DJ’s Visit
A Fictional Story by Tiny Tommy.
“I’m torn, honey. I know we have a Christian duty to help others, particularly our family, but DJ can be lazy and really mean.”
“That seems strange. DJ has always been nice to me.”
Tom thought to himself, “probably because he thinks he might get a chance to fuck you.” But he dismissed this thought just as quickly. He knew his wife Sherri was committed to him and would never sleep with another man, especially not his brother.
“You’re right. As usual. I’m sure I’m just letting things from long ago influence my thinking.”
In truth, it wasn’t that long ago that DJ fucked several of Tom’s girlfriends. But Tom realized that Sherri was different. Unlike his previous girlfriends, Sherri was a devout Christian. Tom hadn’t been particularly religious, but he found himself very attracted to a woman who was serious about marriage. Sherri insisted on saving herself for marriage. Obviously, she wouldn’t cheat just because Tom’s entitled brother was staying with them.
Sherri worked from home, but Tom was required to go into the office. After picking DJ up from the airport, Tom dropped him at the house before heading to the office. Sherri has worked from home since the pandemic and would be with DJ all the time.
Sherri prepared sandwiches for both herself and DJ at lunch.
DJ took one bite from his sandwich and playfully smacked Sherri’s butt.
“You put mayo on my sandwich. I hate mayo.”
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for DJ to flirt with Sherri a little, but this was the first time that DJ had touched her. Sherri didn’t think about the potential consequences when she pushed things forward.
“Typical of your family. The men have no idea what it means to act like a real man.”
Tom had never discussed with his wife how much of a bully his older brother had been. Sherri mistakenly assumed that they were similar.
“Excuse me!”
Sherri hadn’t been completely open about her family either. She and the other females in her family had been spanked frequently and severely. Her dad spanked her mom and her sisters. Her brother had started spanking her when he turned 15. Even her brother-in-law spanked her. She would have never claimed that she liked being spanked. But a man seemed rather weak to her, maybe even a little less than a man, when he didn’t know what proper discipline was. She loved Tom. But Tom would never take charge the way she believed a man should. He was a caring man, but not the family’s leader.
“A real man would know how to spank a woman instead of a silly love tap properly.”
“That isn’t going to be an issue. Unlike your wimpy husband, I know exactly what to do. But you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
“Bet me!” Sherri responded without thinking about the consequences.
“Take off those yoga pants and the panties you are wearing under them.”
Sherri hesitated as she realized what she had just set in motion. DJ was pulling his belt from his pants.
“Do you want extra swats for stalling?”
Sherri pulled down her yoga pants, revealing a very modest pair of black panties. She slid the panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
“Straddle the arm of that chair and lean forward.”
DJ pointed to a living room chair with very wide armrests. Sherri had been spanked many times, but never in a position like this. She imagined how exposed she must be as her thighs spread to either side of the armrest. She may have been even more exposed than she realized. Her exposed pussy lips parted her bushy pubic hairs. One knee rested on the seat of the chair while the other hung in space.
SMACK!
The belt left a satisfying line across Sherri’s ass. She quickly realized that DJ knew exactly what he was doing.
WHACK!
Sherri had tried encouraging her husband to be a little more aggressive during foreplay or sex. Most of the time, she thrived with his caring, sensitive nature. She thought that was exactly what she needed in a man. But her body had different ideas. Kind and gentle didn’t make her pussy wet the way the humiliation and pain of this spanking from her husband’s brother did.
SMACK! DJ admired Sherri’s petite body as he spanked her. Her thin legs and narrow hips made her look even younger than her small tits did. Her hairy cunt was the only thing that made her look like an adult. Perhaps he would have a chance to do something about that.
WHACK!
Maybe it was his imagination, but Sherri seemed to be rubbing her clit against the armrest. Her pussy lips seemed to be swelling and parting. DJ wondered if his little brother had any idea that his sweet little church-going wife had a kinky streak.
SMACK!
Tom probably had no idea. DJ was determined to exploit it to the fullest extent possible.
CRACK!
Sherri felt the sting on her ass, but she also felt a burning deep in her pussy. She recalled the first time she noticed that being spanked did something to her body other than the pain on her bottom. She had recently turned 13, and her Dad spanked her while her older brother had friends at the house. Even though he was four years older, she had a crush on one of her brother’s friends. It was one of the rare times she didn’t get spanked on the bare bottom. The boys probably didn’t even see her panties. She was so embarrassed that she was being spanked, but it also made her girl parts tingle. She rubbed herself that night as she imagined being spanked by her brother’s friend.
SMACK!
DJ noticed Sherri’s pussy getting damp. Her lips were glistening.
WHACK!
Sherri also recalled how confused and guilty she felt because spankings from her sister’s husband Ted aroused her. Sandy and Ted married when Sherri was 14. Ted used a switch on her bare bottom during a picnic a couple of months later. The spanking was hard enough that Sherri could still see switch marks days later, but it fed her fantasies for even longer.
CRACK!
Sandy invited Sherri over regularly. Most visits included at least one bare-bottom spanking from Ted. It never seemed odd to Sherri, since she was used to being spanked at home regularly. Thinking back on it now, her sister seemed to enjoy watching her get spanked.
SMACK!
Sherri realized she hadn’t been spanked since her wedding day. After the pictures of the bride and bridal party, but before she walked down the aisle, her father, brother, and brother-in-law took turns spanking her in her wedding dress. It was a symbolic farewell from the family, with the intention that the new husband would start the marriage with a spanking in the honeymoon suite. Tom never gave her that spanking.
DJ started filming with his cell phone as he slammed 2 fingers into Sherri’s wet cunt.
“You are such a naughty slut. Tell your husband that you want a real man to show him how to please you.”
“Please spank me and fuck me hard in front of my wimpy husband. He deserves to see how my body responds to a real man.”
Sherri came hard on DJ’s fingers seconds later.
“I’m sending that video to my brother. He can think about it the rest of the day while he tries to work.”
Sherri wasn’t very convincing when she asked him not to send it.
DJ included a note to his brother. “Did any of your girlfriends fuck you after I had them? Since you married Sherri, I promise you will have at least one more chance to fuck her after me.”
Watching the video of his brother’s finger fucking his wife was more arousing than Tom wanted to admit, even to himself. Still, he couldn’t avoid thinking about the girlfriends his brother had fucked. Tom was fairly sure that his brother had fucked at least six, which was impressive since Tom had only fucked one. Surely Sherri wouldn’t leave him. She could certainly see that DJ was an abusive jerk who only cared about his own pleasure.
DJ returned to addressing Sherri. “All that hair is disgusting. Get rid of it before your husband gets home.”
“Please, I’m not sure I would feel like a woman without it.”
“I don’t care how you feel. I find it disgusting. Did you have special lingerie for your wedding night?”
“Of course I did.”
“You will wear that, and nothing else, when my brother arrives home.”
Shaving off her pussy hair was particularly difficult for Sherri. She had been the last girl in her grade to reach puberty. Her breasts and pubic hair didn’t start growing until she was 14. Her friends had all started several years earlier.
Sherri began dressing in her lingerie. Despite being a size zero, she chose a lacy white corset with attached garter belts. The corset ended just below her breasts. The added compression of the corset made her tiny breasts look just a little bit larger. White lace panties and stockings completed the outfit. Sherri had been a virgin when she wore this lingerie six months ago.
She couldn’t believe how good DJ made her body feel. He was an uncaring brute, but perhaps that was just what her body needed. Sherri had often wondered why attractive girls dated jerks who ignored or even abused them. Now she thought she might understand.
Sherri realized that she was looking forward to sex for the first time since her wedding night. That night had been a disaster. The first time they tried to have sex, Tom ejaculated while he was still rubbing his dick on the outside of her pussy in his pathetic attempt at foreplay.
Tom woke her up a couple of hours later because he was ready to try again. Sherri insisted that he use his tongue to get her ready this time. When he started to protest, she shut him down quickly by saying, “I’m not interested in a repeat of the last time.”
Sherri held his head in place until she was plenty wet. This attempt was even worse. Tom went soft before he successfully penetrated his virgin bride. Sherri reassured him but wasn’t in the mood to try again for the rest of the honeymoon. When they returned home, and Tom wanted to try again, Sherri delayed him two more weeks with excuses of having premenstrual cramps, her period, and later for being uncomfortable down there because of her period. Tom accepted every excuse without protest. Their first time was a month after they married. It was a clumsy 10 strokes before Tom shot his load.
In the six months that they had been married, Tom and Sherri had sex less than 10 times, including the two failed attempts that first night. DJ’s fingers had provided Sherri with more enjoyment than all of her experiences with her husband combined. DJ had promised to fuck her while Tom watched. She was looking forward to that, both for the well-deserved humiliation that would inflict on her impotent husband and the chance to experience sex with an assertive man. Her pussy was wet just thinking about it.
DJ and Sherri met Tom at the door. Sherri opened the front door wide as soon as Tom pulled the car into the driveway. DJ forced her to stand in the open doorway in her lingerie. Neighbors could potentially see her exposed tits. Once Tom was inside, DJ began his plans.
“Take off your panties.”
Despite the circumstances, Tom enjoyed the clear view of his wife’s body. She insisted on having the lights off during the few times she was willing to have sex. She locked the bathroom door when she showered or changed. This was the most exposed view of Sherri that her husband had witnessed. The bald pussy was quite a bonus. It made her look even more innocent.
“Kneel on the sofa and spread your legs wide.”
Sherri raised her ass high in the air and twisted her head to one side so that she would fit on the sofa. Her cunt was framed by her thin thighs.
“I’m going to give you 25 swats with my belt. I want you to count each one. If you move out of position or forget to count a swat, I won’t count that swat, and I will add 5 more to your total. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
SMACK!
The belt landed harder than Tom expected.
“One. Thank you.”
The belt left bright red marks on both cheeks. Tom couldn’t believe that his wife so willingly submitted to this.
CRACK!
“Two. Thank you.”
More red marks on Sherri’s butt. Tom wondered how she could remain still for 23 additional swats that hard.
“What kind of husband doesn’t protest his wife being spanked by another man?
Even though the question was directed at Tom, Sherri responded. “A wimpy one.”
“Are you a wimpy husband, Tom?”
“It’s not that. I just know from experience that when I try to stand up to you, I’ll lose.”
“So you give up rather than fight for your beautiful wife. Sounds like a wimp to me.”
Sherri’s entire backside was covered in overlapping, dark red marks. For the 24th stroke, DJ adjusted the swing angle, causing the end of the belt to land directly on Sherri’s cunt. Sherri screamed and collapsed on the sofa.
“You’ve earned five extra swats. Roll over to your back and spread your legs. The final seven swats will all be on your slutty little cunt.”
“Tom, bring me a spatula from the kitchen. I doubt her pussy is ready for a belt.”
SMACK!
The spatula landed just to the left of her pussy.
“Twenty-four. Thank you.”
SMACK!
This stroke was a mirror image of the last one.
DJ applied the next two strokes on either side of Sherri’s pussy lips as well. He paused before the final three strokes and began teasing her clit. Once it was swollen and sticking out, DJ smacked it hard. He teased it out of hiding for the final two strokes.
“Lick your wife’s pussy and get it nice and wet for me.”
Sherri’s pussy was quite wet already. DJ’s instructions were meant to involve Tom in “giving” his wife to his brother.
“Before I fuck your wife, I think you should both have a good idea of how much more cock she is going to experience.’
DJ didn’t know Tom’s size, but was confident that his thick, 10’ long cock would be much bigger.
‘Have you ever fucked someone other than Tom?”
“No. I was a virgin when we married. I’ve never even used a tampon or a sex toy.”
Tom’s dick looked like a child’s compared to his brother. It wasn’t even half the length, but the big difference was the thickness. It was like comparing a shot glass to a beer mug. Sherri gasped.
‘That will break me in two!”
“I won’t lie, it will hurt a little at first. Before I’m done, it will feel so good that you will be pulling me in. Kneel, I want to take you doggy style.”
Sherri thought that position was demeaning to the woman, but so was being spanked. Besides, she didn’t think DJ cared about her opinion.
DJ lined his massive cock up with Sherri’s tight hole and pressed forward. Sherri’s pussy lips were pushed into her body, but they weren’t accepting this intruder. DJ slowly increased the pressure until finally, her pussy couldn’t do anything but accept his cock. Sherri let out a brief scream in pain. In that instant, DJ was already deeper than her husband had ever penetrated her. That didn’t begin to describe how wide Sherri was being stretched.
DJ moved slowly from side to side, avoiding pushing deeper while Sherri’s cunt adjusted to his size. Sherri started rocking back and forth, taking a little more of DJ’s cock with each movement. Her body tensed and began shaking before she had taken more than another inch of his dick. Sherri tried to pull away, but DJ grabbed her hips and held his cock inside her.
“Has your wife ever had an orgasm when you were fucking her?”
“I think so. Yeah. Probably.”
“Did her body shake like that?”
“No.”
“She probably just yawned.”
As her orgasm subsided, DJ began thrusting harder and deeper. Within another minute, Sherri had her next orgasm. Sherri’s cunt was dripping fluid, allowing the remainder of DJ’s cock inside. Together, they established a rhythm. Sherri rocked forward as DJ pulled out. DJ thrust forward, and Sherri pushed back against him. DJ pounded her with the full length of his shaft. With one final hard thrust, DJ exploded inside her. This added throbbing pushed Sherri over the edge.
“Your turn. Time to reclaim your wife. Prove that you deserve her.”
Sherri’s cunt was a gaping hole. Streams of thick goo trickled down both thighs. Tom had never been harder in his life. He was anxious for a release, quickly climbing behind his wife and pushing his dick inside her.
It is hard to know who was more disappointed. Tom felt like he had stuck his dick in a jar of warm lotion. He could sense it all around him, but there wasn’t any friction against his dick when he moved. Sherri couldn’t tell if he was inside her or not.
“Are you in me? Because I can’t feel a thing.”
Tom’s heart sank. He understood why his girlfriends never came back to him after his brother fucked them. He started sobbing.
“I don’t want to lose you. I couldn’t stand that. You are the best thing in my life.”
“I’m not going to leave you, but there are going to be changes in our house.”
The New Order
The weeks that followed rearranged the household in ways none of them could have predicted.
DJ never left. What was supposed to be a week or two stretched into a month, then two, until his presence became as permanent as the furniture. He stopped pretending to look for work. There was no need. He had already found his new occupation—running the house, and everything in it.
*****
Week One After
Tom came home from work the following Tuesday to find Sherri in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron. Her ass was still marked with faint pink lines from that morning’s discipline. DJ sat at the table in Tom’s usual seat, drinking Tom’s coffee, reading Tom’s newspaper.
“Welcome home, little brother,” DJ said without looking up.
Tom set his briefcase by the door. His eyes went to Sherri’s bare backside, and he opened his mouth to say something—anything—but nothing came. He’d rehearsed arguments in the car. He’d told himself he’d put his foot down. But standing there, watching Sherri’s hips sway as she stirred something on the stove, watching the way she tensed slightly when DJ snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor beside his chair—Tom felt that familiar collapse in his chest.
Sherri knelt beside DJ’s chair without hesitation. She rested her cheek against his thigh like a trained animal. Tom watched his wife’s lips brush DJ’s knee through his jeans.
“Tommy,” Sherri said softly, not looking at him. “Come sit down. Dinner’s almost ready.”
He sat in the chair across from them. His place had been moved.
*****
The Bedroom
That night, DJ didn’t send Tom to the guest room. He made him stay.
Sherri lay on the bed in the lingerie from her wedding night—the white teddy, the sheer panels, the tiny bow between her breasts that Tom had fumbled with on their honeymoon seven years ago. DJ had her on her hands and knees, facing the chair where Tom sat.
“Watch her face,” DJ told him. “I want you to see what it looks like when a woman actually feels something.”
He entered her slowly this time—not the brutal thrust of that first day, but a deliberate, agonizing inch-by-inch stretch. Sherri’s mouth fell open. Her eyes rolled. A sound came out of her that Tom had never heard in all their years of marriage—a raw, guttural moan that seemed pulled from somewhere deep in her body.
“Oh God—” she gasped, her fingers clawing the sheets.
“That’s it,” DJ murmured, gripping her hips. “Let him hear you.”
Tom watched. He sat in that chair with his hands on his knees and watched his brother’s cock disappear into his wife over and over, each stroke pulling a new sound from her throat. He watched her back arch, watched her thighs tremble, watched her cum so hard she collapsed forward with a sob.
And then DJ pulled out and stood up. His cock was slick with her, thick and rigid, jutting obscenely from his open zipper.
“Your turn,” he said to Tom. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Tom moved to the bed with trembling hands. He positioned himself behind Sherri. She was wet, swollen, loose—DJ had stretched her wide open. Tom pushed inside her and felt… almost nothing. A warmth. A slight pressure. Like pressing his finger through a wet cloth.
He thrust. Sherri didn’t react. She lay there, face down, breathing steadily. He thrust harder. Nothing. Not a sound, not a movement.
“Sherri?” he whispered.
“I’m trying, baby,” she said into the pillow. Her voice was gentle, pitying. “Keep going.”
He couldn’t. He felt himself softening inside her, that familiar collapse, and he pulled out with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the room.
DJ was laughing. Not loudly—just a low chuckle from the doorway where he leaned with his arms crossed.
“Sit down, Tom.”
Tom sat.
DJ walked to the bed, lifted Sherri’s hips, and slid back inside her with one smooth motion. She cried out immediately—her back bowing, her fingers reaching behind her to grip his forearm.
“Yes—” she hissed. “There—right there—”
DJ fucked her with long, measured strokes, each one punctuated by the slap of his thighs against her ass. He looked over his shoulder at Tom.
“This is how you fuck a woman, little brother. You remember that.”
*****
Week Three
Sherri stopped wearing clothes in the house entirely. DJ had thrown out most of her wardrobe, keeping only a few items—the wedding lingerie, a sheer robe, a pair of heels he made her wear while she cooked and cleaned. He’d taken a Sharpie to her body, writing his name across her lower belly in thick black letters: DJ’S PROPERTY. She had to reapply it every morning.
Tom came home one evening to find Sherri on her knees in the living room, sucking DJ’s cock while he watched television. Her head bobbed in a slow, practiced rhythm. DJ had one hand on the back of her skull, not forcing her—just resting there, a reminder of who was in control.
Tom stood in the doorway for a long moment. Then he walked to his chair and sat down.
“How was work, Tommy?” Sherri asked, pulling off DJ’s cock with a wet pop and smiling at him, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lip to the head.
“Fine,” Tom said. His voice was hollow.
“Good. Dinner’s in the oven. DJ wants steak tonight, so I made you a sandwich.”
DJ smirked. He pushed Sherri’s head back down.
*****
The Confession
It happened on a Sunday. DJ had taken Sherri to church—her idea, not his. He sat in the pew beside her in clothes he’d bought with Tom’s money, one hand resting possessively on her bare knee beneath her skirt. Tom sat on Sherri’s other side, staring straight ahead at the cross.
The sermon was about submission. Sherri gripped DJ’s hand during the part about wives obeying husbands. She leaned over and whispered something in his ear. DJ grinned.
In the car on the way home, Sherri spoke from the backseat where DJ had told her to ride.
“Tommy, I need to tell you something.”
Tom watched her in the rearview mirror. She was flushed, her legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap like a good Christian woman.
“I’ve been thinking about what Pastor said. About a wife’s duty. About obedience.” She paused. “I think God wants me to submit to the man who can actually lead me. And that man is DJ.”
Tom’s knuckles went white on the steering wheel.
“I’m not leaving you,” she continued quickly. “I love you, Tommy. I’ve always loved you. But I need to be honest with you and with God. DJ is the man of this house now. You understand that, don’t you?”
DJ reached up from the passenger seat and squeezed her knee. “Tell him the rest, Sherri.”
She swallowed. “DJ wants… he wants me to stop taking my birth control.”
The car swerved slightly. Tom corrected it.
“We’re going to make a baby,” DJ said casually, adjusting the rearview mirror so he could see Sherri’s face. “Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” Sherri whispered. Her eyes were shining. “Yes, sir.”
*****
Week Six
Tom moved into the guest room. Not because DJ told him to—because he couldn’t sleep in the master bedroom anymore. The sounds kept him awake. The rhythmic creak of the bedframe, the headboard knocking against the wall, Sherri’s muffled screams through the pillow DJ held over her face when he wanted to be quiet, and the raw, animal sounds she made when he didn’t.
He lay in the narrow guest bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to his wife cum on his brother’s cock for the third time that night. His hand drifted to his own crotch. He was hard. He hated himself for it. He stroked himself slowly, listening, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
In the master bedroom, the headboard slammed one final time, and DJ let out a low groan. Sherri cried out—something about feeling it, about being full, about wanting it deeper.
Tom came into his own hand, then rolled over and faced the wall.
******
Week Eight
Sherri took the pregnancy test on a Tuesday morning. She sat on the edge of the bathtub, Tom on one side, DJ on the other, all three of them staring at the little white stick.
Two lines.
Sherri burst into tears. She flung herself at DJ, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her face into his chest. He held her with one arm, his other hand finding the back of her neck, gripping it the way he always did.
“Good girl,” he said.
Tom sat on the bathroom floor, watching his wife cry happy tears into another man’s chest, pregnant with another man’s child, in the house he paid for, wearing the collar DJ had bought her.
DJ looked down at him.
“Guess you’re an uncle, Tommy.”
*****
Week Twelve
The nursery was Tom’s old office. DJ had cleared it out himself, throwing Tom’s files and paperwork into boxes he stacked in the garage. Sherri painted the walls a soft yellow, standing on a stepladder in nothing but a bra and panties, her belly just starting to show—a slight swell that DJ liked to rest his beer on in the evenings.
Tom came home one night to find them in the nursery. Sherri was on her back on the paint-tarp-covered floor, her legs wrapped around DJ’s waist, her belly pressed against him. DJ was fucking her slowly, gently for once, one hand cradating the back of her head, the other splayed across her stomach.
“Careful,” Sherri murmured. “The baby.”
“The baby’s fine,” DJ said, kissing her throat. “I made that baby. It knows its daddy’s cock.”
Tom watched from the doorway until DJ looked up and caught his eye.
“Get in here, Tom. Your wife needs her husband right now.”
Tom walked in on his knees. DJ pulled out and guided Sherri’s hand to Tom’s face. She stroked his cheek, her eyes soft and distant, still glazed with pleasure.
“Hi, baby,” she whispered. “Did you have a good day at work?”
“No,” Tom said.
She smiled sadly. “I know. Come here.”
She pulled his head down to her breast, and he lay there with his face against her skin while DJ pushed back inside her, resuming his slow, deep strokes. Tom felt the rhythm of it—felt Sherri’s body shift and rock with each thrust, felt her breathing quicken, felt her fingers tighten in his hair.
“I love you, Tommy,” she said, and her voice caught on a moan. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he said into her breast.
DJ came inside her with a grunt, and Tom felt Sherri shudder through her own orgasm, her whole body tensing and releasing around his brother, and she held Tom’s head tighter against her chest as if he were the one giving her this, as if his love were enough.
It wasn’t. They all knew it wasn’t. But she held him there anyway.
*****
Epilogue
The baby was born in the spring. A boy. They named him David Junior, and DJ had the birth certificate changed to list himself as the father. Tom’s name appeared nowhere on the document.
Sherri nursed the baby in the living room while DJ watched sports. Tom sat in his chair, eating his sandwich, watching his wife feed his brother’s son. When the baby finished, Sherri burped him, kissed his forehead, and handed him to DJ.
“Here’s your son,” she said.
DJ held the baby with surprising tenderness, one massive hand cradling the tiny skull. He looked at Tom.
“You know what, Tommy? I think this arrangement worked out pretty good for everyone. You got a family. Sherri got a real man. And I got a place to stay.” He grinned. “Everybody wins.”
Sherri laughed—a real laugh, light and easy, the kind Tom hadn’t heard from her in years. She leaned against DJ’s shoulder and kissed the baby’s head.
Tom looked at the three of them on the couch—his wife, his brother, their child—and felt something inside him go quiet. Not peaceful. Just… still. Like a machine that had finally run out of power.
He picked up his plate, carried it to the kitchen, and washed it in the sink. Through the window above the faucet, he could see the backyard he’d bought, the fence he’d built, the grill he’d never get to use again because DJ had taken that too.
He dried the plate, put it away, and went to bed.
In the master bedroom, Sherri was on her knees again, her mouth working DJ’s cock while the baby slept in the bassinet beside them. DJ saw Tom pass the doorway and called out.
“Night, little brother.”
Sherri pulled off just long enough to say, “Goodnight, Tommy. I love you.”
Then DJ’s hand was on the back of her head, guiding her back down, and Tom walked to the guest room and closed the door.
He lay in the dark and listened to the sounds through the wall—the wet, rhythmic sounds, the muffled moans, the creak of the bed—and he stared at the ceiling and thought about nothing at all.
The house was quiet eventually. Then it was morning, and Tom got up, put on his tie, and went to work.
When he came home, DJ would be there. Sherri would be there. The baby would be there.
And Tom would sit in his chair, eat his sandwich, and watch his life happen to someone else.
The End.
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