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lots on it. I want to hear those wet sounds from here.”
    My tight fist and well-lubed shaft made very audible noises, which made Estella purr on the other end. “That sounds so yummy,” she said in a smoky voice. “Can you go faster?”
    Of course I could. My hand became a blur as I furiously jerked off. I tried making it as loud as possible, and even held my cell against my cock so she could hear it better.
    “That sounds delicious,” she said when I returned it to my ear. “Now, I have to leave real soon, so can you do me a little favor?”
    “Anything,” I said to my future aunt through short breaths.
    “Can you cum all over yourself?”
    Fuck yes I can! I lay down on my bedroom floor and beat off harder. “I’m going to cum, Estella.”
    “Do it, baby,” she whispered in her most alluring voice. “Cum for Estella.”
    That pushed me over the edge. I groaned, screwed my eyes shut, and felt an incredible surge of pleasure, followed by thick, warm strings hitting my stomach and chest.
    “Did that feel good?” she asked.
    “Amazing. Like you were here doing it to me.”
    She chuckled. “I love that I have that effect on you. Now clean up before your mother finds you like that, and then stop worrying about what happened. Everything’s going to be fine.”
    Of course, there was no way I could do that with my libido drained and the thoughts of that night suddenly flooding back to me. I said bye to Estella and wiped myself clean, all the while thinking that at any moment, some very dangerous people would break into our house and turn me and my family into human slushies.
    So as you can imagine, I nearly had a heart attack when, a few days later, a giant fist came slamming against my front door. All while Mom and Izzy were out shopping for my birthday.
    “Open the fucking door, Eddie,” a voice that sounded scarily close to Rolando’s called. “I know you’re in there, esé. Estella told us you were home.”
    I looked down at the text message my uncle’s fiancé had sent me not an hour before: U home?
    No fucking way. They must have gotten to her; scared and threatened her until she told them I’d be here . I looked out the window to find Rolando and two huge friends of his on our porch. Rolando was a big guy, but each of his friends stood at least a head taller than him. They bought to mind those twins from the Cartel in Breaking Bad who hunted Walter White.
    Rolando looked agitated to say the least; pacing up and down the porch and scratching the greasy scalp under his ponytail. He wore a blue do-rag and a long, loose baseball shirt. The other two guys wore nothing but singlets and jeans with dark stains all over them.
    One of those guys caught sight of the fluttering of curtains, nodded my way and whistled. Rolando pushed past him and looked right up at me. “Come down here, homes!” he shouted.
    I’m so fucked.
    “Just wanna talk, esé,” he said in a slightly more subdued voice. “And it’s better if your mom and sister aren’t around.”
    He got me. They weren’t going to leave, and the longer I kept them waiting, the greater the chance that Izzy and my mom would show up and find themselves in the middle of what was about to go down.
    I called out through the window. “Are you going to leave them alone?”
    “Who?”
    “Mom and Izzy.”
    I heard them whisper. Then, Rolando said: “If they’re not here, they won’t be involved.”
    Fucker better keep his word. “And Estella?”
    “What about her?”
    “You’re going to leave her out of this.”
    I heard one of them laugh and say: “We’ve already taken care of her, esé.”
    Fucking bastards! I dashed out of my room and went down to the front door. I threw it open and stared at the trio through the security door.
    “What did you fucks do to her?”
    “Just come out. Come on.”
    “Fuck you, Rolando. I want to know what you did to her.”
    I saw my cousin’s eyes go dark, and then he moved towards the door. I stepped back,