-Flynn McAdams

It was the summer of 2006, my parents told me we were not spending that summer in London, we were going to Vermont to visit a supposed friend and spend the summer there.

I wasn't so pleased about it, I had so many plans with my gal pals that summer but all that changed the moment I arrived in Vermont; when I met this cute boy— Keith, with the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen; gal pals? What gal pals?

He was so nice to me and charming too, our parents were close friends and so were we.

A day before I left back for London, I was already sad to leave, the best summer I've had so far.

We went kayaking together, when I was scared that I was going to fall into the lake, he held me close to him and I felt so safe.

Our first kiss made me feel like I'd never been kissed before. We were young and in love.

We texted and called each other till the next summer, I convinced my father that we spend the summer in Vermont again and papa thought it was a splendid idea.

I was in senior year in high school and so was he, we talked about going to college together.

The next summer ended and I was sad but hoping we get into Harvard as we hoped.

On Prom night, I promised I wasn't going with a date because we were now an item.

That night I missed him like never before, watching my friends with their date on the dance floor, slow dancing to "Lady in Red" I sent him a text telling him how much I wished he was here with me.

He responded with "Turn around butterfly " that's what he called me— Butterfly. I thought Keith was making silly jokes again.

I turned around and there he was, it felt like a dream or a rom-com. I ran to hug and kiss him, the most romantic night of my life. Slow dancing with him was everything I dreamed it would be and more.

In my mind, it was just me and Keith in the entire world. We wandered off from the party.

I was ready to give it up, took him to my house, and we climbed up my room window.

There's no one else I would've loved to share that one precious moment with, he assured me that it didn't have to happen if I wasn't ready. I was so ready.

He was gentle, I could tell he was experienced with the way he touched certain places that made my body go ecstatic with pleasure I never knew I could feel. I felt vulnerable and safe and loved.

I woke up next to him, mama came knocking, and I panicked.

He climbed down from my window to escape but papa caught him.

My papa called his father, Keith took the family's private plane without his father's permission just to make it to my prom night.

I felt so special... papa wasn't so upset which was surprising because he's so protective over me.

It was now obvious to both our families that we liked each other and they were quite happy with it.

Our dream of getting into Harvard together came true. Everything was perfect until he took a gap year during sophomore year to learn about his family's business.

Being the only child of my rich parents I understood why he had to go but I wasn't happy about it. I was going to miss him.

At first, he kept in touch, we talked every day;  I missed him so much.

I begged him to pay short visits once in a while but he said it wasn't that easy.

Then his brother— Martin was a freshman, we got close, he will have me show him around and stuff like that.

There was a secret frat party one night, I said I wasn't going to go, and I hoped I'll be able to talk to Keith, but he's not been responding to my calls and texts.

Martin came to my dorm that night, he saw me crying, and Martin consoled me.

I felt neglected by Keith; I thought his feelings for me had changed. Martin convinced me to have fun that night, instead of moping around my dorm room.

I thought it was a great idea, to distract my mind from the hurt. I had a few drinks and in the heat of excitement and adrenaline, I kissed Martin and he kissed me back, we made out at the party.

The next morning I came back to my senses, I was so ashamed of myself, I made Martin swear that he wasn't going to tell Keith anything and he promised he wasn't going to.

From that day I began to avoid Martin but I kept thinking about that night, I started to bother less about Keith snubbing me.

Martin tried to get closer to me even when I told him I was avoiding him because of our little escapade that night.

He pressed harder; a part of me wanted to make out with him again, and another missed Keith but I started to embrace that maybe Keith doesn't want to be with me anymore.

I stumbled upon a scrapbook filled with memories of me and Keith, the pictures we took on my prom night, reading old texts from him.

Tears ran down my cheeks, it's been two months and Keith hasn't reached out to me.

All those beautiful memories turned into immense pain, I called Martin and he showed up.

In my feeling of grief, I was vulnerable and sad, we had sex. It felt great, he reminded me so much of Keith. Charming looks runs in the family.

On one hand, Keith was tender, sweet, passionate and loving,... and I loved it but on the other hand, Martin was dirty, rough, kinky and domineering and I also loved that very much. The Levinson brothers were so awesome in bed but in different ways.

All that sadness and grief was fucked out of me; the way he pulled my hair when he gave me backshots, my mind wasn't thinking about anything but getting fucked even harder.

Martin was also freakishly good looking and he knows his way around a woman's body too.

The sex was great, it became a regular thing. Slowly, I started catching feelings; when Keith called for the first time in months, I didn't want to answer, so I responded with a text.

A week before, I would've answered in a heartbeat.

Several nights Martin and I will have hot, nasty sex, he fucked me in different ways and different places. In the school halls at night, at parties, in the restroom, in his dorm, my dorm. The possibilities were endless.

The night he fucked me in the parking lot, had one of my legs hanging on his shoulder. Pounded me hard and deep, I could feel his cock throb in my pussy as he thrust back and forth.

There was no limit, I get wet thinking about his fingers up in pussy, Martin was a dirty fucker and I was obsessed with it.

The guilt I felt at first had drowned in the obsession I had with his cock inside me. It was like crack, the element of the danger made it even more fun.

I felt ashamed of myself sometimes but when I remember how Martin goes down on me to eat me out and fuck me with his tongue, I forget all about it.

Until that day, the day Keith barged in on us pants down. I wanted to die, all the guilt and shame that eluded me came back rushing all at once.

He bought me flowers... peonies— my favourite. The look on his face still haunts me to this very day.

I was shattered, I would've preferred to die than to see him that way. He planned a short vacation for me and him.

When I thought he had forgotten me and found someone else.

A part of me knew he couldn't have but my subconscious used that as an excuse to justify my lust and obsession.

If I could turn back the hand of time, I'll go back to sophomore year and do the right thing.

I will win his heart back and this time, I promise to never hurt him again.

-Martin Levinson

No one will ever understand my struggles; everything I did just wasn't as good.

My brother's achievements were my yardstick, every time I tried to level up, he raises the bar higher.

I walked in his shadows for years, he was my father's favorite.

My grades were never good enough as long as Keith's was higher, all attempts to feel recognized were never enough— whatever I did, my brother was better.

He knew, and he enjoyed it, enjoyed the praise, the compliments, the attention and he hogged it all.

Mother took note of the injustice and each time she confronted my father, it resulted in them getting into an argument.

I got fed up with trying to prove myself, my grades dropped drastically. I became the black sheep of the Levinson house.

While Keith graduated with honors, I was suspended for cheating on an exam, if my father didn't pull strings, I would've been expelled.

It broke my mother's heart, that was my wake-up call. I knew I had to get my shit together; I changed for the better.

When Keith got into Harvard, my father bragged to all his friends, telling them how Keith will make a great CEO.

I applied for Harvard as well, I wanted to prove to my father that I could make him proud too.

Finally got into Harvard, and my mother was so happy and proud of how I made great changes, my father treated it with levity, my achievement was like a new dog with old tricks. Nothing new right?

My brother took a gap year to learn the family's business, the moment I think I'm leveling with him, he moves ten steps higher.

I was over it, everything I wanted, Keith had on a silver platter. Father's love, the recognition and the girl I liked— Flynn.

Right before I could make my move, Keith swooped in and voila! she fell for him.

My parents were happy about their relationship and talked about betrothing them for the future.

Once again, Keith was living my dream. Before he left for his gap year, he made me promise to take care of Flynn.

I thought it was sweet of him but that changed when I saw how he neglected her.

She was lonely and I thought I'd remedy that, my feelings for her never changed. I took my chances and got lucky.

For once in forever, I won!

Flynn made a huge difference in my life. She proved that my brother can't have everything.

Now I'm beginning to have doubts again, even though I took Flynn away from him, she's still not mine to keep.

They're getting married soon, and every drop of blood in me wants to tell that pompous ass of a brother that I've been screwing his fiancé even after their engagement.

The most satisfying moment I've ever had is watching the look on Keith's face when he saw me and Flynn doing the dance with no pants.

That felt even better than when I got into Harvard.

They broke up, she wouldn't see me anymore. Then my father died, his dying wish was that my brother married Flynn to save her father's company; finalizing the merger and acquisition.

If there's anything my brother was good at, it was being a kiss-ass for my father; he honored my father's request and proposed to Flynn.

Even on his deathbed, he still finds a way to steal my happiness.

Though I didn't have Flynn, it was a consolation that neither did my brother. And now they're getting married?

On their engagement night, I got so drunk.

How does Keith manage to take everything I want from me?

I knew he didn't love her and she didn't love him, it was all because of my father! He had to make Keith promise to marry her.

I left the party, I couldn't bear it. That night she showed up at my house and apologized for accepting my brother's marriage proposal. I begged her to call it off, I knew we had something special between us.

She didn't call off the engagement but she gave me hope, I was assured that I could win her over.

I had her eating out of the palm of my hand, she found my touch irresistible; so I had to remind her that I could make her happy.

On his engagement night, I fucked his fiancé; that felt good. I didn't just fuck her... I fucked her good.

Hearing my name on her lips. Not my brother's name... MINE.

She loves me. She wants me.

I won't let this wedding happen.