"Man, my sisters are pissed."
It was Sunday morning and the sun was shining bright in a yellow glow, making the grass and plants in the surroundings very vibrant.
Glancing at his phone, Theo grimaced upon seeing the text messages from his three little sisters, walking towards the green truck as Miles placed a comforting hand on his shoulder while Oliver and Simon laughed.
Yes, they were preparing to leave; the sleepover had come to an end.
Holding a sealed disposable bag in which he kept his blood-stained shirt and jacket, Miles gave the house a quick glance, feeling a bit reluctant as he recalled the events of these past twenty-four hours here.
For Theo, Oliver, and Simon, Miles thought it would have been a great brotherly time at best, but when accounting for his ordeal, he had an epic, almost legendary time fucking his best friend's older sister. Especially last night, the last few fast-paced strokes he delivered became a core memory after Delaney passed out from pleasure.
