oncoming tractor- trailer.
“We only have two days together, and you want me to give all her time to you?” he asks, bemused.
“Pretty much,” I reply, seriously. I need this. I need to commit everything about her to memory. The memories of her that I’ll take with me , will help me conquer all things that come my way. Yes, I’m vanishing off the face of the Earth for the next four fucking years, but I’ll never stop loving her. No matter if death comes knocking at my door, I’ll think of her, remember her, and fight with all that’s within me to make it back to her. I will come home to her. I only pray she’s waiting for me, but if she’s not...well, I’ll think about what I’ll do when the time comes.
“Please, bro. I need this,” I plead. He raises his brows waiting for me to explain. “Look, I’m doing what you asked of me. I’m leaving her. I’m shattering her, and she’ll never forgive me. You, on the other hand, get to come home to her on leave, talk with her every chance you get. That’s something I’m giving up, man. I love her, Kyle. I don’t think you comprehend just how much I fucking love her, more than life. And in case you haven’t realized it, I would die for her. In two days, when I walk out your front door, that’s it; Allie and I are finished. So please, give me some fucking time with her.” Please God, if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll agree.
He continues to stare blankly out at the road as he drives, contemplating my request. At least I made it sound like a request, but it’s really a nice demand. “Okay, but tonight only. Tomorrow I’m not leaving her side,” he responds.
“Deal,” I agree. I have a perfect night planned, and I can’t wait to get tonight started.
“But I will tell you now, you better not sleep with her,” Kyle demands.
I laugh at how over protective he can be. “I don’t plan on it, but shit happens,” I shrug. I’m not lying to him. I don’t have intentions of sleeping with her tonight, especially since I’m disappearing in less than 48 hours, but Allie is completely unpredictable. Does anyone ever plan on making love? If so, that’s fucking lame. It’s the unknown that makes love making memorable. Not that I’ve made love before, but I’ve been with several broads over the years, before Allie obviously. But each of the girls I fucked, it was never planned. No one does that shit.
“Dude, promise me you won’t bang my sister!” That is like setting a chocolate cake in front of a fat kid and telling them don’t touch it.
“I can’t make any promises,” I reply, honestly. Kyle punches the steering wheel.
“Don’t make me regret this, Wyatt. I mean it, dammit. If it happens, I never want to know about it.” Right, because it would be comfortable telling him how good his baby sis felt as I filled her?
“Would never mention it,” I assure.
The rest of our drive is silent. As we’re pulling in, Lucille is backing out of the drive heading to work. I’ve been thinking about the perfect night the entire drive, but I need Allie away from the house for at least an hour so I can set up. The weather is perfect for what I have planned. “Can you take Allie somewhere so I can get everything together for tonight?” I ask.
“I guess. I gotta go back to the store to pick up some roses and a card to give to Mom in the morning. I’m sure I can convince her to tag along.”
I enter the house, and as Kyle goes in search for Allie, I head down to the basement to grab some equipment. I grab two sleeping bags and some pillows. I hide out here until I hear their feet pad across the floor and the front door slam shut. Once I’m positive they’re gone, I head back upstairs. I go onto the back deck to grab the fire pit. It’s one of those small round ones you can build a small fire in close to the house without catching it on fire. I take the sleeping bags and fire pit down to the backyard. After going back up the steps that lead
“We only have two days together, and you want me to give all her time to you?” he asks, bemused.
“Pretty much,” I reply, seriously. I need this. I need to commit everything about her to memory. The memories of her that I’ll take with me , will help me conquer all things that come my way. Yes, I’m vanishing off the face of the Earth for the next four fucking years, but I’ll never stop loving her. No matter if death comes knocking at my door, I’ll think of her, remember her, and fight with all that’s within me to make it back to her. I will come home to her. I only pray she’s waiting for me, but if she’s not...well, I’ll think about what I’ll do when the time comes.
“Please, bro. I need this,” I plead. He raises his brows waiting for me to explain. “Look, I’m doing what you asked of me. I’m leaving her. I’m shattering her, and she’ll never forgive me. You, on the other hand, get to come home to her on leave, talk with her every chance you get. That’s something I’m giving up, man. I love her, Kyle. I don’t think you comprehend just how much I fucking love her, more than life. And in case you haven’t realized it, I would die for her. In two days, when I walk out your front door, that’s it; Allie and I are finished. So please, give me some fucking time with her.” Please God, if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll agree.
He continues to stare blankly out at the road as he drives, contemplating my request. At least I made it sound like a request, but it’s really a nice demand. “Okay, but tonight only. Tomorrow I’m not leaving her side,” he responds.
“Deal,” I agree. I have a perfect night planned, and I can’t wait to get tonight started.
“But I will tell you now, you better not sleep with her,” Kyle demands.
I laugh at how over protective he can be. “I don’t plan on it, but shit happens,” I shrug. I’m not lying to him. I don’t have intentions of sleeping with her tonight, especially since I’m disappearing in less than 48 hours, but Allie is completely unpredictable. Does anyone ever plan on making love? If so, that’s fucking lame. It’s the unknown that makes love making memorable. Not that I’ve made love before, but I’ve been with several broads over the years, before Allie obviously. But each of the girls I fucked, it was never planned. No one does that shit.
“Dude, promise me you won’t bang my sister!” That is like setting a chocolate cake in front of a fat kid and telling them don’t touch it.
“I can’t make any promises,” I reply, honestly. Kyle punches the steering wheel.
“Don’t make me regret this, Wyatt. I mean it, dammit. If it happens, I never want to know about it.” Right, because it would be comfortable telling him how good his baby sis felt as I filled her?
“Would never mention it,” I assure.
The rest of our drive is silent. As we’re pulling in, Lucille is backing out of the drive heading to work. I’ve been thinking about the perfect night the entire drive, but I need Allie away from the house for at least an hour so I can set up. The weather is perfect for what I have planned. “Can you take Allie somewhere so I can get everything together for tonight?” I ask.
“I guess. I gotta go back to the store to pick up some roses and a card to give to Mom in the morning. I’m sure I can convince her to tag along.”
I enter the house, and as Kyle goes in search for Allie, I head down to the basement to grab some equipment. I grab two sleeping bags and some pillows. I hide out here until I hear their feet pad across the floor and the front door slam shut. Once I’m positive they’re gone, I head back upstairs. I go onto the back deck to grab the fire pit. It’s one of those small round ones you can build a small fire in close to the house without catching it on fire. I take the sleeping bags and fire pit down to the backyard. After going back up the steps that lead
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