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Dylan 1
We pick back up twenty years down the road. Enjoy Awesome Readers.
DYLAN POV Pg 13"SHIT," I mumble as mom softly knocks on my door.
I shove my hard dick under the covers along with my phone, that's playing a super hot video of girl on girl.
"Yeah mom. I'm up," I say so she doesn't open the door.
"Okay baby. Remember Curt's car is in the shop so you are driving him and Colt," she calls as she heads away from my door.
"Fuck," I mumble. My hard on is long gone. I have to drive my geek ass brothers today.
For some reason my parents thought it was a great idea to have kids back to back. So although I am the oldest, there is only 11 months between Curt and I. Curt and Colt are the closest at 10 months apart and then the baby is Ian. Who is 18 months younger then Colt.
I hate it. They surround me all the time, making me feel claustrophobic. Curt learned long ago to stay out of my
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