Boy Pussy

Boy Pussy 3

3

"She's perfect..." I state.

Her face is perfectly symmetrical. She has thicker lips, rounder cheeks and higher eyebrows. She looks young maybe in her young 20s. I stare in the mirror. She has a small waist and wider hips. When I speak I notice that her voice is a higher pitch.

Her skin is the color of burnt chestnuts with a slight redness underneath. She seems to have African and Native American accents. Her long black hair is beautiful and shiny. She has a natural smile. She doesn't strain for it like I usually do. She doesn't have those wrinkles that I have. She has no make-up on but her skin looks almost like it's sunkissed. She needs no makeup. Her eyelashes naturally are long. Her eyebrows are naturally dark. Her cheeks are rosy.

"How do you feel?" Malachi asks me?

He sits me on the arm of the couch and walks over studying me like a doctor would.

"I feel...hot..." I state.

"Your soul is getting used to the body?" he says.

"What?" I ask him.

"Your soul. The company I worked for helped me design the drug to capture the Native American two-spirit."

"What's da fuck is a two-spirit?"

"The pill awakened a female spirit in you. If someone is two-spirited, their body simultaneously houses both a masculine spirit and a feminine spirit."

"So she is me now?" I ask.

"Yeah. Your heart rate is a little high. Do you feel faint or dizzy at all?"

"Kind of," I respond, "She has perfect eyesight. Man Malachi. I can't feel my dick. This shit is tripping me out yo. I can't feel my motherfucking dick. Yo! I don't have a dick. What the fuck?"

"Calm down. You're getting heated again."

Malachi puts his hand on my face. He then puts his stethoscope at my heart and then goes down and down to my lungs. I unbutton my shirt even though he doesn't ask me to. At that moment I realize something. I have breasts. I have fucking breasts. They just seem immediately laughable to me. I pull the things out of my shirt and begin to bounce them. Feeling this extension on my chest makes Malachi step back a little bit.

"Cous--can you please stop that?" my cousin asks.

"Why? Does this make you uncomfortable?" I laugh, "She got some tits Malachi. TITS. Look at these things. She's not as big."

"Most men don't like them too big. Yours are perfect."

"She has a fat ass, though. Look? Look how big her butt is?"

I pull down my pants and show Malachi. Malachi does something strange at that moment. He nervously stops trying to work and do his science stuff. Malachi swallows deep. He is...sweating. I thought I was the hot one.

Then I notice something else...

"Yo cous...you're hard," I state.

I look down and realize it. It's the reason Malachi was looking away. His jeans have a huge imprint of a very well endowed cock. It's pressed to the side of his leg but it is quite obvious what it is. I've seen my cousin naked a million times and he's seen me naked. He's seen my butt a million times. I've never seen my cousin hard before. EVER.

"Stop...pull your motherfuckin' pants up," he states.

I don't do what he says. I actually kick my jeans off. They are a little too big for her anyway. For some reason I'm feeling a lot more playful than usual. For some reason, I am enjoying the idea of making my cousin so nervous. I take a few steps closer to him. Malachi takes a few steps back almost immediately. He looks away nervously.

"You're attracted to her," I state laughing, "Yo! Malachi. she really turns you on. This is too funny."

"Stop referring to her as a different person," Malachi states, "She is you. And you are my cousin and I shouldn't be having the thoughts I'm having right now about my cousin."

Malachi turns away.

I start getting more and more playful. I open my shirt back up and lay my bare breasts against Malachi's back. Seeing Malachi squirm like this is amazing, to say the least. I'm getting him back for giving me this pill in the first place. I watch as he nervously tries to walk away but I trip him. He falls on his ass and I jump over him.

"STOP!"

"We used to wrestle all the time. Why you so nervous huh? Why you so nervous? Scared of a lil pussy cous?"

Just at that moment something weird happens. Something I don't expect. Malachi pulls me down hard. He pulls me down harder than I expect him to. And he starts kissing me. His tongue goes in my mouth. Malachi wants me. I can feel his dick underneath me. For some reason. I know it's my cousin underneath me but I've never been so attracted to Malachi in my life. I kiss him back!

I forget I'm kissing my cousin.

All I remember is how masculine Malachi is. I just think of his thick eyebrows. The way they always curve in the right way. I think about how soft his lips are. I think about his handsome baby face. I think about the dick growing in between us. It's his. Not mine. I'm grinding on his dick. I'm pulling my hand down. I'm releasing the dick from his hole.

He doesn't stop me.

His dick is out of the fly now. Malachi is breathing deep. I'm getting red. Panting.

"Fuck me."

"Damn."

"Gimme that dick. I want it daddy. I need that big dick. "

I'm getting so hot. Why am I getting so hot? He doesn't stop me when I'm dripping wet. I put Malachi's dick in my pussy. I grind on it.

"So wet."

"You like that pussy? It's good to you."

"Hell yeah!"

"Tear that pussy up. Gimme that big dick."

I push down deep until I can feel him. Malachi's dick is just as big as it looked in his pants. I bounce a few times. I'm moaning. Her moans are light. They are feminine. Malachi reaches up. He grabs on my tits at that moment. I let him squeeze them.

All of a sudden he wrestles on top of me. He begins to stroke me. I'm so hot. Malachi is kissing me passionately. I know this shouldn't be happening but I can't stop myself. I just let it happen. I just Malachi keep kissing me and I'm kissing him back. I grab on his ass pushing him deeper into me. His stroke game is definitely All-star. He's putting everything in it. He long dicks me thrusting his rod into my guts. I'm so wet...so fucking wet...

I can't believe this is happening.

"I'm about to nut."

"Yeah. Drain that dick in me. Drain that motherfucking dick. Yeah! Ahh... just - like - that..."

I can't believe it when he seeds me...nutting deep inside of me. He strains as he does...

"What...just...happened..." he whispers still inside of me...as though stuck there.

"I'm so hot. Am I supposed to be this hot?" I ask him.

All of a sudden he pulls out, "Oh shit you're fucking overheating. Fuck!"

"How do I make it stop! HOW THE FUCK DO I MAKE IT STOP!"

I feel like I'm on fire. Just at that moment before Malachi can even get to me the door is opening. The fucking door is opening. I'm getting so fucking hot and I realize that I'm changing! I'm transforming back. Lady's form is not holding. Malachi is shocked at that moment.

"Who has a key?" he asks realizing someone is coming in.

I want to answer Cupid but when I try to talk I can't.

My throat is transforming. My hands are getting longer. Everything is getting back to what it was. Within a matter of seconds, multiple horrific things happen all at once.

I change back to Demarco.

Then...

Cupid walks in on Demarco on top of me.

Lastly

Cupid isn't alone...

"Yo...did we just walk in on some gay sex?" Storm asks, "Is this? Is this gay sex?"

I'm not imagining it. The worst person in the world to catch what was just happening just caught something happening. Storm is with Cupid. I have no idea why. I have no idea why Cupid is even using the extra key I gave him to walk into the apartment right now.

All I know is that my cousin gets up from over me. He is still semi hard but struggling to conceal his dick. As if this moment couldn't get any worse he drops a thick yet long stream of warm cum on me as he frantically RUNS into the bedroom all of a sudden.

There I am.

Completely naked. I'm back to being Demarco. My dick is out. I'm covered in my COUSIN's semen. And I have the man of my dreams looking back at me. Storm looks disgusted. Cupid looks half shocked and half amused.

I want to kill myself at that moment. Yeah, Demarco. This would be a good day as any to die.

"This is pretty awkward," Cupid realies out loud.

Luckily Malachi's ass finally realizes he abandoned me naked out here and throws a towel like some sort of landline out into the living room. I roll my eyes. This is crazy. I wrap the towel around my waist at that moment.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask.

"I wanted to personally invite you guys to a party I'm throwing. I came to the store with the invitations but Cupid said I could just give it to you in person."

Great. Fucking amazing.

"I'd love to come," I tell Storm, "Thank you for um...thinking about me..."

"Sure. Um...it's this weekend. Cupid is invited. Um...your cousin is invited too um. He is your cousin right" Storm says, tripping over his words.

I sigh, "Yeah..."

"This is fucking awkward," Cupid says.

He's right. He's not helping the situation but he's right. This has to be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. I can't even explain what happened. I have nothing. All I know is that Storm walked in on me looking like I was having sex with my cousin. So yeah. I'm not in the best mood.

"Maybe I should go..." Storm says.

"Maybe that's a good idea."

"I'll see you this weekend."

Storm leaves at that moment placing the invitations on the table by the front. By the time he closes the door tears are in my eyes. Just at that moment, Malachi walks out of the room. His head is down. He's just as embarrassed about this as I am. Cupid is standing there with this stupid fucking grin on his fucking face.

"You could have called first," I tell Cupid.

"Don't put this on me. You are acting like I expected you to be fucking Malachi on your living room floor," Cupid explains to me.

"I didn't fuck my cousin!"

Cupid laughs, "Now I'm not sure what you kids call it these days but..."

"It was her," I respond.

There is silence at that moment.

Cupid seems to connect the dots.

"You took the pill?"

I nod at that moment.

"Yeah."

"Did it work?"

"Yes."

Cupid is squinting at that moment, "And then you fucked your cousin as a girl?"

Silence. I don't answer Cupid's question. I'm too embarrassed to answer his question. I'm too embarrassed to realize what just fucking happened a few minutes ago. One minute I was playing with Malachi. The next moment we were just going at it like wild animals.

"Something like that," Malachi says.

Cupid looks over at me with the most judgmental eyes he's ever given me, "Damn bitch. You a freak."

"Can you leave?" I ask Cupid, "Now?"

Cupid lets out a deep sigh. He knows how much tension is in this room right now. I have a feeling he doesn't want any parts of it.

Malachi and I are alone again. I thought if Cupid would leave it would make things less awkward but that isn't the case. There is so much fucking tension at that moment. I go to the couch to sit next to my cousin and he slides away from me.

"Why did I change back?" I ask, "I thought I had to take another pill to change back. A red pill."

"It's a side effect. When your soul is rejecting the body you change back."

"So I wanted to change back!" I state, "I didn't like what she was doing. I didn't like the fact that she was having sex with you. So I rejected her."

"STOP DOING THAT!"

Malachi is pissed.

"Doing what?"

"Separating her and you," Malachi explains, "We fucked! OK. Own it. I fucked my cousin! Jesus Christ. What if Grandma finds out?"

I don't get it. So why did I change back? Why did my body reject it?

"No Malachi. Trust me. You don't get what it's like. I didn't want to have sex with you. I mean I did, but I didn't. She wanted to...and..."

Malachi cuts me off, "Stop saying stuff like that. You don't know what you're talking about. You are her. She's just the feminine side of you. That's it. I wanted it and ... so did you..."

"You think I took a pill so I can have sex with you?"

"No of course not. I don't think it was planned. I...damn. I fucked my cousin. I um. I don't know..." Malachi seems confused, "I just need time to think. Don't touch the pills again. I just need some time. Damn. I fucked my cousin..."

Malachi starts talking to himself at this point. He goes into the room. He's really thinking. He doesn't get it, though. It was more than me just becoming a woman. There was more to it. I'm not exactly sure but I have a feeling there was more to it.

~

"Malachi didn't show up?" Cupid asks.

It's the night of the party. We arrive and I see it is at a high-end hookah lounge. We walk in the place and we are patted down by massive security. This event has to be a big deal but for some reason, it feels so...elite. It's not crowded by any means.

"He's been avoiding me all week," I state, "Cupid, I don't know how it happened. I can't explain it."

"I can. Malachi is FINE. Sexiest nerd I ever met in my life. I been trying to put this pussy on your cousin for years."

"You don't have a pussy."

"Well, you do, love. Or at least you did and the first chance you got, you took advantage of it. I'm not knocking you," Cupid says and then sighs, "Kissing cousins are dope nowadays I heard. It's in style like the new Yeezys. Speaking of pussies. You should have stepped yours up tonight. You look horrible love."

"You don't like my outfit?"

Cupid examines my outfit. I have on a button up and some khaki pants. They said it was going to be high-end. I was never one of those gay guys who had amazing style. I was the gay guy who watched sports and farted in front of his friends. My idea of fashion was matching my Hawks snapback to my v-neck tshirt.

I was just a regular guy.

"You look homely," Cupid responds.

Fuck. It's too late to change. By the time we get in I realize just how under-dressed I am. Elite isn't the word for this place. It is higher than elite. The design of this place is world class. Everything looks like it is made out of crystals. Everything sparkles, including the people. The girls have on long ballgowns. The men have on their nicest tuxedos. This was Hollywood for real. It feels like I'm walking into a fantasy. The only problem is I'm walking in there with khakis on.

"Excuse me are you valet?" a man asks me.

"Sorry?"

"I need my car," the man says.

"I'm not valet," I respond.

The man looks me up and down. He laughs at that moment. He straight up laughs. He looks me dead in my face and starts busting out into rolling laughter. Cupid takes a few steps away from me as though embarrassed. Truth is, though, I could be embarrassed of Cupid. If I'm underdressed Cupid is definitely overdressed. The boy has this feminine looking shawl with sparkly pants, pointed shoes, a top hat and a fur. He looks like he is about to do a drag impersonation.

"Don't worry," he says, "Stick with me. I'll make us both look good."

I roll my eyes at my friend's confidence. We head into the room. The exclusive events has stars and Cupid is most definitely star struck. The crystal tables hold crystal hookahs and these polished looking socialites are gathered around them having conversation.

That is when I see Storm Underwood. His table is the biggest. It has the most people on it. As we get close I notice the Atlanta High Society. Ebony Carter is the first one I notice. She is tall. Stunning really. She crosses her legs and waves at everyone who speaks to her. Don't ask me how I know her from her twin sister. I guess I've seen them around town to tell the difference. She probably wouldn't recognize me though. I'm no one compared to the Carter sisters. She is the only one that has a smile on her face. The other three women have gathered around one another. I don't know who is prettier between Tempest or Savannah Washington.

"Storm's up there. We should go say Hi," I state.

"You lost your mind right?" Cupid asks, "Hell nawl. That pill must have had some side effects. I told you not to fuck with your cousin's drugs."

"Cupid I'm just going to say hi..."

"Good luck."

"You not coming with me?"

Cupid points at the table, "You see that girl up there. That is Tempest Underwood. People say she is the upgraded Kim Kardashian. She is a goddess in Atlanta. I'm not saying Hi to her. Fuck no. I'm not going near that table. I hear those girls eat men alive. She's the devil and I have been trying to find Jesus."

Cupid looks scared. Terrified really. I can see why when I see Tempest. She looks a little bit like a young Janet Jackson. Her high cheekbones have clearly had work done. Her eyelashes bat a few times. She is striking, to say the least. She looks so different from the girl that I used to know back in the day. But I could care less.

I wanted to speak to Storm. He'd invited me and I felt so weird about what he caught me doing before. I needed to let him know I'm not a cousin-fucking weirdo.

I start walking up to their table. Cupid watches me as though I've lost my mind. Maybe I have. For years I had designed dresses for girls like this. For years I had been the guy in the background. I was tired of being in the background. For once I wanted to be in the spotlight. I wanted to be near Storm...even if it's just for a little bit.

As I walk up to the table the four ladies turn to me. Just at that moment, two guys walk past. They are bulky. They all look like I might have seen them in the past somewhere. They are both sexy, as fuck, to say the least.

"Watch it," one of them says.

The other just gives me a nod.

Storm puts his arm over my shoulder.

"Hey look who it is!" Storm says.

He smiles at me. I'm shocked. I thought things would be awkward as hell if he saw me again but honestly Storm is just as warm as ever. It's his friends who are giving me these stone cold looks at that moment.

They all look confused on why Storm is talking to a guy with khaki pants on.

"I just came over to say Wassup," I tell Storm, "I know things were weird last time we saw each other..."

Storm shakes his head, "I don't judge...whatever makes you happy."

"What you saw did not make me happy," I respond quickly, "It was...all... not what it looked like."

I sound stupid. How many other ways could someone take what happened? I'm trying my best to talk about what happened without talking about it. The reason why was that I could see Storm's friends staring at me. The guys have joined in on the staring. One of the guys whispers something to Ivory Carter. You can tell which Carter sister she is because she doesn't smile much. She just stares. Ivory then says something to Savannah Washington. Savannah is staring bullets into me. She clearly still doesn't like me.

I don't get why people call Tempest the devil. I'd heard it before. Savannah seemed so much nastier.

"Water under the bridge," Storm says, "Come sit with us. I wanted to introduce you to my friends."

"Sit with us?" Ivory asks.

I'm not sure if Ivory meant for me to hear that or not. She isn't hiding her complete shock, though. She looks over at the guy who was whispering to her. He looks like some rich Puff Daddy looking guy. The guy looks older. He looks like he just bathes in money and riches but still manages to be handsome as all hell.

"Storm, baby there is not enough room," Savannah says.

"There's a seat right there," Storm says.

Savannah puts her purse down on the empty seat next to her, "I like to stretch out."

Ivory laughs at Savannah.

That's when something else happens. Something I don't expect. Tempest. She snaps her finger at Savannah in the most strict way I've ever seen before.

"Move," Tempest tells Savannah.

Savannah picks up her purse and slides down. A few of the others slide down as well. There is enough space on the couch for both Storm and I. I expect at that point Tempest to acknowledge that she remembers who I am and say something but she doesn't. She just stares. She squints actually. It's the weirdest thing.

I feel so awkward as I sit. I feel them staring bullets at me.

"Is this Gucci?" Ivory asks pointing to my plaid shirt, "No. Let me guess...it's Ferragamo. Baby how much did you pay for your Ferragamo shirt."

"5 hundred," the guy next to Ivory says, "I can guarantee you the piece of shit this guy has on is not Ferragamo though."

There is laughter. It's clear she is trying to be a smart ass. It comes mostly from Ivory, Savannah and the guy Savannah is dating. Tempest smirks a little bit. The other girl Ebony gives a nervous smile.

I watch as Storm takes the moment to introduce them, "Everyone this is my new homie. Demarco."

I expect people to at least acknowledge my presence. Ivory's boyfriend checks his Rolex watch. He is a dickhead. I can smell the rich dickhead all over him. I must not be worth his time. He sighs a little bit clearly irritated by me being around. I'm not getting any more recognition from most of the girls either. Savannah immediately takes out her phone, turns on snapchat and begins to snapchat with Ivory, distracting the entire table in an effort to make me look stupid. It works. Tempest just awkwardly stares at me as though trying to figure something out. Then there is Ebony.

"I'm Ebony Carter," she says smiling, "This is Tempest's boyfriend Gunner. Over there is my sister Ivory and her husband Miles. Then you have Savannah. And Tempest you know, I'm sure. Everyone knows Tempest..."

I'm surprised when Ebony reaches out and shakes my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," I state.

I'm so nervous when I shake my hand that I know it's sweaty. Ebony doesn't seem to notice or doesn't seem to care. Her smile gets wider. The others ignore me. Purposely.

"I feel for the last few minutes the stocks in my company must have plummeted," Savannah tells Ivory.

"What could have possibly changed in the last few minutes that would have caused that?" Ivory asks.

I feel nervous. It's clear I'm making them uncomfortable. They are throwing shade at me. It's deep shade. Storm might not catch it but I've been around Cupid long enough to know a thing or two about shade.

"I should leave," I state.

"No. Why? You haven't even had any hookah," Storm says pulling me back down.

"Storm he doesn't want any. Clearly he has other things he needs to worry about. Like getting his life together," Savannah states.

I'm not sure why this Savannah girl hates me but she just...does. When she says that her and Ivory start laughing again. Maybe they are just mean because they can be. Maybe they are just nasty to be nasty. I don't get it.

"What?" Storm says clearly not catching on to how shady Savannah is being.

His sister catches on though.

"Do you two bitches ever shut the fuck up?" Tempest asks them.

The two girls look annoyed and offended but they don't say anything to Tempest. It's almost like they are terrified of her. Within a matter of seconds, I can see who the Queen Bee of this group is. With one stare, they have them completely fucking muted. Ivory looks like a little girl who just got in trouble with her teacher at school. Savannah looks like she wants to say something so bad back to Tempest but she stays quiet.

It's kind of pathetic honestly how they just let Tempest shut them down like that.

Tempest seems to know she has complete control as well. She leans in. She crosses her legs. She stares back at me with those dazzling fucking eyes. She's calm. She is in control. It's freaky how composed she is.

Tempest's boyfriend Gunner takes Ebony's opening surprisingly and shakes my hand, "So how do you do know Storm?"

I look over at Tempest. I want to tell them I used to date Tempest back in the day but for some reason she is staring at me almost daring me to say something like that. I don't know if she would take that well if I did.

"He was friends with my cousin," I reply.

"Not anymore, though," Storm says, "Gunner, Storm designs clothes man. He can help out with your fashion show."

"You any good?" Gunner asks me raising an eyebrow, "I do need help making a few pieces."

Gunner is the kind of guy Tempest should have been dating. He is sexy. He's the closest to Storm level sexy that I had ever met. Gunner has a million dollar smile and when he uses it on me I almost pass out. He has these long dreadlocks that fall all the way down to his back. He has the body of Larry Fitzgerald but the face of Colin Kaeparnick.

"Wait....Gunner? As in THE Gunner Gravely?" I ask.

Gunner nods, "That's me."

I'm shocked. It hadn't clicked. I had seen the name on the most expensive suits coming in to get tailored before. The suits were amazing. I am struggling not to be a fan right now. The fact that he needs help from me is blowing my mind.

"You are...amazing..." are the only words I can say.

"He's Ok," Tempest immediately butts in.

Her boyfriend looks like a football player but is fashionable. What more can a woman want in a man?

Ebony is still smiling, "Gunner has a men's line but he's expanding into some pieces for ladies at Tempest's request. Tempest is walking in the line as well. Tempest, he can help Gunner out right?"

Tempest doesn't say a word. She just sits there. The light hits her. It almost glows.

Gunner takes his phone out, "Gimme your number. We got to hook this up."

I look over at Storm. I was getting business deals through him. I actually smile at that moment and he gives me a slight nudge and a smile. I happily put my number in Gunner's phone at that moment.

"I have so many ideas and things to help with your line Gunner," I say at that moment all of a sudden feeling a little more comfortable.

"Enough of this..." Tempest says.

There is silence. Tempest is staring holes at me at that moment.

Why is she looking at me?

"Um...hey..."

"Demarco. Let me just cut to the chase...here..."

"Don't. You said you wouldn't," Storm says at that moment.

I look confused. I'm so confused when Tempest is staring at me like she's staring at me. Her cheek bones are so high that they slant her eyes. Savannah and Ivory snicker to one another. Ebony coyly says that she has to use the restroom; clearly running away from something. I'm not sure what. Gunner goes to his phone and distracts himself. Miles pulls out a cigar. People are acting weird.

Then there is Storm. Storm is just sitting there...

Tempest ignores her brother.

"Where's your cousin?" Tempest asks.

"My cousin? Malachi?" I ask seeming confused, "He didn't make it."

"He was invited."

Something was weird. What was going on? What the hell was happening here?

"Yeah I know. We got into something um...weird. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Storm says shooting his sister a stare, "She isn't asking for anything. Right Tempest? You're going to drop it. RIGHT?"

Weird.

So weird.

"I let you handle this for long enough," Tempest says shaking her head, "It's my turn."

I'm so confused. I look over at Storm.

"Handle what? What's she talking about?"

Tempest's smile gets wider. Her high Janet Jackson cheeks expand. All I see is teeth the color of bleached linen.

As politely as I'd ever heard anyone speak Tempest tells me, "You know you don't belong here, right?"

It hits me hard. It hits me like a ton of fucking bricks. No. More than that. Tempest just took a house and gently smashed my head into it a million times. I'm shocked. I'm even more shocked when Storm chokes on his hookah. Savannah and Ivory are paying attention. Both girls look back over at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You look like a bum. You smell like cheap cologne. You aren't really cute. You have no personality. You don't belong at this table. You know that right?" she asks.

My heart burn starts. What the fuck? Why the fuck would she say that? I fight back tears. They'd called Tempest the devil but I assumed it was something else. I assumed they were just overexaggerating. How can a normal girl switch it up so quick?

I'm shocked. I'm so shocked my mouth drops.

"Tempest enough. That's unnecessary," Storm says.

I feel like shit already. I couldn't feel more low at that moment. I get up feeling myself breaking down, "Storm I should leave."

"Storm agrees. He won't rescue you," she says at that moment, "See Storm and Malachi fell out. I don't know why. I don't care. That isn't the point. But Malachi was my...supplier and I want my supplier back."

Supplier?

"Drugs? You talking about drugs?"

"Yeah. Drugs," Tempest says, "No one has better shit than Malachi the Mixer. We all know that. Now Malachi won't give me his Superdope because he isn't talking to my brother."

Superdope? I am shocked. My cousin used to sell drugs big time. I had no doubt that people would be addicted. The problem was that now one of his addicts was pressuring me about it. Was I in the middle of some crazy drug deal?

"What does this have to do with me?"

Tempest laughs, "Let's be serious. Did you think my brother wants to hang out with you? YOU? Of all people. No. FUCK NO. I sent him to make friends with you. Because we want the drugs..."

All of a sudden everything comes crashing down.

I look over at Storm.

He used me. He was pretending to be my friend to get closer to Malachi. He used me for drugs.

"Is that true?" I ask.

Storm looks at me with those beautiful eyes of his and admits it, "Yeah. Yeah it is."

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