Her age, and the fact she’s my stepdaughter didn’t even come into the equation when I darted across the room and snatched her wrist up in my hand, stopping her from ending that livestream. I had to touch her; there was no other choice. I thought that if I did, if I caved into my sexual desires for her, I could chalk it up as a weak moment and a mistake on both our parts.
But it’s not.
All it’s done is make me crave more of her.
The look on her face and how her body reacted beautifully to me degrading her is something I’llneverbe able to forget.
Although now, all I can think of is the thought of her waking up this morning and feeling some kind of regret, and I can’t bear to face her if that’s the case. Her body was unreal, like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and not at all like I’d imagined being under her clothes.
I could’ve stopped it.
Ishouldhave for fucks sake.
When I saw that tiny silver bar pierced through her clit, I was done for, a man possessed, and in that moment… she belonged to me.
Jack, you need to get a grip, what would your childhood priest say about this behaviour.
My phone chimes loudly beside me, jerking me out of the trance I’m in, and when I begrudgingly flick my eyes to look at the screen, Ellis’s name lights up. Maybe talking to my brother will help distract me momentarily. Either that or he’s going to do what he always does… and rip me a new one.
I pick up my phone and slide my thumb along the screen to answer his call. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” I smirk.
“I need some advice,” he states matter-of-factly, a slight agitation to his voice.
“On a Friday morning? I thought you’d be hungover in a ditch somewhere after your team’s win last night. Congratulations by the way.”
“Thanks… I am… but that’s not the point.”
“You’re pregnant?” I joke, because it’s rare that he ever calls me for any kind of advice, and there’s no way I’m about to pass this up.
“Yes, you’re about to be an uncle,” he drones sarcastically. “But it’s more serious than that.”
I chuckle briefly. “Alright, advice about what? Talk to me, little brother.”
“Fuck, I hate it when you call me that, but… well, it’s—”
“Fuck me, spit it out, I’ve never heard you this tongue-tied.”
“Shit,” he grumbles, which only makes it seem more serious. “It’s about doing something I know I shouldn’t be… because I can’t, butreaaallywant to.”
“I’m not sure I’m the best person for you to talk to about this right now, Ellis, considering I’m in the same situation… or worse.” I groan, slouching back in my couch and widening my legs for better comfort.
Ignoring me, he continues talking. “There’s this guy, and he’s young… like really young, and—” He pauses briefly. “Hhhold on!” my brother exclaims, and I realise then, that anything he planned on talking to me about is completely out the window now. “What did you mean by that? You’re my brother, you’re always the right person to talk to about shit like this, and…” Hearing him say something like that isn’t unusual for him, but it still warms my heart none the less. “Jack? You there?”
“Huh?”
“Huh?” he mimics. “What’s going on with you? And how are you in the same position as I am?”
“Ignore what I—”
“Ohh no, there’s no way that’s happening. My issues can wait; I want to hear this. So, spill it.”
“You’re such a gossip queen.”
“You know it.” He chuckles. “So, what’s the problem?”
I clear my throat, taking a few seconds to mentally prepare myself for what his reaction is going to be. “Well, you’re asking me for advice on whether you should do something you know you shouldn’t be, but I’m kind of already in that… or past that situation, I guess.”
“You guess?”
