Tears in The Rain (Pt. X)

As Stanley engulfed Walter between the very lips that kiss my cheeks every New Year’s Eve, a wave of disgust begun to churn in my stomach as he was merciless with him. Walter threw his head back from disorientation; his knees buckled as Stanley took him deep, only to come up for air, working magic with his hands and tongue. I wanted to turn away, but I was unable to. I watched as Walter pulled Stanley to his feet, meeting my brother’s lips with his own. Walter kissed him with such passion, like how he used to kiss me, and it was revolting. I couldn’t pull away from this shit; I needed to watch. A part of me was in so much mental rejection that it felt like a fucking joke, a nightmare that I was going to awaken from.

What came next? Well, what came next was the sight of seeing my future husband ramming the hell out of my step-brother’s ass. With so much lust until he pulled back and unleashed an explosive orgasm up Stanley’s backside. When the pleasure subsided, Walter flipped Stanley over, and they engaged in a deep passionate kiss. Before I knew it, my face drenched with tears of anger and pain, my fist came crashing through the window; lightning flashed in accord to my fury.

“MAYA!” I heard him scream my name as the rumbling bellow of thunder followed me to my car. Rain streamed down my face trying to shroud my tears. The front door of the house flung open with Walter rushing after me, trying to fix his pants and undone shirt, evidence he just threw on what he could to give chase behind me.

“MAYA!” he yelled out again. “BABY WAIT!”

Just as Walter caught up with me, I hopped in the car starting the engine. He banged on the window begging me to talk. For reasons unknown to me I, rolled down the window, both our faces drenched from the rain.

“Baby… it’s-”


“Maya calm down and cut the engine so we can talk.”

“He can have your sorry low-down ass.”

“Don’t forget it’s my baby you’re fucking carrying!” pissed further by him bring up this child as if it gave him some fucking authority to do as he pleased over me, fist tighten I punched Walter, leaving the stain of my blood across his face. I screeched off I slammed my hands on the steering wheel hysterically trying to rid my brain of the foul act that was performed before me. What man steps out on his pregnant fiancée better yet steps out on his woman period with her fucking brother.

As I got back on the highway, I called Madison. Walter, and Stanley both blowing up my phone with calls and text messages. Before she could get a word out, I just told her that I was on my way. Madison could tell from the tears in my voice that something was wrong.


“I gotcha gurl, see ya when you get here.”

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Amir Holloway aka DatGuy

I am a poet, writer, and self-published author of the new Anthology of poems and erotic shorts stories Sex with Luna. A big nerd, but hopeless romantic, I have spent most of my time reading while writing poetry and sensual shorts of my daily adventure in life! Currently, I am working on my first novel Rose Red, Snow White, that's heavily influenced by Zane and Stephen King (My two Favorite authors of all time).

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