Chapter 2

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It was now the day after Oliver's arrival to our humble home. I had just done my morning masturbation session and really wanted to wash my hands but Oliver was occupying our shared bathroom, he had been there for a while grunting. I played the flute for a few minutes until the bathroom was empty. Oliver had made a mess in the sink and I had to clean it because I'm the best host, I found this messy man a bit annoying. I then walked down the stairs to join everyone for breakfast. 

"Good morning Elio, how did you sleep?", asked mommy in a very high pitch voice as I got near the table with my plate of toasts and a glass of milk.

"Not bad, although the temperature in my room was quite high last night", I answered as I gave her a little kiss on the temple and sat down between her and Oliver, daddy was sitting in front of me.

"We didn't see you for the whole day yesterday, son. Will you join us today on the swimming pool? You can't spend all summer inside your room like last year", my father said with a smirk. "I get you like privacy and all but a little sun won't do you wrong".

"Sure, why not. Can you pass the the butter and the jam please?", all the jam containers were next to Oliver, he had probably been trying all of them that greedy bitch, they're hand-made.

"Maybe later", that mysterious word again, "Just kidding, of course I will, Elio. Which one do you want?".

"Oh, Elio's favourite jam is peach jam", mommy said smiling at me while she caressed the back of my hand. Oliver handed it over to me.

"Thanks", I muttered under my breath. Peach jam IS my favourite jam, actually, anything that has peach in it is my favourite thing.

Once again, my parents and Oliver fell into one of their intellectual conversations, so I just sat there in silence eating my toasts and drinking my milk. It was quite boring. If this is what our swimming pool adventures were going to be like I should have declined the offer to go. Everything was going fine, then I poured milk over myself.

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