What the fuck is Jules doing here? I wondered, Connor's thrusts maintaining their force and tempo. He showed no signs of letting up, so I shook my head and tried to pull myself together enough to say something--anything.

"What the...fuck...do you...think...I-I'm doing?!" I shouted, my words punctuated by Connor's relentless pounding. "Nobody...invited you...here...so you're...just...going to...have to...wait! Ngh!" My shouts turned into moans, and my sister's incessant banging finally stopped.

Connor ran a finger down my spine as he leaned forward, breathing gruffly in my ear, "Everyone can hear you taking my cock right now, Bo. Should we let them hear what you sound like when you come?" The smirk in his voice was obvious, and I could tell that he was amused by the awkward situation.

"Ah! I-I want to come! Please," I begged as tears began to roll down my cheeks. I wasn't in any pain, but the constant stimulation was becoming more than I could bear.

"Fuck! Come for me, baby," Connor grunted, almost incoherently. He gripped my member firmly and began to pump in time with his thrusts when I felt a familiar burning in my stomach, my orgasm imminent. My rim clenched tightly around Connor and a wave of relief washed over me. His lips moved down my neck as his movements finally slowed, and I felt the warmth of his release deep inside of me. Connor's cock twitched, causing my body to spasm due to the increased sensitivity as he finally pulled out.

I returned to my senses and took a moment to observe the state of my room. Piles of carelessly strewn clothes littered the floor, the countless layers of bedding in complete disarray. When the post-coital clarity finally began to set in, it occurred to me that at no point since we started fucking the night before had I showered or attempted to clean myself out. Feeling gross but satisfied, I smiled at Connor affectionately and confessed, "I really like doing that with you."

He laughed, giving my ass a little slap, and responded, "I really, really like doing that with you, too."

I suddenly remembered my sister, who I knew was definitely still waiting for me to come out of my room, and grabbed a shirt off the floor to throw on quickly. To my pleasant surprise, the soft v-neck, which fell to the middle of my thighs, turned out to be Connor's undershirt. I smirked at myself as I glanced in the mirror, enjoying the reflection of my body being swallowed by my man's clothes. It was certainly a novel feeling, but I was absolutely relishing it.

I pulled a pair of sleep shorts out of the nightstand for myself before offering my naked boyfriend a pair of Reid's oversized boxers, which had gotten mixed in with my laundry. After pulling them on, Connor wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a slow, intimate kiss. I stepped away, gasping for breath, and explained, "So, in case you haven't figured it out yet, that was my sister knocking earlier. I guess I should go see what she wants."

"I'm going with you," Connor demanded, furrowing his brows. "I don't want you to be alone if she flips out like your parents." Appreciating my partner's desire to protect me, I nodded and went to open the door.

Fortunately, the bathroom was right outside my bedroom, so I stopped in quickly to tidy myself up. When I finished, I walked out and looked at Connor, a grin tugging at his lips, as he silently mouthed, "I'm here." Feeling reassured, I walked into the living room, Connor trailing close behind me, and was shocked to see Clif sitting snugly between my twin siblings on the sofa. Oh shit.

Upon hearing our footsteps, they abruptly stopped whisper-shouting at each other and looked at us with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Offering a shy wave, I mumbled, "Um...hi, guys." Reid was the first to collect himself, jumping out of his seat excitedly to hug me with a huge smile on his face before I backed away, putting my hands up between us. "I don't think you want to touch me right now, Reid."

His enthusiastic smile turned into a deep frown, and I couldn't help but chuckle nervously. He crossed his arms and looked Connor up and down before shifting his eyes back to me, then back and forth between the two of us. His gaze settled behind me and he finally broke the awkward silence by asking, "Bo, who is this guy?"

"Reid, this is Connor. He's my boyfriend," I quietly explained. I was relieved that everything was finally out in the open, but I was anxious to know how my siblings would respond. They had both treated me like I was their own child for so long, eager to protect and defend me, so while I didn't think they would react like my parents, rejecting my partner wasn't out of the question.

Reid stood there quietly, a frown still etched on his face, clearly deep in thought. I glanced at Julia, but she was seemingly paralyzed, mouth still gaping, as she watched for Reid's reaction.

My brother was tall, around the same height as Connor, and if you didn't know his gentle personality like we did, it was easy to be intimidated by him. All three of us had coarse chestnut curls, but Reid's hair was definitely the longest. It reached the middle of his back, and like Clif, he kept it tied up most of the time. On this particular day, his locks were loose, tossed over to the side, falling across one of his shoulders. In his confused state, he huffed and tossed his hair to the other side, as though that would help him better understand the situation somehow.

After another long silence, Reid finally spoke, "Your boyfriend?! When did this happen? Nobody said anything to me about you having a boyfriend! Hold on, are those my boxers?!"

"How the fuck would I tell you anything when you don't answer the phone?" I quipped through clenched teeth, suddenly feeling irritated at my brother's indignance. I decided to ignore the irrelevant boxers question as I continued, "Why are you guys here, anyway? Did Mom and Dad send you here? Well, you can tell them that they've said enough. I'm fucking done with those bigots."

"Wait! Hold on," Julia interjected, rising from the couch. "What are you talking about, Bo? Clif called me yesterday and told me that I might want to check on you. Reid happened to pop up at my place last night, needing a place to crash, and I insisted on coming to see you this morning. Neither of us have talked to Mom and Dad lately, so we are totally in the dark right now. Did you move out?"

"They kicked me out for being gay," I said flatly, too tired to go into the details. My shoulders fell when I started to remember all of the horrible things my parents had said to me, but before I could spiral too far, I felt Connor's arms wrap around me from behind. He leaned down, pressing his face in my hair to kiss me on the top of my head, immediately lifting my spirits.

"They kicked you out?!" Reid shouted, the vein on his forehead popping out like it always did when he was legitimately angry about something.

Before I could respond, Clif jumped in to save me and started going into the details I left out. It wasn't pleasant to hear the tale retold out loud, but I was grateful to him for telling them everything since I didn't want to do it myself. Reid sat back down, listening intently, and Connor took a seat in the oversized chair next to the sofa. With no other seating in our small living room, I resigned to sitting in my boyfriend's lap, though I really didn't mind, and snuggled into his bare chest.

Julia's face fell as Clif spoke, her fatigued expression looking even more tired than before. The pale blue scrubs draping her body were loose-fitting on her slender frame, and her face appeared more gaunt than I remembered. My sister looked at me with sad eyes as she twirled a strand of hair around her fingers, a habit she had no doubt picked up from my mother.

When Clif finished catching them up on everything, my siblings turned simultaneously to look at me. Reid took a deep breath and calmly said, "Bo, I think I can speak for Jules and I both when I say that your sexuality doesn't change how we feel about you. We love you no matter what, so you never have to worry about that." Julia nodded in agreement, but before she could speak her piece, Reid continued, "That's not to say that I approve of this mysterious fucking Chad you're dating. I'm not just going to let any meathead stick his di--"

"Reid!" I yelled, interrupting my brother's vulgar stream of consciousness. "Listen, Connor is a genuinely good person, and I'd appreciate it if you'd wait to judge until after you get to know him. Please? For me?"

"Ugh, fine," he mumbled, rolling his eyes before shifting his gaze to my boyfriend. "If you hurt my brother, I will fuck you up, dude. That's all I'm saying."

"I assure you, I won't," Connor responded, a small grin curving up his lips. His calm, unwavering demeanor was comforting to me, keeping me stable through the chaos that always seemed to follow us.