“I thought we discussed this, May. Staying home is not an option.” this is why I didn’t get into this. But you know what, I am also tired of him treating me like a little girl. I should get to choose where I go to school.
“No, Marshall. You yelled and dictated. That is not how this works. It is going to be going. I have to like it and enjoy it, not you. So shouldn't it be my decision? I mean, why does it matter where I go? Why do you want me gone so bad?'' I guess I have had enough. A look passes from him to my mom. Someone that doesn't know wouldn't notice the subtle fleck of a message that they share, but I noticed, and now I am more than curious. “So, are you going to tell me?'' I put my hands on my hips, so they know I am serious.
“It’s just in your best interest, honey. Now, can we drop this contentious conversation and eat.”
“Fine. But this is not done.” They are hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is.
Dinner passes without incident, and then I find myself in my room replying to that kiss. Is it normal for a kiss to make you wet? Must be, because I am soaked. Laying back in my bed, I pull my panties to the side rub the lips, teasing myself, picturing how he would torture me. My finger slides around, the sticky desire coating my whole pussy from one kiss. Sliding my finger between the folds, I gasp at the sensitivity of my swollen clit. Oh, God. Using two fingers, I attempt to mimic the way his tongue would taste me and drink me, using his saliva and my slick dew to slurp and spread it all over his face. My legs begin to squeeze together, making the friction more intense as I slide down further to the hole that he would breach, making me officially his woman.
My eyes begin to blur as everything begins to blend together, creating the best tickle everywhere. I know I am about to fall over when everything deflates. “What the hell!” I say to no one. Are you serious? I can't come? This is messed up. I have inflamed myself, and now I can’t stoke the fire without him. Typical. Everything for me has been about him for the last few years. Why would this be any different?
Chapter Three
Andrew
Four Weeks Later
The damn phone keeps ringing, and I keep ignoring it. It takes way too much energy to hop across the room. I keep looking at my leg in disbelief. I have never had an injury before. Football all of high school, and it takes a beam at a construction site to put me down. I can't help but shake my head. It has gotten significantly better. I can at least put my boot on the floor and pretend to walk. Knock knock. Seriously, I think, looking at the door. Who the hell expects me to open the door?
“Son,” my dad calls out as he uses his key to walk in.
“Yea. I am in here.” I answer from the entertainment room. It’s the most comfortable place. It has a TV, my stereo and a small refrigerator. A man cave. Too bad I still have to go upstairs to shower. Fucking leg.
“Hello, my boy,” he says, standing in the doorway.
“Hi, pops. What are you doing here?”
“Silly question. My only son got hurt. What kind of father would I be if I didn't check on him.” Yea, ok. Something is up. I can tell in his demeanor. “I haven’t been to the house since you gutted it and renovated it. It looks great.” he shakes his head as he looks around. “I will never understand where you got this talent for carpentry. I couldn’t fix a lamp if I tried.” he chuckles, as do I.
“So, are you going to tell me why you are here, or are you just going to act like this is a social call?”
“Very well.” he sits on the couch. “I need your help.”
“What kind of help?”
“I am trying to talk your sister into going away to school, but she is hell-bent on staying home and attending college.” good. No way in hell I am going to talk her into going away. Her place is here...with me.
“First of all, she is not my sister, and second, why the hell would I do that?” I ask him, not hiding the annoyance.
“That right there is why. You don’t think your mother and I know what is going on with the two of you? We have always known, and it is not right. It’s wrong as two left feet, and I am not going to stand for it.”
“Have you been drinking, old man? I am a grown man. I am no longer in your home, and you can’t come into mine giving orders. I am not convincing May of anything. She should get to choose where she goes to school just like I did. Now, I am sure you can show yourself out.” I turn to my television and dismiss him. I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is, but what he wants is not going to happen.