Family Jewels

There is more to this dysfunctional family than meets the eye. Boy meets boy; girl meets girl in transition, and Dad has been up to no good. Why did Mom abandon them all those years ago? Where did the cat go, and why does Dad have handcuffs hidden in his room? Fear is a constant companion in the lives of these youngsters, and it’s bound to reach a breaking point. Maybe a party would help. Sure -- it’s Father’s Day. Let’s invite another dysfunctional family of big egos to celebrate with Dad and plan a family cleansing accident. Can love and happiness grow out of such a scenario, even when the kids are the object of intended murder? Sit around a table groaning with the weight of good food and watch this mystery play out.

Emery C. Walters · LGBT+

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19 Chs

Chapter 11

“There, see? You like me too! I knew it. Well, that was fun,” Gene, said, levering herself up by pushing a hand down onto my crotch, where it encountered firm, if confused, resistance. She stood up, tugging me up after her. “And hey, your brother likes me too! Too bad for him though. Let’s move this couch out away from the wall,” she said, all business now. “I want to see if that crack extends into the crawl space.”

Chris grabbed one end of the couch, muttering gaily, her face blushing beet red, “She said ‘crack’.”

I grimaced. Ugh. Girls. They changed so quickly. I could never keep up. No wonder I liked boys. Boys have nice, ugly, lumps of flesh. Lumps that can do tricks. So there.

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