Fresh Start With New Man

That night he gently lay me down and worshipped my body. I had told him that I was a virgin and he took it in stride. He sucked my dick. I sucked his. He kissed every inch of my body from head to toe.
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My brother always talked about backpacking across Europe, for as long as I can remember. He was obsessed about it. He had studied the train routes, the activities and points of interest in all the countries, and the foods he wanted to try in each place. He had lists and itineraries and budgets all planned out and written into a businesslike proposal to give my parents by the time he was sixteen. It was vaguely agreed that he could take his dream trip when he graduated high school in a few years.
He remained focused on his trip for the next two years. By spring break of his senior year, he was ready to start booking flights from Seattle to London, which would be the first stop on his two month long adventure. He wanted to leave the day after his graduation, but my parents just put him off, over and over. He was pissed.
I could feel the tension building in the house in May when his graduation was only a few weeks away. And then one night there was a huge fight between him and my parents. I could hear yelling and all three of their raised voices. I knew what was happening, they were delaying his trip, again. He was in a rage. He broke a kitchen cabinet door and slammed out of the house.
He stayed mad. Really mad. He didn’t even want my parents to attend his graduation. He stayed away from home as much as possible. He looked hurt and angry, all the...