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Hyde and I are good.
Noah and I are good.
Millie and I are good.
Now we need to work on the siblings... and something tells me it won’t take two hours or two days. Probably not two weeks, either. They have years of damage, broken trust, and broken expectations to repair. It’ll take time.
Thankfully, we have nothing but.
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Creed
There’s no yelling or door-slamming, no sulking or crying, but the last two weeks have been a nightmare nonetheless, and it’smynightmare as much as Millie and Hyde’s.
They clash almost daily, testing the edges of their fragile truce. They challenge each other, challenge me, our relationships, and my position between them. They’re constantly making sure I have room for them both, and some days I feel like the rope in their private tug-of-war.
Hyde has sent more messages this fortnight than over the whole of last year. He wants me with him every evening, drinking piss-beer, heading into town for more piss-beer, playing video games in Dash’s room or chess in Noah’s.
He’s testing whether I’ll show up.
Millie, on the other hand, plays dirty. She’s constantly getting naked, derailing my every thought and carefullyconstructed plan.
I told her I’d learn her at every size as she got more comfortable with herself, and I meant it. I just didn’t realize how fast she’d grow once she felt secure.
Not long ago, she barely spoke, hid in those oversized jumpers, and blushed whenever I stared too long.
Now?
Now she’s bold, loud, and sneaky as hell, flashing me her gorgeous boobs moments before I’m supposed to see Hyde.
The first time she did that, I nearly choked on my own tongue, and she shot me an innocent look as she headed into the bathroom for a shower.
Three separate nights I sat on Hyde’s couch, beer in hand, jaw tight, cock harder than steel, while I tried to focus on whatever we were talking about.
He noticed.
He didn’t say anything, but he fuckingnoticed, and even though he’s perfectly aware that his sister and I aren’t just holding hands and I’m perfectly aware their kinship’s hardly standard, I was sweating the entire evening.
Millie couldn’t walk straight for two days when I came back, bent her over the armchair, and fucked her raw. She learned quickly that provoking me doesn’t go unnoticed.
So she’s doing it more.
Still, beneath the teasing and constant derailment of my self-control, something steadier’s happening.
Millie and Hyde are... figuring it out.
It’s messy, but they’re making room.
Hyde still gets quiet sometimes when I kiss Millie, and she still bristles when he decides it’s guys’ night, but it’s getting easier every day, and they’re learning how not to overstep.
They even decided to have one-on-one lunches every week so they can unpack their past. Their relationship’s fragile, still under construction, but as the days go by, the foundations are getting reinforced.
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After another two weeks, they’re getting better at sharing, and a month in, I’m no longer caught between a rock and a hard place. Hyde’s still blowing up my phone, Millie’s still derailing me with her indecent exposures, but it doesn’t feel like competition anymore.
It’s a rhythm and, secretly, I can’t get enough of it because it means they’re trying to see past their differences so they can both have me in their lives.
