Hugo nods. As his hand skates down my side to my hip, theunderside of his forearm brushes against the head of my happy cock. I try not to shudder.
“Yes. Relatively. I don’t see them much during the season since they all live in Maryland, but we talk somewhat regularly I guess. I get to video chat with my nieces and nephews often enough.”
“You told me about the two teenage pregnancies. Do your brother and sister have more kids?” The last two words come out in a whoosh as Hugo’s hand covers my dick. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to steady myself.
“Yes,” he says, amused. “My sister has three kids—the youngest is almost a year old. She’s on husband number two, but husband number one didn’t have any kids with her. Thankfully, that was a short marriage. He was a dick. So the one niece is from her high school hookup—a guy who is actually a really great dad. The other two kids are from her current husband.”
“You say that like she goes through them rapidly,” I muse.
“Nah. She had a legitimate reason for getting rid of the first. He was borderline abusive. I actually think he was abusive—not sure if to her or my niece, but I know he and my brother came to blows shortly before my sister and her husband separated. I was here, playing hockey, so I was not made aware of what exactly happened.”
I don’t get a chance to speak since his hand moves further down between my legs, cupping my balls. My leg shifts reflexively, giving him more room.
Hugo spends a lot of time touching me. Everywhere. Exploring my body and learning every single dip and scar and blemish. He’s usually pretty shy around my cock, but I think the conversation is helping.
Not that I’m easily following considering the stimulation to my already eager cock, but I’m trying. “What about your brother?”
He snorts. “He’s on wife number four and has six kids. I liked the second wife, who happens to be the first baby’s mama. But after that, I stopped trying to get to know them, since they don’t seem to be around for long. I’m pretty confident he and his current wife are already on the rocks. They’ve only been married a year or so.”
“It’s not a surprise you don’t hold much confidence in marriage.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Your two older siblings—who are at max five years older—have been through a lot. Six marriages between the two of them.” I shake my head. “That’s not portraying a very healthy or happy environment as far as marriage and love is concerned.”
He’s quiet as he thinks about it. “My parents have been married for forty years.”
“Yes, but your siblings are your peers, unlike your parents. You run parallel with them, whereas your parents are kind of removed from you three.”
“Huh,” he says. “Yeah, I think you’re right. I was still in high school when my brother got divorced for the first time. It was… not pretty. It got even uglier with some of the things she was saying about him and then when we wouldn’t support her, her ugliness turned to me, my sister, and the two kids. He got divorced a second time right when my sister started having issues with her first husband. I’ll never forget how I heard her crying over the phone. I remember… she tried to assure me she was just upset. But I know my sister. I know what she sounds like when she’s afraid.”
I hug him tightly from this awkward angle and kiss his head.
Hugo sighs. “You’re definitely right. But I’d like to counter that Egon is happily married. So is Atty.”
“I know. But they’re recent relationships in your life. Your siblings have been there since your birth. Watching them go through the trials and tribulations they have has had a much bigger, lasting effect on you.”
“Yeah, I guess so. I think I make a lot of excuses about why I don’t go home, but in reality, I don’t want to see them for only twenty-four hours. That’s not enough time. It’ll be too hard to leave them. I love my siblings and my parents and my nieces and nephews a lot. Leaving after just a day, especially at Christmas, is just too hard.”
I kiss his forehead again.
“Do you have siblings? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about your family.”
“I have an older brother. He’s three years older.”
“Are you close?”
I huff. “No. Not for any reason that I can really tell you, but… we’re just not, I guess. I think our parents tried to make us best friends when we were kids and it resulted in the opposite outcome.”
“How so?”
“They always dressed us alike and bought us the same things. The number of times I heard ‘share with your brother’ or ‘show your brother’ or something like ‘include your brother.’” I shake my head. “Honestly, I think we both resented each other by the time he was a teenager. He ended up rebelling hard core,especiallywhen our parents tried to push us together once he entered high school, so by the time I started high school, the rift between us was already vast and my parents had stopped trying.”
“I’m not sure whether I should be sympathetic. You sound indifferent.”
“I am, mostly. We talk on occasion. Each other’s birthdays. Maybe something random here and there. We see each other during holidays and… rarely talk. Sometimes, I think we can be in the same place and rarely even acknowledge each other.”
“That’s sad.”
