One Year Later We’ve come full circle—my brothers and me. Mom and Dad back out of the driveaway and wave goodbye before I shut the door, lock it and turn around. Nash and Waylon are right there and if the hungry expressions they’re openly wearing, and the badly hidden erections they’re sporting are any indication, they plan to make the most of the next fourteen days. I’m not sure I can emotionally or physically withstand whatever they have planned. When I’m the sole focus of one of them, that particular brother uses me until I’m past the point of exhaustion,…