#Chapter39
We're not humans, we're hybrids.
The words kept ringing in my ears and I'm sure I look like a confused cat. For real. First, what is a hybrid? What do they mean by they're not humans? Or am I dumb enough to be dreaming all this while?
OMG that means I never got a job or left South. I didn't have two sex gods falling for me or ravishing me any chance they get. But it felt so real, them touching me, kissing me, giving me my first orgasms. And here I am thinking I'll finally pop my cherry this night and it was all a dream. Gosh I sound like T.pain. So much for seduction. You can as well call me Joseph the fucking Dreamer.
I squint my eyes looking at my twins and they seem human to me with their beautiful gray blue eyes in their tailored suit, plump pink lips, long lashes to die for, neatly shaved defined cheek bones. Gosh I just want to rip out their clothes and lick them, kiss them, fuck them...
Girl get your head outta the gutters.
