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AARON
After two weeks of putting up with Dad’s s**t, I talked Ezra into going to the gym with me to blow off some of the steam that simmered to life every time we were in close proximity.
Namely at night after I put Dad to bed and s****l tension settled over the living room.
We hopped on the assault bikes to loosen up at five in the morning, and as usual, a couple girls in tiny shorts and sports bras ran on the treadmills in front of us, offering a view of jiggling asses and bouncing t**s.
Neither did a damn thing for me. A few covert glances let me know Ezra didn’t watch them either. He seemed to have picked a spot on the floor in front of us to focus on, but his thinned lips eventually gave way to parted as his body warmed up.
We hit the weights next, and we finished up with a fe
