Date = 13 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Grimm house)POV - MelaenaHe walks up the stairs and abruptly drops me onto his bed — again.“Are you mentally crazy or just stupid? You can’t just run off like that! What if D got to you before I did? Are you trying to get raped or something?” He seems truly worried. I swallow down some spit. I never thought about that.“Don’t you lecture me,” I point a finger at his nose, “If you didn’t chase off all the guys in school I would have touched a penis before now.” He growls possessively, still looking at me as if he wants to eat me alive — it unravels me. “And I would not have run off or killed our offspring.” My mind is mooch.“Our?” What? “Fuck.” Another growl.He grabs me unexpectedly and kisses me — a hard desperate kiss that bruises my lips but is in no way any less erotic than any of the previous ones, and then he pushes me away.“And stop kissing me just to push me away, I feel like a flipping yo-yo.” I try not to yell at him, but it’s fr
Date = 14 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Monarch Street, Alameda)POV - DamionIt’s around 9 pm and we drive down the quiet little street to where we’re supposed to meet Scarface (the nickname Mel gave Harry). He’s chosen his location carefully — this entire area is remote and dark.But remote areas are The San Francisco Boys’ hot spots — to perform and tape sometimes illegal stunts you need dim and distant places off the beaten track. So we happen to be familiar with most of them around the bay.We use this little area to prepare sets for high-risk performances, because of its location and proportions. And based on the comments from our viewers, it makes rather entertaining videos.Dad, Uncle John, and Alberto Garcia are in the backseat of an armored black Chevy Suburban SUV driven by armed bodyguards. While we are on our Reaper dirt bikes, dressed up in the same outfits used by co-op government officials — sponsored by Uncle John’s company of course.And thanks to Blackburn Inc. we
Date = 16 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - DamionI wake up feeling a little squashed and I can’t move. I open my eyes and stare straight at the obstacle.What the hell? The root of my problem is draped across my legs — topless.“Holy fucking shit!” I jump up.The almost naked girl falls over and lands on the floor with a soft moan.What the fuck? I pinch myself making sure it’s not a dream.There is a girl … who is not Mel … in my house … only wearing panties. I sneak a peek at the naked breasts glaring at me, the luscious body.She’s not ugly, I must admit that much, but my dick doesn’t even move. Not one little twitch.How did she get in here?Last night, exhausted after two days of grueling training sessions, I fell asleep on my couch, still in my under-racing outfit — thank luck for that I guess.Frustrated I slam the coffee table top with my palm, waking the girl on the floor. She complains but sits up and grabs her head in her hands.I’m hungry and tired and
Date = 16 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Argyll MX - Dixon)POV – Damion“I know you’re going to smash them dead, little bro,” I say to my brother. Today is his first international surfing competition. I wish I could be there for him. Luckily Mom and Dad are cheering him on. And knowing how my mother performs at my races, he’s in for a very embarrassing treat. That lady can put on a show that would shame even Jerry Springer.“Coach says I have a chance to win this thing,” he says in his preteen I-am-so-cool way, but the quiver in his voice is a dead giveaway of his excitement.The next moment Jackson comes crashing from outside and falls onto me, almost causing me to lose my balance.“Shit!” I lock my knees to hold us up. “Watch it, dude.”“What?” Luke asks through the phone.“No, sorry, I was talking to Jackson. Listen, brother, good luck out there, and ask Mom to take lots of pictures and videos so I can watch the whole thing later. But I gotta go now.”“Sure thing. And you win your
Date = 16 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - MelaenaA white, frothy cascade of water falls into a deep blue plunge pool, surrounded by rocky outcroppings lined with lichen and moss, before it roils and bubbles down the beach into the ocean. It’s a breathtakingly stunning little cove, hidden away like a precious gem.I wiggle my toes, digging my feet into the warm sand as I watch a kingfisher swoop into the water to reappear with a small squirming fish. He finds a spot in one of the tree shrubs overhanging the pool, clinging to the cliff with extended roots, to consume his meal.I take a deep breath — filled with the smell of deep mossy earth, sweet flowers, and salty water — before I speak.“Are you sure about that?” My heart is still struggling to recover from getting pulverized this morning. It was like deja vu. There he was, hugging a brunette, right in front of me. I didn’t know one’s heart could take so much abuse and still survive … but somehow I managed to pu
Date = 19 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Speakeasy Ales & Lagers)POV - DamionI push my foot down, speeding up my black Lambo down Evans Avenue, while softly cursing our main engineer. We were testing out the new bikes and he made me do some extra laps cause there was something wrong with the bike’s throttle — and now I’m late!For my first official date. Ever.This would not have happened if our whole relationship business wasn’t such a hush-hush secret. Hiding our relationship is not what I want, but we’ve decided to do it this way so we can take things slow and get to know each other, before going public and throwing our lives into chaos.At least I’ve texted her, managed a quick shower; rushed through traffic, and now I’m parking my car in front of the small pub.Where she’s already waiting for me inside.I immediately notice her sitting on one of the chairs at the uncrowded bar, her back facing me, talking to some guy. Even without fully seeing her I know that she’s wearing one
Date = 20 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)(Grimm house)POV – MelaenaI stare at the strikingly bountiful hunky specimen next to me. He looks so much like an angel when he’s sleeping … innocent and vulnerable … and it touches the deepest parts of my heart for some reason. I better enjoy the sight cause soon we might be blowing out our last breaths … my brothers have seen the pictures already.And they already exploded on the little boys’ chat group, since Damion ignored their calls. He agreed however to meet them at his parents’ house in an hour.Just because of some photos on the net. Granted, they’re not flattering. I would even go as far as to say they’re a little undignified.Damion’s hand is clearly under my dress, while he’s snogging me, and I’m melted against his chest, my hand suspiciously close to his crotch.The heading:Damion Grimm, racing his best friend’s sister!And it explains that #Damena is official … the secret revealed … and so on and so on … ug.The
Date = 22 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - Damion“Hey, it’s Damion Grimm,” some guy says to his date and points. Fuck. I smile faintly as they walk past, feeling the pull of the scab on my lower lip. “He looks like shit.”“I thought he was still in hospital,” he continues as they are walking down the red carpet.“I heard he was tied to a pole in his underwear.” People are going to remember that one for a while. Damn, assholes.“Heard he nearly died though.” The twins look uncomfortable. Yeah, the ‘nearly-died’ part scared them so good, they agreed to me dating their sister.“He looks rather bad,” the girl adds looking back over her shoulder. I grinch, whilst the twins beam conceitedly at me as if they just got laid. They did it. Stripped me to my Calvin Klein, taking turns to fight me. And then they tied me to a pole — exposed.“You do look rather bad,” Enrique huffs and straightens the jacket of my suit. Cameras flash frantically from the other side of the stanchions. I