The first time by Bunny’s barking and Dad’s yelling, like it was somehow my fault.As usual, he accused me of shit I hadn’t done.Ever since his girlfriend and her kid had moved in, I wasn’t allowed to have guests sleep over or even come over because it set a bad example.At twenty-two, I never expected to end up living at home again.But Dad refused to pay for college accommodation if I was failing.
I’d failed one class.One class, and now I was stuck at home.
Ever since I’d moved back, there’d been weird shit happening.
I glanced at the wardrobe door, which always hung open a crack, and the old fear that something would slide out during the night returned and made my heart kick over.
Fuck that.I was not a kid.And I wasn’t going to let Bunny’s barking and some bangs freak me out.
I gave my dick a couple of strokes and closed my eyes, trying to find the mood.Again.
So what if something was watching?
I let the idea form that there was a monster in the wardrobe spying on me jerking off.If I gave it something, a show, I’d be left alone.
I licked my lower lip, warming up to the idea of having a secret watcher.Of this being the price of safety from the monster.I glanced at myself in the mirror, slicking pre-cum down the shaft and tugging roughly to the tip.I imagined him transfixed, as he gripped his cock and joined in.A groan slid past my lips.
I turned as if offering my ass and grabbed my briefs from where they lay half hidden beneath my dressing gown.With my ass toward the door, it was far too easy to imagine the monster in my closet hard and ready to fuck me.
I bit my lip as I came, catching most of it in my briefs.
For several seconds, I remained there, breathing hard.I glanced over my shoulder, not sure what to expect, but there was nothing there.I shook my head and laughed at the fucked-up fantasy.
There was no such thing as monsters, and if there was, they had better things to do than watch me rub one out.Did monsters have new stepmoms and stepsisters?Did they get in trouble for failing classes?
I pulled the plug out, wincing as I’d gotten a bit overconfident with the new, thicker toy.As much as I wanted to go to bed, I needed to clean up.I did not want to leave any evidence, so I kept my toys very well hidden.Dad would pitch a fit and ban them if he found them.
I sighed and stood, making my way to the bathroom.At least I didn’t have to share.And while I appreciated the privacy of having my own space, it also made me feel as though I was no longer part of the family.Dad had a new one, and I was an unwanted reminder of the past.
I took a quick shower, dried off, and padded back out to grab the dirty laundry and toss it in my hamper.My dressing gown was on the floor, but my briefs were gone.I turned around and walked back to the bathroom, thinking maybe I’d taken them with me.No briefs.
My bedroom door was shut, so unless Bunny had learned how to open and close doors, she hadn’t taken them.I checked that the privacy lock was still turned.Which it was.
Which meant my new stepsister hadn’t gotten in either, and I doubted she’d take my underwear.She was far more interested in my models, each one made of metal, bent and curved into shape, and slotted together.I’d made buildings, insects, and even a dragon.I glanced at the ink on my arm.
Mom had liked dragons.
Dad had yelled at me when I’d gotten the tattoo done.It was as close to hers as I’d been able to get, pieced together from a couple of photos.Dad acted as though he wanted to erase her existence.Which meant I was more determined to keep reminders around, especially since my new stepmom had moved in.
I doubted my model dragon had eaten my briefs.
I slid open the wardrobe door.There were no clothes on the floor, though some of my shoes were messed up, but Bunny was always sticking her nose into cupboards and under beds.
For several seconds, I stood there, doubting my memory.I’d started, been interrupted—I swear Dad possessed a sixth sense for when I was having any kind of fun—and I’d pulled on briefs and the dressing gown.I’d learned the hard way not to face his wrath underdressed.When I’d returned, I’d stripped off and made the most of the mirrored door.I had definitely used my briefs to catch my cum.
This made no sense.
About as much sense as feeling as though I was being watched.That I remembered.I shut the wardrobe door and frowned as it rolled open, leaving an inch-wide crack.It had been like that since I moved in and never bothered me.I rolled it closed again and watched again as it slid open.
I grimaced and then stepped into the wardrobe and peered out.Technically, someone could’ve watched.I shook my head.This was fucking weird.No one had been in my wardrobe, and no one had stolen my underwear.
In a last-ditch attempt to prove I wasn’t losing my mind, I stepped out of the wardrobe and crouched to check under the bed.
I blinked, not sure what it was, only that it wasn’t my underwear.A glimmer or a gleam?A shift in the light.Then nothing.
A shudder rippled over my skin and coiled in the pit of my belly, awakening some primal memory that I couldn’t place and didn’t want to remember.
Chapter3
