Just the Tip – Page 2 – Odessa Hywell After Dark

Chapter One | Kai

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip, Peeping Tom | 5 minutes of reading

It was an accident. Honest. I never intended to stumble across my twin brother’s deepest, darkest, dirtiest sexual fantasies. He shouldn’t have left his laptop open on the coffee table and logged into his porn account if he didn’t want me to learn the depths of his depravity. Now I can’t unsee it. Or forget what I saw. Who knew Arie was such a freak? Or that I would be so into it. He’s my brother and I know it’s wrong but— A bead of sweat rolls down my temple. I swallow as I ease my slick hand into my...

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Chapter Two | Arie

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip | 5 minutes of reading

How many hints can one man drop before admitting defeat? Failure sucks but the whole point is not having to ask for what I want. What I want is for my twin brother to hold me down and fuck me until my legs don’t work, even as I struggle for freedom and beg him to stop. Hurt me. Make me cry. Is that asking too much of Kai? Probably. He’s my brother, after all. I shouldn’t want him like I do. If anyone knew about all the things I fantasized about they’d think I was sick, twisted. Maybe I am....

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Chapter Three | Kai

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip | 6 minutes of reading

So what if I lied? Telling Arie that we’re cleaning the shed this weekend has the positive effect of sending him to bed early on a Friday instead of binge watching his current obsession until the early morning hours. It’s just before nine o’clock when he disappears into his room, pajamas slung low on his narrow hips, lean chest bare and damp after taking a shower. I count every tick of the clock—seconds that spiral into minutes—with my heart in my throat and my stomach in knots, until an hour, then two, has passed. My cock is rock hard and...

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Chapter Four | Arie

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip | 7 minutes of reading

My lungs seize. Kai fucks me hard, shoving his cock deep, slamming against my prostate as his nails bite into my jaw. His pupils are blown. Cheeks flushed. A bead of sweat rolls down his jaw as he buries his cock in my more than willing hole. I gasp for breath—the inhale short and sharp before the air is forced from my lungs by his next powerful thrust. My cock is hard, harder than it’s ever been, held prisoner by the cotton of my thong, dragging against the fabric with every slam of his hips. The friction is too much...

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Chapter One | Alden

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip, Peeping Tom | 7 minutes of reading

What’s better than a cold beer after a long day of manual labor? A hard dick. Or a tight hole. I’m not really picky in that department so long as everyone has a good time and gets off. The problem is finding a hard dick in the middle of December, more so with a solid foot of snow on the ground when you live in a small town with exactly one bar that isn’t even open on Tuesday after eleven. Anyone who might be interested in a no strings hookup is exhausted by actually having to be an adult on...

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Chapter Two | Harrison

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip | 7 minutes of reading

The house is empty—dark and silent by the time I get out of the shower—which is for the best. The last thing I want is my son questioning me. How would I even explain myself to Alden when I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing? Meeting people online is dangerous but . . . how else am I supposed to meet people when my whole life consists of work and home? As if my pathetic social life doesn’t make it hard enough to meet people, I live in the middle of nowhere. If Alden was meeting some guy he didn’t...

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Chapter Three | Alden

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip | 8 minutes of reading

Maybe being caught finger fucking myself while naked on a motel room bed is divine justice. A well stretched and perfectly lubed asshole for no reason. Because . . . holy shit, my dad is JustAHarmlessPotato. My low moan of distress is drowned out by the falling water as I scrub between my silicone slick cheeks. The username he chose fits. Sort of. Dad is anything but a potato. But harmless—yeah. What was he thinking? Agreeing to meet a stranger in a motel room for his first gay experience? If I wasn’t me this night could have gone a lot...

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Chapter Four | Harrison

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip | 11 minutes of reading

The first two drinks go down easy. Normally, I’d never be in a bar on a Tuesday night but today’s events call for weeknight drinking. Anything to get the memory of my son—Jesus fucking Christ. I tip my bottle back and swallow the contents. Maybe if I drink enough, I’ll forget. Alden seems to have the same idea. We’re talking in circles, about anything but the elephant in the room. Neither of us want to address it and, honestly, I’m still too sober to try. We have an open tab and are lucky enough that the waiter is working hard...

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Chapter Five | Alden

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip | 13 minutes of reading

A little embarrassment. A lot of alcohol. I’m drunk as shit as Dad and I stumble from the bar sometime around midnight. We sway together. His arm is around my shoulder, mine around his waist as we steady one another. If not for his counterweight, I’d probably be facedown in the snow. Him too. The alcohol we consumed was absolutely necessary to have the conversation we did. And I thought the first time I talked to my dad about sex was horrifying. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t nearly as traumatizing this time. Thank you, tequila. “Key is in my...

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Chapter One | Forest

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip, Peeping Tom | 9 minutes of reading

There are moments—hours, minutes, maybe even seconds—in time that define you, define your whole life. You can almost feel the earth shift beneath your feet as everything changes, shifts around you to accommodate your new reality. In short: sometimes life is a bitch. It’s so much more complicated than that, though. I drop my head against the headrest and squeeze my eyes shut. The AC is turned to max, blowing blissfully frigid air through the car’s overheated interior and pushing back the sweltering summer heat. It isn’t the temperature outside that has me hot—burning alive. Instead, it’s my memories, the...

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Chapter Two | River

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip | 11 minutes of reading

As Forest drives, I watch him. I’m happy—happier than I’ve been in years. “I thought maybe after what I did, you hated me.” I turn and look out the window, unable to look at him. He probably does hate me for what I did. I was young, dumb, and blindly in love with my big brother. Nothing has changed because I am still young, dumb, and blindly in love with Forest. But, three years ago, hormones got the best of me, and I destroyed us. Forest threads his fingers through mine. “Never, River.” I glance over. “I’m not mad anymore...

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Chapter Three | Forest

By Odessa Hywell | Halfway In, Just the Tip | 11 minutes of reading

The drive is long, but it passes. River and I decide on dinner at our favorite pizza place—the one I used to take him to when he was younger, after I got my drive’rs license. Nothing has really changed about the place but the prices. We order pizza—meat lovers because it’s his favorite— then play air hockey. He wins. He always wins. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t let him, after all? By the time we sit down, once our pizza is delivered, he’s high on his winnings, grinning a thousand watt smile, bouncing in his...

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