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Hmm. What to say about a book where one stepbrother oversees the other's masturbation and calls it 'supervised self-love'. What to say, what to say...

This book answers the question, 'What if sex was the answer to literally every problem?'. And it's so well written that I have no complaints. Maybe sex IS the answer?

Let me tell you, there's plot galore in this book. To the point where you almost forget that they're having sex every two seconds. Such a sweet poignant story of overcoming trauma from religious indoctrination. Maybe not overcoming. But learning to cope and move forward.

On to the horny aspects. These are the HORNIEST MFs since MFs started being horny.

Angry? Sex. Hurt? Sex. Scared? Sex. Bored? Sex. Muddy? Sex. Wet? Sex. Party? Sex. Sad? Sex. Happy? Sex. Excited? Sex. Doing yoga? Sex. Night before giving a deposition in the case of your former abusers? Sex. Literally right after their mom walked in on them for the first time? You guessed it. Sex.

“Alright. My ass is officially clean enough to eat!”

And however much said controlling douchebag begged to help clean the cum from his asshole, Lane wouldn’t allow it.

Killjoy.

Like I said. Criminally horny.

“Oh my God, you’re inside me,” Lane says breathily...... LIKE????? Yes. Where did you think he was going with all the back and forth thrusts?

I love how Noah just doesn't give a fuck about anyone or anything that isn't Lane. Not his friends. Not his parents. Constant 'Yeah, I'm fucking my step brother and what of it?' vibes.

Lane. Sweet frustrating baby Lane. Fighting a war he lost at 14. Giving in every single time and liking it, then punishing them both after.

Lane. Who claimed Noah when it mattered most, to the exclusion of worrying about himself.

These two! This love declaration is so unplanned and sweet, god DAMN it, why am I so easily scammed.

5 stars. Fuck it. Ten stars.