want others to see it yet, since it’s not yet complete.”
“I won’t tell,” she pouted.
“Hey, I have integrity. If he said he doesn’t want to show it to anyone, I won’t.”
Sarah scowled. She shook her head and said, “Men,” grumbling before turning the keys and igniting the engine.
I chuckled before looking at the picture again.
There’s no need to guess whose number this is.
[That looks delicious,]I replied.
A moment later, another message popped out, containing a shy emoji.
[I can’t believe I’m sending you a picture of my pussy. But if that makes you happy, I would happily do so.]
[Why not? It looks good.]
[Really?]
[Yep. So good, I want more.]
The reply took quite a while compared to others.
But the wait was worth it as she sent me a couple of pictures, all of her naked in bed and even inside the bathroom.
[I’ll take more when I go back home,] she said, along with a picture of her holding her knees with her hands.
That looks fucking amazing!
As I was enjoying the picture, another message popped up.
[…Did you like fucking me?]
I grinned.
[What kind of question is that? The next time we meet, you’re not leaving the bed until the next morning.]
The message was seen almost immediately—but no reply came.
I found myself wondering what she was doing right now.
Shaking my head with a small smile, I set the phone aside and turned my attention back to the road.
“Did you have fun?” Sarah asked as she turned to me with a small smile.
“Absolutely.” I grinned, still feeling the buzz of the evening. “It was so much fun.”
“And you drink a lot,” she said, a hint of concern in her voice.
“I’m 18,” I look at her, feeling a bit defensive. “I’m old enough to drink.”
She looked at me for a long moment before speaking. “I’m not going to scold you or lecture you about it. I don’t want to make you feel bad. Drinking is normal. But Al… you should be aware of your limits. Don’t overdo it—you never know what could happen.”
I raised my eyebrows, caught off guard by her sudden seriousness.
“Like someone taking advantage of my drunkenness and assaulting me?” I asked, trying to make light of the situation.
Sarah frowned immediately, and I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “You’re old enough to understand this kind of danger. Even if someone is your friend, you never really know what kind of devil they might be hiding.”
Her calm, measured tone threw me off. I had expected anger, a scolding for drinking too much. Instead, she spoke with quiet maturity—and it caught me completely unprepared.
“Okay,” I said finally, careful not to say the wrong thing. “I’ll be careful.”
Sarah smiled, warm and gentle. She reached out, taking my hand in hers and holding it softly. “Promise me, okay?”
“Promise,” I replied, meeting her gaze steadily.
The drive home was quiet, but it was a comfortable, pleasant kind of quiet. I rested my head against the window, closing my eyes and savoring the warmth of her hand in mine. Before I realized it, I had drifted off into sleep.
When I woke, groggy and disoriented, I found myself being carried—princess-style—into the house.
“You woke up?” Sarah asked me, her voice full of amusement.
“Sarah?” I mumbled, still trying to clear the fog from my head.
“Shh, it’s okay,” she whispered, her voice soothing. “We’re home now.”
I let her carry me to my bedroom, feeling grateful for her presence. I then told her I didn’t know what I would do without her. Of course, I’m just teasing her. But she seems to like it and smiled at me happily.
“Sarah,”
“Hm?”
Sarah, who was about to close the lights and leave, stopped and looked at me.
I stared at her…
“…can we sleep together?”
I could see surprise flashing across her eyes.
But only for a moment, as her expression was replaced with the most beautiful smile in the world.
“Of course.”
…
