That isn’t happening if I’m still in a wheelchair.”Both girls shuffled along beside me as they used my arms for support when needed.About the on...y difference between the two girls and zombies are that they move faster and aren’t dragging a foot along. As hungry as they are, I wouldn’t rule our eating brains over the food delivered to their rooms.It took us half of an hour to get to the cafeteria. While not all that far away, one of the girls needed to sit down to rest for a few minutes. Of the. Fuck.*Fuck. Shit. Bollocks.I considered going after my sister. But what would I say? Sorry for jerking off into your pants?Sorry for being a perverted little shit?Oh god.I spent a few agonising hours in my bedroom. I felt safe and maybe I could stay in there forever. Or maybe I should plan on where to go when Dad kicks me out later. I got like £50 in savings.Fuck.My anxiety shot through the roof when I saw my parent’s car pull onto the drive.Mum was going to make dinner and it wouldn’t be long. I wasn’t wild for young girls; I needed a partner, not a kid. She had a great tiny teenaged ass and big firm teenaged tits, but her face was sort of hard, all angles and disappointment, with a small mouth that rarely smiled. Her eyes were blue, but oddly dull. Her accent was simultaneously annoying and sexy, associated in my mind with racism. I knew that wasn’t fair, but we all have our preconceptions.I took her hand and held it when she told me something emotional; and looked into her blue. ( I felt sorry for her) for the past five years I am suffering from pain of love, daily I am begging to god that your uncle should love me like I love him from early 90’s at least I should get some love from your uncle so that I can be happy but everything has lost in vain over the years and now I don’t have anyone to love me. when u stared at me I saw love in your eyes so I thought u r in love with me, that’s y when u r looked at my boobs I didn’t hide it from u, but u too didn’t like this.