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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:23 pm
Each side was the mirror of the other, but after harassing some carpenters, Alanis was able to make some changes here and there to the thirdfloor, making both side different in style, while keeping the same amount of space. Each side has a garage on the first floor, a Bathroom, Kitchen/Dining Room room and living room on the second floor and three bedrooms on the third floor.
Alanis and Lucas each have a bedroom, not sleeping together until they are married, while the third one is being occupied by Frank. S. ... For now. He's totally being kicked out of there the moment the first baby comes rolling around~
As for Conor/Keith, they, oh so obviously, sleeps in the same bedroom (many, many times a day),decorated by Alanis. Quentin and John share one, having queen-size bunkbeds, as well as a 3rd single bed in it, for whoever might be sleeping over. The third bedroom is Conor's 'me' room, or, as Keith calls it when Conor isn't there to hear him, 'John Wayne s shrine'. Oh? Where does Eet sleep? In the broom closet? Oh, don't be silly. Eet sleeps under the table. Eet shoul be happy there isn't a doghouse outside.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 6:39 pm
 Oh, this was ******** perfect. Conor was lazily slouching on the couch, a remote in one hand as he flicked through television channels and not making one move to get ready – what the ******** was there to get ready for a dinner, anyway? ..Maybe put on pants.. and a shirt.. Yeah, clothes all around would probably be good. Oh, but it wasn't like he had anything to hide from Lucy! ******** saw – no, wait, blocking, blocking. Yes. Gone. Okay. ..Even if he did, not that he had, saw anything, it wasn't like Conor cared if the guy did. ..Alanis, on the other hand.. Yeah, maybe he should get some pants on. Conor drawled a groan and rolled off of the couch, leaving Keith alone to use Eet completely as his foot rest instead of sharing like they had before. John, who had been sitting on the couch's arm, let out a small squeal and waggled his arms around in an effort for balance as Conor left, having been leaning on him. Unfortunately, the boy ended up falling backwards onto the ground regardless, warranting a disapproving look from his father before Conor went off to get clothes. “Dude, when's the ******** dinner again?” He called back to Keith before he reached the top of the stairs, pausing briefly to listen in.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 7:34 pm
 
Oh! And as for Quentin, he wasn't watching the TV with his parents or his adopted siblings. No, the little five year old boy was having an early breakthrough in self-gratification pleasures, if you know what I mean. The sound of his father yelling from the top of the stairs, which was just next to his room, didn't persuaded him to stop. Not like he knew that was supposed to be a private activities... Dad and Daddy never really were privates about stuff like that....
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On the other side of the Duplex, Alanis had already finished setting up the the table, folding napkins like doves and washed the dishes used for cooking... twice. She was wearing a very... normal and not overly fancy Pink Dress for Diner and had been screaming telling Lucas for the last hour to put on "something more suitable before the guess arrived". She loved that boy with all her heart, but sometime, he could be so dim! Especially when it came to dressing up. No wonder she picked most of his clothes now that they were living together.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 10:22 pm
-Lucas Grey-
Unknowing as usual to the events that happened around Lucas, the boy had only to worry for his clothes. As usual thanks to his loving overbearing girlfriend. He had just finished putting on his coat when Alanis 'called' him out again. "All right. Is this all right? Because if it isn't... I don't have anything else..." said the blond with a nervous laugh. Who knew he could attack his wardrobe in an hour? Or rather Alanis attacked it... Sure she had been the one to choose most if not all of his items, but none of them fit for dinner. Go figure.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 2:40 am
~Conor Solo Time-Skip D<~
Meanwhile, downstairs, John had somehow managed to not get knocked out when he fell to the ground – which was a good thing, he bet! Even if he got a stare from his father which had his heart crumbling bit by bit with a frown. He didn't like making the man sad or mad or anything that wasn't happy, but, when he heard a door upstairs close, he knew he couldn't interrupt. Why? Well, he had mostly blocked out the oh so confusing memories, but something subconscious still rose up to tell him not to – it was weird and essentially meant he had no real clue why, but it was better than no reason. Anyway, the child had stood back up and looked to the couch that his daddy or.. was it Quentin's daddy? He wasn't sure anymore.. He climbed back up onto the couch's armrest and stared at him for a second before asking, “..Can I come?” Yes, the question every child must ask whenever someone was getting ready to go. Who could blame John for wanting to explore the mysterious house that mirrored theirs?
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 4:26 pm
Keith turned his head slowly toward the boy, with a raised eyebrow. Was the kid serious? He really wanted to come with them? Who did he thought he was? The Queen of England? Ah! Little b*****d. "Are you ******** stupid? No, you're staying here and you're cleaning the damn kitchen. Better be spotless by the time welcome back. Use Eet as you see fit. It's more useless than you, so surely you can use it without trouble. If you have questions you can ask Quentin. He knows better than you. Really, you should be more like him. Both of you." Was Keith a bit too rash with the kids? Well, of course he was, but it was their damn fault for not being his favourite child. Not that it was hard! You just had to be nice, useful, and not too stupid.
Keith got up from his spot, now exasperated by John and wanting to go away already. By doing so, he pushed the blonde kid back down the couch. One day he would learn... until then, both Keith and Conor would have fun pushing him down of it. Not like repeated falls on his head would damage anything, anyway. The man walked toward his and Conor's bedroom and ponder for a moment where his boyfriend was.... until he heard oh-so-familiar noises coming from Conor's Temple of John Wayne. One little quick that Keith chose to ignore in order to have a better relationship with Conor. He rolled his eyes at the thought of Conor beating it in front of an old Wayne's poster. He didn't mind that Conor was masturbating, or even that he was doing it thinking of someone else. No, he was simply amused that he thought the old actor was even fapping material. There were so many much better actors out there, so why him? Oh well, Keith would never undertand that. Shrugging, he decided to put a somewhat nice shirt on, more so because all his confortabl clothes were dirty and needed to be washed... which reminded him... JOHN! YOU'LL DO A LOAD OF LAUNDRY TOO!"
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Ah! There he was! How long could one take for getting dresed? She loved her boyfriend with all her psychotic heart, but sometimes, she had to wonder just how he was raised! If she ever met his mother, she would be certain to complain to her for failing to show her son the proper dinning maner! Some women, really! "Yes! Much better! Oh... you should put a tie, Lucas! What are you thinking? A Man should always wear a tie! It shoes other man that you are important!" Of course, she wouldn't let the boy do an important task such as putting his own tie. This was why she ran to his bedroom, grabbed a tie and ran back to the kitchen to place it on him. Of course, she sneaked a little kiss on him as she did that. "You know... if we were to get married... you'll need someone to put your own tie. Do you know anyone like that? Because... if you don't... you should meet someone who knows! Like, you know, very, very soon! It would please me..." Oh yes, this was yet another hint toward Lucas that the girl wanted to get married. How much longer would it take for the boy to catch the hint?
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 10:50 pm
-Lucas Grey & Eet Alvey-Leblanc-
"Honey isn't that just a bit..." He was about to say it was maybe just too much for a dinner, but she was already back with the tie and sneaking a kiss on him. How would he say no to that? To that angelic and totally not psychotic face he loved so much? Never! Hm? Married? That would be a nice thought... but it wasn't time for that. They were young! "Thank you honey." And Lucas was too daft to understand she wanted to get married. Keep trying Alanis, keep trying. Remember all the effort it took to get him to ask her to be his girlfriend. Just like that, it would happen. With time... and possibly hypnotism. "I think my father knows about that... or my mother... One of them should know."
Eet had been comfortably sleeping under it's table for a good... two minutes. Someone had locked it out again and it spent the night outside, uselessly tapping the door to be let in. It wasn't until Conor had went out to get something that they noticed Eet and simply tossed it back under the table. Which didn't last long either because now it was a footrest for Keith. Eet hadn't made a peep obviously, perhaps a small breath when Keith let it go. Only because it couldn't feel it's ribs when Keith stood up. Not to worry Eet was feeling them now. Good thing to, since it's need it for whatever more Keith asked for. At the moment Eet would simply wave it's arms to have the sleeves of it's clothes flap while looking at John. It was supposed to do whatever he said right? Not like that was new... but at least John was nice.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 6:29 pm
“Uhhh..” He said as he went to sit, watching Eet's arms idly, “..Uhh..” ..Where did Eet fit? He had to clean the kitchen, didn't he? He stood up and took a soft hold of one of Eet's arms, pointing to the kitchen with his free hand, “I've gotta see where you fit.” He explained before dragging Eet towards the kitchen and first towards the oven. That was a good place to try, right? Ah, such a good boy John was! He didn't know why daddy wanted to know where Eet fit, but he'd have a long list of places by the time he was through!
Meanwhile, upstairs, Conor had finished his business with a satisfied sigh, which was followed by a totally not disturbing talk to one of the posters of John Wayne about how he hated to leave the room, but he had to and, one day, he would find a way to stay forever with the man. Was it healthy that he had such an obsession? ..Probably not, but, well, ever since Keith had given the okay for him to be open about his idol, a whole world of crazy was given allowance! At least he had the decency to keep it in one room. But, hey, it wasn't like he honestly believed what he said! It was just.. something he said because it was nice to pretend for a few moments that he could honestly bring the man to life and forever live with John Wayne on a cattle ranch~ ..Before reality came back in. He left his little haven to the hallway after grabbing a pair of pants and shirt to slap on real quick. He scanned the – aha.
A grin crossed his features as Keith was seen heading into their room. After closing the door behind him, he stopped the man with a hand to Keith's arm and leaned up some to mash their mouths together. ..Yeah, reality wasn't so bad~ Usual greeting done, he pulled back and went to the bathroom to do bathroom things – such as.. oh, really, did anyone need to be detailed on it? In any case, the man was back downstairs and waiting at the door in boredom for Keith to come, both impatient and reluctant in stance.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 9:10 pm
Like what? Well, like what Conor was doing right now. Grabbing him randomly like that for no reason (he knew what he had been doing in his little room and therefore, knew that Conor wasn’t horny at all), kissing him, and making him feel good. Yes, reality wasn’t bad, nope, not bad at all. Those were things that Conor wouldn’t have done before. Not without a reason, at least. What had changed? Keith didn’t really know. Well, he knew that the whole Blair incident wasn’t for nothing, but they could have still just went to be what they had been before, but no, they hadn’t. They had been something… more. Whatever that was. They probably just knew now that they belonged together, that no one could ever be inbetween them, and dammit, Keith was happy about that. So, once again, screw the fantasy. Reality was pretty damn good.
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Oh, but if someone should know that Alanis never gav up once she had an idea in mind, it was Lucas! She had spent over a year trying to get him to love admit his love to her! She could easily go another 3 years before she shoved Frank S. over a pot of boiling water demanding that Lucas married her. One they would be married… One Day. Just you wait, Lucas. ”Good! It’s always good to know someone who can make a tie noose!” She said with her usual cheery voice. Because, dammit, Mary Sues were never angry and always cheery. Except, of course, when their plan to assassinate a certain idiotic crippled girl failed, but that was long in the past and forgotten. Not like stupid Mandy (and Gino) were still alive. She had made sure of it. “Talking about your parents, Sugarbear, when am I going to meet them? We’ve been dating for over two years! Don’t you think it’s about time? You’re not ashamed of me, are you?” She knew that his parents would love her! Everyone loved her! And them that didn’t… well, they either kept it to themselves or died a sudden and mysterious death. Not that anyone would ever question them. They knew better….
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After five minutes, Keith was finally done getting dressed; nothing too fancy, really: A pair of Jeans, a V-neck red shirt and that was it. Not underwear, because that wasn’t comfortable at all, nor socks, because he hated them just as much as underwear. As for shoes… well, he wasn’t wearing any either. Shoes were even more annoying than socks! He preferred to be barefoot when he could, and since they were just going next door… which was technically still inside the same house, he hadn’t see fit to put any either. Seriously, he was just putting pants because his sister seeing him naked was creepy, and a shirt because he didn’t want to see Lucas fawning over his perfect physics all diners long. He walked back downstairs, completely ignored the kids, gave a tap on Conor’s shoulder and they both left their half of the building to head over the other side. Arriving them, they knocked. They would have entered without knocking, but the damn door was locked. Who locked their door in that town? Well, probably some old habit of Alanis from New-York…
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:46 am
-Lucas Grey & Eet Alvey-Leblanc-
He'd innocently wait... Innocently... The relationship was devised by her, the marriage was on the same track, hell his virginity would also be taken that way! "Oh of course not honey!" Whatever gave her that impression! It wasn't that at all! Though Blaire was pretty damn sure that was it, the boy would never! "I told you. They haven't come home in over a year. My father's been visiting his family and my mother is ecstatic over her latest assignment." Busy, busy, as always. At least his dad took a break to visit some family, but his mom still snooping over a politician's life to totally crucify him. Go figure. "Let me see if I can get them to come for Fall. We'll have a big dinner and all" offered the blond with a smile. He knew they would love her!
"Eep?" Where Eet fit? Where did it fit? The child was dragged around by the other to the kitchen, idly wondering what they'd do. Staring at the oven, it tilted it's head to the side and flapped it's arms a bit. Now what? In? That's what John was pointing to anyways... Eet knew better than questioning it's step-brother so... The kid proceeded to try to reach and open the oven... problem was Eet was small and very skinny... so opening the oven was a big challenge for it. Besides! It was heavy!
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 1:24 pm
He gave a small tug, but nothing really happened. Hey, Eet may have been short and skinny, but John was pretty chubby and, well, weak – both didn't seem to be capable of pulling the door open. But that didn't stop the boy! He continued to tug and pull at it until he leaned back just a little too far and, for the third time that day, fell backwards onto the floor with a sharp yelp. His head hit the island behind them and he rolled off from under the now-open oven door to the side, cradling his throbbing head with tears in his eyes and whimpers from his throat. It hurt! So much different than hitting his head on the carpeted floor of the living room!
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Conor had nodded to Keith when the guy came down to join him at the door, straightening up because, damn it, he was already shorter than the guy as it was – he didn't need to be slouching to make that even more obvious than it already was. While Keith had went without shoes, Conor had his snug on his feet – call it what one will, but it really was out of the small fear he'd end up stepping on something sharp. Yeah, he didn't like pain like any other and that broken glass from years ago was still somewhere in the back of his subconscious. He hardly took his shoes off until he was sitting in bed since.
But, even if he had the decency for shoes, he wasn't really too well dressed otherwise – Keith still looked better than he did. In fact, for the same reason as Keith, Conor had only put on a shirt and pants because he didn't want Lucas drooling over him! He didn't know much about Alanis, but he knew that Lucas probably had the time of his life back in Leila's apartment and probably remembered it as his favorite fantasy during 'private time' ever since! He would punch Lucas for thinking about him like that, but, well, Conor could hardly blame someone as pathetic as that for taking what they got. ..Probably the same reason he was with Alanis and not Blaire right now. Conor stood by the door with Keith, staring at it idly in wait for someone to answer it while he let the other handle knocking. Nah, he was too lazy for that and, hey, it was Keith's sister!
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 4:27 pm
It was as she but a fresh loaf of baked bread on the table that she heard the knock on the table. Finally! Her brother was there! Good thing that she knew how he thought and had told him that the dinner would have been served 1hour ago. He was always late, that silly boy! She walked to the door and opened it, large smile on her face like always, because a lady was ought to always be happy and lovely! "Keith! And.. uh, Keith's boyfriend! Conor, right? Nice to finally meet you! Come it! Dinner is ready!" She said as she moved out of the always to let them them in. It was strange that after almost half a year of being neighbours, she had never really seen Conor other than through a window or something liek that. Boy wasn't very social! Neither was Keith now that she htought about it... Oh well. "You two look... uh.. well?" They... Probably didn't have a girl to tell them how to properly dress, that must have been why they were in those above average clothes. Poor them, prisoner from a life of faggotery! Not that it was their fault. "Don't they look well, Lucas?"
Keith gave Conor a look somewhere midway between "Don't mind her" and "I'm sorry." But hey, they would have free food, not see the kid of an hour or two, and, as much as he hated to admit it, Alanis was a better ******** cook than him, even if she had never taken any class. Damn Miss Perfect. "Yeah.. uh.. You seem well too." He replied to her in an expression that betrayed his boredom. He walked inside their part of the house and soon spot Lucas. Now that he thought of it, he wasn't all that bad looking. Perhaps Conor would be willing to ******** Alanis while he ******** Lucas? Wouln't that just be awesome. He smirked at that thought, while not removing his eyes from the blonde boy.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 7:50 pm
-Lucas Grey & Eet Alvey-Leblanc-
Lucas laughed a bit at that. Yes he should visit. But Lucas was old and he could take care of himself, and he wasn't likely to leave the island... and a bunch of stuff the man said before leaving. He watched Alanis set up the table, keeping a smile at all the did. Really, who could say she was crazy? Blaire was out of her lid. Right as he was shaking his head at the thought, it looked like their guests were here. Following his girlfriend, he was unaware of just who they were expecting. All he had heard was of Keith? Still it'd be-Uh oh. Lucas kept a small smile as he looked at the two. Great... he was having dinner and living next to the two who literally screwed his best friend. And one who made his childhood hell. Who'd have thought he'd end up gay? "They... look well..." he said through gritted teeth. A hand went around his girlfriend's waist. Hopefully Alanis would think of that 'Oh crap' look as endearing, possibly cute... He sure didn't.
Eet blinked. Practically hanging from it's spot as it tried to open the oven door, only to not really cause an effect, to then have John fail as well and be on the floor about to cry. Oh! He hit himself? How? Well... Ah! And he opened the door!! But he was about to cry! Eet looked to it's side, expecting someone to yell at it some orders... but Quentin wasn't around... So the child bent down next to John and patted the boy's arm lightly with it's sleeves covering it's touch. "Meep" said the child before standing up straight and turning to the oven. Oh Eet definitely fit in there! With a little oomph, the child had climbed onto the door and inside the oven. "Eh..." Hm, maybe John didn't hear it... "Meh." ...Nothing... "...John!" Well Eet knew some words... the child could be horribly behind in speech patterns, but it knew the necessary names. Forgetting about that, Eet as curled up into the oven, waiting for John to approve... or do something.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 10:03 pm
He swallowed up his whining and stood back up, 'cause that's what a cowboy did when he was needed! He went over to the refrigerator and started to stare at himself in the blurry reflection there, trying his best to see if his face was red or not.. When Eet brought him back to their current job with a start. It could use.. his name? He walked over to the oven and peered inside at it. ..He.. had a talking cow!! It was so cool!! So much so that he didn't even notice the small lump on his forehead and smiled really big again~ He nodded at it, “'Kay, we gotta check if you fit in fully.” He said with a serious look on his face as, with one hard push, he slammed the oven shut on Eet~
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..Boyfriend.. Yeah, that felt more than just a little weird to hear. He even tensed some when the girl greeted him like that, but Conor didn't say anything. He knew Keith probably was having the same small issue adjusting to their new titles, even if it had been almost two years of it, but.. He wasn't sure how the guy would react if he started to get obviously antsy at it. It was the truth and.. probably had been for a long ******** time, so he would just have to let his head ease into it. He nodded slowly at Alanis, sending a quick look at Keith to see the small apology in the other's eyes. He took a small breath and breathed it out before he walked in after her – yeah, he could deal with it. They would be their neighbors for, what, ever, since Keith and Conor both were probably agreed on wanting to stick to one decent place for once. Their lives were pretty set down here now, anyway, what with Keith being a chef like he wanted, Conor owning the inn, and their jobs being literally right next to each other.. Yeah, he would just have to deal with Alanis.
..And Lucas. His eyes instantly locked onto the other's and narrowed warningly – not a ******** word had better been said to the guy's little girlfriend or ever. They had made that agreement and Conor would be damned if weak little Lucy had decided to spill it to try to indirectly attack Conor while he was gone. That hard glare at the other should have been enough to convey it, so Conor eased up and simply looked off at the house – identical. Creepy as ********, wasn't it? “Uh huh.” He muttered in agreement to.. whatever they were saying. He really didn't care. “..Are we gonna eat or what?” Yep, that's what Conor cared about! Not the small talk bull s**t Lucy and Alanis were trying to start up.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 3:53 pm
Unlike what Conor was thinking, Keith didn't really have a problem with the boyfriend mention. Sure, he still had a little butterfly-like feeling inside him, but it wasn't like he was denying it. In fact, he had accepted the label the moment Conor had proposed they left the island together two years ago. Sure, they probably were 'boyfriend' way before that, but give the boy some credit, this was a huge step for both of them. He forced a smile on his lips as he walked more toward the kitche.... that looked a damn lot like their own, but mirrored. It was a weird feeling and he wasn't quite sure if he liked that... Actually, no. He didn't like that at all. It felt like a lie. A big blatant ugly lie. Like Blair. Yes, it was pretty damn close to the feelings he had for that whore. "Oh! Of course! Food!" His sister's voice brought Keith back to reality. That's right, Blair wasn't there. It was only his sister and her boyfriend...that SHOULD be with Blair to keep the whore busy and away from Conor. Oh well, last thing he had heard of her, she was in a mental institute off the island for being a psycho b***h and that was fine with him.
Alanis led the three males to the kitchen, where they would take turn ripping her clothes off and taking her on the table like a virgin had never taken her before! Oh wait, right... That was the movie she watched last night, not her life. Oh, silly Alanis. All those time spent at the library and taking care of Lucas and lowered her time for her erotica and now she was having daydreams about that. Silly her. She should watch some porn with Lucas later toight. They hadn't watched a movie in so long! And when they did, she usually let Lucas chose and he never chose a good porno. "You know, Conor. I feel like I've meet you somewhere before! Well, I guess that since you were living on the island when I moved in, that might just be why. Did you change a lot in the last two year? Or, you know... It might just because you look my Pooh bear, here." She said, giggling as she patted Lucas on the head. They were both tall physically attractive blonde boys! They could be twins! Oh, she never had twins in her fantasies before. This could be something new!
"You heard that, Conor? You look just like Pooh Bear." Keith said in a snicker. He wasn't quite sure himself if by that he was making more fun of Conor or Lucas, but either way, he found it pretty funny. If Conor was pissed, well, he'd just bottom for him later tonight. Gay sex was the solution to everything. He sat down on the table and looked at the amazing fest that was on it. Yep, that was his sister alright. Alanis always went three times higher than what was needed. You'd ask her to pass you a pencil and she would give you your homework already done. She was just that perfect. "I hope you like roasts! I didn't know if you liked it rare or well, so I cooked it medium. Take as much as you want, I made sure to make enough. Grown man like you three needs to eat a lot!"
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On the other side of the mirror, Quentin was done discovering himself and had left his bedroom to go downstairs and find himself a snack. He wouldn't tell them, but he knew exactly where daddy and dad where hidding their chocolate stash! it was in the tall cupboard over the fridge! Right next to the little portions of flour. He didn't understand why his fathers would keep about a third of a cup of flours in a ziplock bag there, but he didn't care. The chocolate was there.
As he arrived downstair, he hear a loud 'Bang!' and frowned. That kind of noise usually meant two things. Either his fathers were cuddling, or John was hurting himself. Since he knew his parents were next door, John being stupid was probably what was happening. "John... You okay?" asked the boy before even seeing his brother... or knowing where he was.
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