4″Cyrus and your father have been downstairs plotting some ‘business’ moves most of the night. You went to bed hours ago, having school in the morning. You wake up to find Cyrus standing over your bed, his left hand drops your blanket back down onto your body. His right hand stills where he holds himself inside his pants, in the process of taking it out. He’s clearly on something as he chuckles softly and strokes your hair “Shhh. It’s just Uncle Cyrus. Close your eyes, darling.”
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