by thrownawaybigbro
Things started to get heavy.
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May 17th, 2020
Prologue: 9 A.M.
I closed my laptop with a smile. Before I posted about how my brother and I have been having
sex for the past month, I didn’t think I’d ever share the story with anyone; I mean, how could I? Who
talks about incest beyond hushed whispers on the nature of its taboo?
I’d been horny for the past three days. Three days without feeling D inside of me: rearranging
my guts or stretching out my throat. It was getting unbearable. Dad was given some time off from work
since the hospital didn’t have any scheduled baby deliveries for a few days, so he’d been home and
wanted to spend time with his boys. So we indulged him.
But I’d found some time alone in the hours of the night when Dad was watching Kingdom on
Netflix. And I was still desperately horny. So I started looking for incest stories online; I came across
plenty of material but my search stopped when I found the gayincest subreddit. It was a goldmine of
stories from anonymous men about their encounters with family members or their hopes and fantasies
about encounters with them. Whether the stories were complete works of fantasy or some version of
reality, I realized the power they held: I didn’t feel alone anymore.
That night, my sex-starved mind began to work overtime and I thought about the chain of events
that led to me submitting to my younger brother. I decided to share that story with the subreddit: maybe
I could help someone else who felt isolated with their thoughts and experiences. Maybe I was the one
who needed to no longer feel isolated. I haven’t figured that out, yet.
But on May 17th, 2020, I felt like a burden had been lifted off of my shoulders. The positive
messages I’d received in regards to D and I’s story cleared up any remaining doubts I’d had about our
affair. With a smile and a lightened conscience, I got up from my desk, stretched for a bit and headed
downstairs to grab some breakfast. I could smell the aroma of waffles creeping up the stairs, even
behind the closed door of my bedroom.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. You’re up later than usual. D got up before you today.” Dad raised
an eyebrow at me as he packed his lunch.
“Was up writing an essay last night.” I laughed. If I said it was for school, Dad would drop the
matter. The waffle iron on the kitchen counter hissed and Dad quickly pivoted to attend to the waffle
within. With practiced grace, he removed the pastry and set it down on a stack of the four he’d already
made.
“Grab a plate if you’re going to eat. I already had a few.” I nodded, grabbed a plate and grabbed a
couple of waffles. “Save some for your brother.”
“He eats like a dump truck.” I complained, taking a seat at our dining table. Dad shrugged and
poured another batch of batter into the waffle iron, then headed for the garage. He opened the door and
called into the garage.
“Hey D, you better get in here if you’re gonna eat or R’s gonna eat the rest of the waffles.”
“What time are you going to be back tonight?” I asked when Dad came back to finish packing
his lunch.
“Probably around 10 or 11. Make sure D does his chores and any homework he has, okay?”
“He’s not a kid anymore, Dad. We shouldn’t have to tell him to do basic things.”
“He still acts like one so I’m still going to treat him like one.” The garage door swung open.
“Speak of the devil.”
“What?” D stepped into the kitchen, sweaty and out of breath. He was only wearing a pair of
basketball shorts and some beat up tennis shoes. Sweat beaded down the sides of his face and
glistened down his torso. I felt a rush of blood down to my dick. Dad shook his head and tossed a
washcloth to D, who snatched it out of the air and began wiping the sweat from his body. He threw the
rag over his shoulder.
“Telling your brother to make sure you do your homework and take out the trash and do the
dishes.”
“Right.” D moved to sit next to me at the table.
“Uh-uh. You’re gonna get sweat on the chair. You can stand up and eat.” Dad scolded, then
turned around to resume his business. D rolled his eyes and looked at me. I looked back and saw a
mischievous twinkle in his eye. He stood next to me, close enough so I was practically eye level with
his crotch and rested a palm on the table. I could smell him: salty and sweaty like an animal. It
overpowered the aroma of Dad’s waffles.
“Hey!” While I was distracted, D quickly grabbed a waffle off of my plate, winking at me before
running off upstairs. Dad laughed and threw another waffle on my plate.
10 A.M.
Dad left the house in a rush. He always overestimates how much time he needs to get ready. I
couldn’t wait for him to hit the door. My cock was throbbing thinking about how hot and sweaty D was
when he came in from the garage. He was probably showering, so I cleaned up in the kitchen while
fantasizing about him.
My mind wandered to the scene of him standing next to me at the kitchen table. I imagined his
hand grabbing my head and forcing it into his sweaty crotch. Then he’d take his dick out of his shorts
and start slapping it against my cheek while I tongued his balls. I could taste the salt of his sweat in my
mouth. I cleaned up the dishes, set aside the waffles that Dad had left for D and took out the trash.
You might be wondering why I did the chores Dad explicitly told D to do: the work had to be done
and I have not been in any position to tell D what to do for a while, now. I could suggest it; suck his cock
or beg him to do it--that all still worked. But I’m not my brother’s keeper and recent events have
basically made sure that I never will be.
I headed upstairs. D was still in the bathroom, so I decided to wait for him in his bedroom. His
room is almost always a mess, so if we made it messier, it wouldn’t really make a difference. I left the
door cracked slightly open, stripped out of my shorts and t-shirt and got onto D’s bed: head on his
pillows and ass in the air. I kept my boxers on.
“Oh, Santa brought me an early Christmas present!” It was only a few minutes before D came
into the room. He left the door wide open and walked over to me, his hand flying to my ass. “Should I
unwrap it?” I felt a finger of his pressing against my hole through my boxers.
“Fuck…” I whined, grinding my ass against his hand. I buried my face into the pillows, turning
away from D.
“It’s moving! Is it a puppy?” D laughed. “I’ve always wanted a puppy.” We had always wanted a
dog when we were kids, but Dad said it was too much work and he didn’t have time to help us take
care of it. When we still wrote Christmas lists to Santa, D would put a puppy on the list every time. Our
grandparents ended up getting a rescue, so we still had a dog to play with, but D never got the puppy
he wanted. I felt D’s hand move to the waistband of my boxers. A rush of adrenaline coursed through
my body as he pulled them down, exposing my quivering pucker to the world.
“Oh, it’s a bitch.” D said abruptly, swatting my ass with the flat of his palm. I yelped as he
tightened a grip around my ass cheek and pushed it aside, opening my hole. “Look at how loose it is.” I
felt a finger penetrate me and moaned into the pillow. A second one quickly followed, then a third.
“I’ve got a bone for you, bitch.” D growled, grabbing my hand and putting it on his crotch. I turned
from the pillow to look at him: he still had his towel on and his hair and his body were still damp from
the shower. His muscles shimmered with the moisture and his body rippled as he manipulated mine. I
could feel how hard he was getting beneath the towel; I could already see the imprint of his cock. I tore
off the towel and my heart leapt in my chest as his huge cock jumped free. I needed that cock in me. I
shifted, D’s fingers still in my ass, and began to kiss D’s cock. I felt it throb against my lips with every
kiss--the blood pumping through the veins against my lips creating a sensation I’d come to cherish over
the past month.
D was pent up, too. Normally he’d tease me or pull his dick away from me so I’d chase after it,
but I think three days without fucking had gotten to him too. He let me kiss and slobber all over his dick
and balls, taking a few moments to whack my cheeks with his heavy cock. He reached full mast after a
few seconds and then my focus went solely to his balls, popping them in my mouth one at a time,
giving each a gentle tug with the suction of my cheeks.
“Shit…” D hissed out a sigh. His fingers left my asshole, resting that hand on my lower back
and his other hand on my head, directing me to the areas that brought him the most pleasure. “Suck on
that fat head, boy.” D put the tip of his cock on my lips. I’d learned exactly how he liked me to do it now:
I’d kiss the tip and slowly part my lips until only the fat head of his cock was in my mouth. I’d seal my
lips just behind the ridge of the head and suck and lick on it, feeling the blood throb through it and
tasting his precum as I drew it out of his dick.
D pulled his dick out of my mouth, slapped my face with it and pulled me up off of my hands. He
flopped down onto the bed and spread his legs. I instinctively went back to work, sealing the head of his
cock behind my lips again and moving my head to generate sensation. D grabbed my head and pushed
down. My mouth spread open as he forced more of himself down my gullet. I gagged. A swift slap to
the face snapped me out of my stupor and I was descending once more. Tears began forming in my
eyes as D’s cock head entered my throat. I’d learned to deepthroat him, now; it had been a few days
since I last did it, but I knew I could take him all the way down. D wiped a tear from my cheek, stroking
my face with one hand and forcing me down with the other. I looked up at him: his lips and brows were
tightened in concentration. His nostrils flared and he exhaled heavily as my lips hit his pubic mound. A
wide grin spread across D’s face and he thrusted into my throat twice, making my eyes roll back. I
could feel his pubes tickling my nose as I exhaled through it. D pulled me off his dick and I made a
sound between a wet gag and a groan. D held me by my hair, watching me gasp for breath. We locked
eyes.
These were the same eyes that I’d stare into when I was trying to catch D telling a lie when we
were kids. The same eyes that used to cry every time Dad told him he couldn’t get a toy when we were
at the store. Now they looked at me with hunger; the boy I’d grown up with didn’t seem like the same
person who was staring back at me right now.
“You good?” I nodded and that was all that was to be said. To be honest, I’d prefer it if he
wouldn’t ask me if I was okay. If he didn’t care about me as anything more than a cum dump. But he’s
still my brother, I guess. Annoying, goofy and bratty one moment, concerned and caring another. And
completely primal and dominant during other moments. This had turned into one of those moments.
Tears streamed freely down my eyes as effluvia leaked out of my nose and mouth. D was
thrusting into my face while holding my head in place, causing fluid to pool in the valleys of his ball sack
and thighs. It was getting to be too much for me, so I struggled against his grip. I gasped as I wrenched
myself free of his hands and sat back, a hand flying to my throat and the other wiping away the fluids
that had accumulated on my face. D’s dick stood at full mast, wet, angry and throbbing as he glared at
me, hands positioned to display his confusion.
“I thought you said you were good?” He pressed. I coughed, catching my breath for a bit.
“Too much.” I rasped. I could feel his eyes on my body; like being watched by a predator. He’d
shifted into that mindset, now, and my brain had some gears stuck thinking he was still my little brother.
His hand flew to my hair and pulled me down again and I instinctively pushed back. D grabbed my
shoulders instead and pulled me down onto my side, trying to climb up onto my chest. I rolled over and
he mounted my back instead.
“So you want it up the ass?” D growled as he put me in a headlock. I felt his body shift
downwards. The heat and weight of his cock pressed between my asscheeks. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.” I croaked.
“What do you want?”
“I want your dick in my ass!”
“Whose dick?!” D tightened his hold around my neck.
“I want my little brother’s big fat cock in my ass!” D released his grip on my head and grabbed
the bottle of lube he’d started stashing under his pillow. After applying a generous amount to both his
cock and my ass, he positioned the tip right at my entrance and speared me in one thrust. I moaned
into the mattress. D repositioned, pulling back until he was laying against the pillows and I was seated
upright on his dick. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me into a thrust as I leaned forward, placing
my hands in the space between his legs. He’d thrust and pump, pulling moans and groans out of me.
We continued like that for a few minutes until D stopped to catch his breath.
I wanted more, though. I began to grind my hips against him, working his dick while he laid back.
A loud crack filled the air and I felt a sting of pain on one of my asscheeks. I froze and another palm
swatted the other cheek.
“Keep fucking going, bitch!” D barked at me, spreading my cheeks with his palm. I whined and
groaned as I rode his shaft, pulling about halfway up each time before I slid back down to the root with a
grind. He continued to spank my ass; softer now, but still enough to leave a stinging burn. That low burn
began flowing through my body: I could feel myself getting closer to blowing. I shifted, leaning back so I
could get a different angle and prolong my orgasm. I felt D start thrusting into me again. His left arm
found its way around my neck and he pulled me down into his chest. His other hand flew to my cock
and began jerking it off relentlessly.
“Let go, let go, let go…” He chanted into my ear. “I want to see you cum on my dick.” I whined
and moaned under his assault. I felt my balls pull up into my body and hot liquid course through my
cock.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” The cry came out strangled between the intensity of the moment and the
pressure on my throat from D’s arm. My body jolted a bit as D’s hand slowed down, gliding up and
down my shaft. His fingers gently fondled the head of my cock as he slowly grinded his hips into me. D
let me catch my breath for a minute, moving his cum-splattered hand to my mouth. I stuck my tongue
out; D wiped his fingers clean on it. I suckled on his fingers, tasting myself from my brother’s hand. D
whispered softly into my ear; unintelligible words mingling with the drumming of my heartbeat within my
head.
The respite lasted only a moment longer before D rolled us over. I landed with my face in the
pillows as D began humping and grinding against my ass. The grip around my neck tightened as he
picked up speed, rutting into me like a frenzied animal. I could feel light kisses on my neck, rapid,
shallow breaths blowing against the side of my face. D changed his stroke, slowing down and drawing
back further before driving home with force. My tongue lolled out of my head as he forced a moan out of
me. I felt my guts being pushed around and was left speechless.
“Gonna fuck this load so far up your ass you’re gonna need a plunger to get it out.” D growled
into my ear. That far? I thought, my mind scrambled by the intensity of his thrusts. “Gonna bury it so
deep they won’t know where to put the tombstone.” He continued to fill my head with his sorry excuse
for dirty talk and my brain just accepted the words as they flowed through my ears. I was going to need
a plunger to get this load out, I thought. This load was going to be buried so deep into my guts that
they’d make an episode of Unsolved Mysteries about it. I whined and groaned as D continued fucking
me, hitting me at an angle that knocked any thoughts of resistance out of my head.
We were sweaty, sliding against one another in a haze of lust. It was hot today, and the sunlight
pouring through the blinds of D’s window hit us without relent, fueling our crazed sex romp.
“Dirty. Whore.” D punctuated each of his words with a slap against my ass. “Fucking.” Slap.
“Cunt.” Slap. “Nasty.” Slap. “Bitch!” The last slap came from his hips slamming into my body. “FUCK!”
D screamed; his arms had shifted behind my head, holding me down as he unloaded into my guts. I
could feel his balls churning against mine--his legs spreading mine wider, spreading my hole further to
accept his load. He panted into my ears with a chuckle. I laughed too.
6 P.M.
“Yeah that’s deep in there.” D laughed as his fingers spread my hole open. The remainder of his
load came rushing out of my gaping hole. The water from the shower poured over us; I had one leg on
the corner of the tub with my hands pushing against the wall for support. We took a few breaks after
that first romp to cool off. D went back downstairs to finish the waffles Dad had left and do some
schoolwork while I decided to play a few matches of Overwatch and put in a couple of hours into the
Final Fantasy 7 Remake in the meanwhile. We picked everything back up a few hours later with a
quickie and then decided to clean off together.
“Take the showerhead and--”
“I know, already.” D grumbled. He took the showerhead and aimed the stream up my ass. I
arched my back as the warm water washed over and into my ass, my forehead meeting the wall in
front of me. “Okay, you’re all clean, bud.” D playfully slapped my ass as he stood up, handing me the
showerhead. I rinsed away the soap on my chest and put the showerhead back on the mount.
The moments in-between the sex had started off awkward. The first time I sucked D off, I
wasn’t really sure if it had actually happened. The second time, I was definitely more sure it had
happened (the pain in my ass was proof enough of that) but he simply carried on like he hadn’t just
rearranged my guts. Now, a month into our… relationship, we’d gotten comfortable with the humdrum
realities of actually having sex. D had been surprisingly responsible with all of this (if you’re reading this:
don’t let that go to your head, D).
After we finished rinsing off, I turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain letting the hotbox
of steam out into the rest of the bathroom. The mirror in front of us was fogged, but I could make out D
and I’s obscured silhouettes in the glass. I grabbed my towel, dried off and stepped out of the shower,
D following close behind.
“Hey can you put my sheets in the laundry?” D asked. I turned to him, raising a brow. He pointed
to his dick and shrugged, playfully teasing me with a grin. I scoffed, got on my knees and gave his dick
a soft, slow kiss. With my eyes locked on the fat head of his cock, I chanted, deadpan and zombie-like:
“Yes, Master.” D laughed and gave me a light slap with his cock. I stood up and headed for the
door. “Just take them out and get them ready for me and I’ll throw them in with my clothes.”
“Yes sir.” D nodded, drying himself off. That was a thing that our grandpa had drilled into him:
always ‘Sir’ or always ‘Ma’am’. I found it ironic that he still used it for me despite the change in our
dynamic, but I enjoyed the irony. Probably why he still uses it. Or he’s just used to doing it and doesn’t
realize it.
In my room, I got dressed and checked my laptop, noticing that the stories I’d posted about D
and I on reddit had gained a surprising amount of popularity. A lot of people were connecting with it on
some level. With us. I took the time to read through everything until D came knocking on my door.
“Laundry?” His bedsheets were in his arms.
“Oh, yeah.” I got up and took the sheets from him and threw them into my laundry basket.
“What were you looking at?” I wasn’t really sure at that moment if I should have told him about
the post, but I figured he deserved to know. If he wanted me to take it down, I would.
“I posted about us on reddit.” I said, matter-of-factly. I looked at his face and saw confusion.
“Okay?”
“Like you, my younger brother, fucking me.” I clarified.
“Ohhh.” He paused. “Wait, how does that work?”
“I made a throwaway account, gave you an alias and just posted about the first couple of times
we had sex.”
“You can do that on there?”
“There are subreddits dedicated to all kinds of shit, D. I put it on the gay incest one.”
“They have one of those?” D laughed. “I gotta see this shit.” I shrugged and took my laundry
basket downstairs, D following behind me. I opened the door to the garage and began loading laundry
into the washer. “So?”
“So what?”
“What did people say about us?”
“They kinda just said it was hot and asked me for more details. You can read it yourself.”
“Alright then. I’m gonna throw the spaghetti in the pot.”
Over dinner, I directed D to the post on reddit. One of his hands held his phone, the other a
forkful of spaghetti.
“ Thrown awaybigbro?” D grinned between bites.
“You don’t like it?” I joked.
“No, I like it. Just didn’t think you actually felt that way about all of this.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like the dom and sub stuff. I just thought you were a bottom.”
“I’m pretty sure there are a lot of bottoms who wouldn’t appreciate how rough you are.”
“Lucky I found one who does, then.” D scrunched his brows together as he turned back to his
phone. “That’s a fucking essay, man.” I felt a rush of blood go to my face; I spent a lot of time on that
post. “Like it’s longer than my dick long. The comments are hot, though.”
By the time our plates were cleaned of food, D had finished reading my take on our encounters.
“You make me sound like a sex god.” He laughed. “Is that what I am to you?”
“Okay, so I embellished a little.”
“Or a lot.” He scoffed. “Like the time on the couch was like ten minutes, tops.”
“Felt longer than that to me.” I shrugged.
“Okay, I won’t argue with you. You’ve taken my dick enough times to know what you’re posting
about.” He paused and his attitude shifted. “You want me to use you like that, though? Fuck you so hard
into the couch cushions that you get stuck there all day? Leave you gaping so I can dump some cum
into you whenever I want?” I felt my asshole throb. “I can do that, you know.” D got up from his seat and
walked over to me.
“All these strangers on the internet are getting off to you getting your hole busted open by your
baby brother’s big dick.” He growled in my ear. I got up from the table, collected the dishes and took
them to the sink. D headed out of the kitchen. “I’ll be in your room.”
7 P.M.
I updated the reddit post with my current status: I was in my bedroom with D, who was seated
on my bed with his dick out, complaining about his teammates in Overwatch.
“If this dumbass thinks I’m gonna switch off Widow just because they have a fucking monkey
he’s wrong.” D grumbled as I placed my head in his lap. I planted soft kisses along his shaft, watching
in awe as the blood flowed through his dick. He was still soft, so I took his cock and began sucking on
the head. I felt his dick growing inside my mouth, rapidly filling the empty space. His dick popped out of
my mouth, partially erect.
“Get it back in there, bitch.” D commanded without taking his eyes off of the screen. I moaned
and took the shaft again. “Get the nuts too.” My tongue lolled out of my head as I began playing with D’s
balls. D began giving me soft words of encouragement: telling me I was doing a good job and that my
mouth felt like it was made to suck dick.
Defeat. The word rang throughout my room. D shook his head, rolled his eyes and tossed aside
the controller. He’d lost another match.
“Okay, enough of that shit for one night.” D grumbled, grabbing his phone instead. I’d given D
the login to the throwaway reddit account since he told me he wanted to interact with the people who’d
read the story. I continued to dutifully polish his cock and balls. A while into the cock worship, D began
to chuckle. I felt his hand move to the top of my head before he pushed it down on his cock, forcing me
to throat him. My eyes bulged and I instinctively recoiled.
“Get the fuck back down there!” D growled. He dropped his phone and used his newly freed
hand to keep me held down. I could feel the last inch of his dick pop into my mouth as my lips kissed
his crotch. My throat spasmed and tears began forming in my eyes. I struggled to get free from his grip,
trying to push myself out using his knees as leverage. He grinded his crotch into my face, digging the
head of his cock into the walls of my throat before closing his thighs around my face. I looked up at him,
using my eyes to plead with him for mercy.
“If you wanna breathe, you better break out.” D said darkly. I could feel his legs locking together
on my back. I tapped on his thighs, shuddered and vibrated on his cock. I felt his grip loosen and
immediately pulled my head back, breaking free of his hold and gasping for air. We made eye contact
again, like we did earlier in the day. D just leaned back and stared at me expectantly as I caught my
breath. His dick jumped. I moved back in between his thighs and resumed my role and D picked his
phone back up. I rolled my tongue over his balls, panting heavily until I could get my breath back.
“Just be sure to never stop until you’re satisfied. You own your brother’s body now. He doesn’t
get a say. Plus, you’re stronger so you can just force him. L-O-L.” I looked up at D and noticed him
reading off of his phone. “This man knows what he’s talking about.”
“Huh?” I managed to say in between sucking his balls.
“I’m chatting with some of the people on reddit. The guy that sent me that also told me to hold
you down and time how long you can hold your breath.”
“What?” I asked, pulling back.
“It sounds like a lot of fun to me.” D chimed. The part about holding my breath wasn’t what I
balked at; I’m a swimmer so I can hold my breath for quite a while, as long as my throat wasn’t being
fucked. The part that had me hesitating was D chatting with people who were giving him suggestions
on how to use me. “It’s like he said: I own your body now and you don’t get a say. Now open up that
mouth and take a deep breath, bitch.”
I gasped for air, prying myself free of D’s grip.
“Three minutes and forty-six seconds.” D grinned. “Wanna try to beat that one?”
“No more.” I croaked. We’d been at it for about ten minutes now and I’d been timed four times.
The first two times D kept digging his cock into my throat, causing me to back up out of reflex instead
of being out of air. I started adjusting on the third trial and managed to finish this fourth trial with a
respectable 3+ minute run.
“Okay, then that’s your record.” D grabbed my jaw and pried it open, shoving his cock back
down my throat. I gagged and sputtered. Just be sure to never stop until you’re satisfied. The words
rang through my head as my little brother used my throat. D pumped his hips into my head as I
desperately sucked him off, hoping to finish him quickly and end the session. He drove his hips into me
one last time, his face screwed into a silent, anguished cry. He held my head down, my lips resting
against his pubes as his cock throbbed and unloaded shot after shot of jizz down my throat. When he
relaxed his grip, I tilted my head, allowing his semi-soft cock to flop out of my mouth, swallowing the
remnants of his load, the salty, tangy aftertaste of his cum coating my mouth. I rested my head in his
groin as he pet my hair, eyes fixated on his saliva-drenched, glistening cock. I planted a light kiss on it,
feeling it jump a little.
“Thank you, sir.” I mumbled softly.
Epilogue: 8 P.M.
Dad wouldn’t come home for a couple of hours, but I’d been fucked silly and was ready for bed.
After spending some time in the bathroom cleaning my face and mouth, I went back into my room. D
had gone back to playing video games (Fortnite, this time) and was seated on my bed. He turned to me
as I came into the room.
“You good?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” I smiled and fell into my bed. I opened up my phone to view the throwaway
reddit account, reading the replies, messages and stories shared by all of the people who had
connected with our story. I ended up falling asleep reading those messages and thinking about them:
with the world being as crazy as it is these days, I felt like I’d found something that could help keep me
sane; the people sharing their experiences with our story or with their own stories helped me feel a
genuine sense of human connection again. To the people reading this it might sound like I’m just getting
stir-crazy. And I honestly probably am.
To D, if you managed to read this far: thank you for being the best little brother I could have. I
know we’ve argued and fought about stupid shit all the time, but I love you. I’m staring at the back of
your head right now while you’re playing games, but I’m about to go over there and give you the love
you deserve.
To all of our readers: thank you for connecting with us and sharing your thoughts, feelings and
experiences with us. It makes all the difference in these trying times. Quarantine life can be hard and
the world seems crazy to a lot of people right now, but it’s nice to know that basic human connection is
still a thing.
R, over and out.
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