Chapter seven - Billy

"Bill lad, I need a favour." My dad walks into my room without knocking, sitting down on my bed and by the serious look on his face, I know I'm not going to like whatever he's about to ask me. "I'm worried about Elsie, she barely leaves her room except to go to school. Has she got any friends at all?"

"How should I know dad? I don't know her." I tug at the quilt, trying to pull it over my head. 

The girl I was with last night was insatiable, she only left a few hours ago, so I need some decent sleep before I go out again tonight to find another girl. 

Since I've decided not to go after the daughter, parading half naked girls in front of my dad the morning after making them scream in pleasure is the only thing I've found that really annoys the whore.

"That's what I want to change." My dad says, his hand coming to rest on mine and I resist the urge to move it away. "I know it hurts you, but Carly's important to me and that means so is Elsie. I want you to spend time together, so I want you both to go to the cinema or something. It'll get her out of her room and it'll give us all a break from the revolving door of girls going through this house."

I have too many girls?!

My eyebrows nearly disappear into my hair at the hypocrisy of his statement.

"I know what you're thinking, you don't need to say it." He sighs deeply, blowing out the breath forcefully and I can smell the coffee he's obviously been drinking this morning. "I want better for you lad, better than turning out like me. I'm trying to change, so please, just help me out here, go out with Elsie and make her feel like part of the family."

"Fine." I hate that I'm falling for his sob story but I am. "I'll get the girl out of the house. She'll probably be glad not to hear you banging her mum anyway, so if you can get it done while we're out."

"Perhaps we could all be a bit more considerate of each other with that sort of thing." He gives me a small smile and I roll my eyes.

"I need to sleep, dad." He nods, getting up and walking to the door. 

"Oh, and Bill, I'm out with some work colleagues tonight. Carly's having a few friends around about eight for drinks. It's the first time she's had them around so please don't cause any trouble for her. It's an important meeting and I don't want to be disturbed." I don't ask who he's meeting, I'm pretty sure it's another woman but now it's not mum he's cheating on, I don't care. So I grunt in affirmation and roll over to go back to sleep, my bedroom door clicking shut as he leaves.

*

I'm showered, dressed and ready to go out. I've not asked Elsie yet but I'm assuming she'll be in her room alone like she has for the last two Saturday nights. 

I knock on her door and she opens the door in a black sleeveless top and a pair of pale blue jogging bottoms, her phone at her ear. 

As soon as she sees me standing there her brow furrows and she presses her phone to the side of her neck.

"Yes?" 

"You want to get out? Go to the cinema or something?" Her frown deepens, she looks me up and down and steps back into her room. I know she's about to say no, so I put my hand on her door and hold up my dad's credit card so she can see it. "My dad and your mum want us to do it, they're not going to let it go and we've got his card. May as well take advantage."

"Give me five minutes." She closes the door in my face and I hear her muttering quietly behind the door, whether to the person on the phone or to herself I'm not sure, but, since every girl I've ever met says five minutes and takes half an hour, I head downstairs to find something to eat while I wait.

"Are you sure he's not cheating on you as well?" A woman's voice coming from the kitchen makes me stop in the hallway.

"No, not yet at least, I've been keeping him more than satisfied." The whore and her friend giggle and then she's speaking again. "I'm having him every which way to make sure he doesn't get bored of me. Once he's divorced and we're married, I might let up a bit, but until then, I'll make sure he doesn't have the energy to even think of dipping it anywhere else."

"You're so bad." The friend giggles. "How's the boy now?"

"Look around you babe, I've landed right on my feet here. William's bank account is big enough that I can ignore his ridiculous son. As if he thinks seeing a bunch of half naked girls is going to scare me off, it just makes his dad hornier and then, oh look who's here to fulfill every fantasy." They squeal with laughter and then there's a clink of glass. 

"You're not worried about him going after Elsie anymore then?" The whore snorts out a laugh and then coughs to cover it up.

"God no, I mean he threatened for a bit, but if she didn't look like me, I wouldn't think she was my daughter, the girl's so weird. All she's interested in is her books, you know we've lived here for three weeks now and she's stayed in every night studying. I doubt she even realises Billy exists, let alone that he's an attractive, highly sexually active boy." She giggles again nastily. "Don't tell anyone, but I'd kind of like to see Billy try to sleep with her, just to see if she'd notice. I mean I love her, but her beauty is wasted on her, she's like a nun without all the religion. She'll be a virgin well past uni unless something dramatic changes."

The doorbell goes and I turn to see Elsie standing there, her jaw clenched and her cheeks bright red.

"Oh, that'll be Harriet." The whore squeals and then she's running towards us. "Oh, Elsie baby, I thought you two went out hours ago."

"Just going now mum, don't wait up." Elsie bites out, opening the door and pushing past the woman standing on the doorstep, she turns and looks back at me, gesturing towards the cars. "Are we doing this or not?'

"Yeah." I hurry after her and, as though she has no idea that Elsie heard what she was saying to her friend, her mum tells us to have a great time and then shuts the door before I'm halfway down the path.

I unlock my car, having figured Elsie wasn't the sort of girl to want to hang on to me on the back of my bike, and she slips into the passenger seat without a word. 

She's tense and I don't know if it's because of her mum, because she doesn't want to be here with me or a combination of both.

"Um… so film?" I ask, starting the car and pulling out of my drive. She shrugs, leaning her head against the window and keeping her eyes on the view as I head towards the cinema.

We look at the listings and although conversation is minimal, she does speak a little when we're discussing what film to see. We end up choosing some action thing with a lot of explosions and car chases, which isn't that bad, but I'm acutely aware that she isn't really watching it, because she doesn't react at all, not even a flinch at the unexpected bomb blast that vibrates the seats.

"Uh… ok… so, home or...?" I say, cursing my dad for making me do this.

"Whatever." She sighs and I get a blast of inspiration, grabbing her hand and dragging her to my car, I drive out to the cliffs overlooking the beach. She turns to look at me in confusion. "What are we doing here?"

"You're wound tighter than a duck's ass." Her frown deepens and she crosses her arms in front of her chest, so I hop out of the car and open her door. "Look, I get why, I do, but it's not healthy, so we're here to let loose. Cry, scream, throw some rocks. Do what you want, but do something."

"This is ridiculous, can we just go back?"

"No." I hold my hand out to her and after a deep frustrated sigh, she ignores my hand and gets out, stomping across the grass to the edge of the cliffs. 

I'm winging it right now, but she needs to let out her emotions, so I pick up a rock and aim for a bench on the edge of the beach below.

"That was shocking." She gives a wry laugh, watching as it misses by about two foot, bouncing along the path instead.

"Your turn." I hold out my hand, another rock in it and she takes it, tossing it half-heartedly towards the bench. "No way, you didn't even try then."

"Why are you doing this?" She whips around to face me and I can see her anger simmering just below the surface. 

"Dad asked me to." I shrug and she purses her lips, her fists clenching as she struggles to keep her cool. So I push her further. "Did you not enjoy the film? I thought it was cool."

"I mean, why have you brought me out here? Why won't you take me back to the house?"

"You mean home?" I grin. She flinches, showing me instantly that I've hit a nerve.

"Not my home. But yeah why?" 

"You mean why won't I take you home?" I push and she squeezes her eyes shut, breathing deeply. "Because that's your home now, I know you know that. I think you need to say it."

Ignoring me, she walks back towards the car, so I press the button on my key to lock it and she rattles the handle, glaring over her shoulder at me.

"Ask me to take you home." 

"You're an asshole." 

"Ask me to take you home. Where your whore mother is slagging us all off to her friends." 

"Don't call her that."

"She said worse." I walk towards her, three fingers raised, I count them off. "My dad, me… and you. She sat there talking shit about us all, I know you heard it too."  

"Shut up." 

"Weird, your beauty is a waste. A nun without religion. A virgin well past uni. That's what she said about you, so come on, defend that." I'm right in front of her now and I can see the tears brimming in her eyes. She needs this, she needs to let it out somehow.

"Fine, I heard her, is that what you want me to say?" She screams at me, the tears finally running down her cheeks. "It's not the first time she's said those sort of things. I know I'm weird, now, can you please take me back so I can end this humiliation."

She leans back against my car, eyes on the ground, rubbing her sleeves across her face in an attempt to wipe away the tears that are flowing freely.

"I'm sorry." She sniffs and looks up at me, confusion clear in her green eyes. "I'm sorry I said all those things, but you can't just swallow all that stuff and carry on functioning like a normal person."

I sigh and sit down on the ground, my back against my car, I hadn't planned on sharing, but it's like it wants to come out and I can't stop it.

"My dad cheated on my mum a lot, probably the whole time they were together. She never said a word about it, just pretended like it didn't hurt her and carried on, but I saw her, I saw the pain that slipped through every so often. I saw how she walked around like a robot whenever he came back from working late." I turn my head and find she's sat beside me, her back against the car and staring out in front of her, but I know she's listening. "She never said a word to him about it, because she didn't want me to know, so I did the same and we acted like this crappy happy family, for years."

"I'm sorry." She croaks out. "It was my mum wasn't it? When he said he was working late, he was with her."

"Not just your mum, but yeah." I cock my head towards her and give her a half smile, her tears have stopped, although her cheeks are still shiny and she gives me a small sad smile of her own. "You should say something to your mum. It's not right the way she talks about you."

"It's what she believes." She shrugs as though it doesn't matter. "So what can I say to her?"

"You're not weird." She laughs wryly, shaking her head like I'm talking crap, so I grab her face, turning her head so she's looking at me. "You are not weird."

"I have one friend who won't come around because my mum has noisey sex practically every night and I would rather lock myself in my room than risk going out and being like her." Her eyes snap up to meet mine, as though she hadn't meant to make that admission but it gives me such an insight into her that a wave of pity washes over me.

"You're nothing like her."

"I could be." We're both whispering and I hadn't realised how close our faces had gotten.

I'm not sure who moved first, but the next thing I know we're kissing. It's amazing, full of passion. Our tongues move against one another, hands pulling each other closer until I'm lying on top of her, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands under her t-shirt, hers pushing my hips up and fiddling with the button on my jeans.

"We should stop." I mutter, although it's the last thing I want. "Elsie, you don't want your first time to be like this."

"I'm not a virgin." She replies, having won the battle with my button, she clings to the edge of my jeans as if she's waiting for me to give her the ok. "I'm not a virgin and I'd really like to have sex right now. But if you don't want to, it's fine, we can stop and just go."

"You're sure?" I laugh, looking into her eyes. "That you want to do this, I mean?"

"Uh huh." She pushes my jeans down a little, then pauses and looks up at me. "Do you?"

"Yes." I say simply and it's like the switch has been flicked back on, our mouths meet, her hips are lifting to meet mine and we grind together. 

I don't know if it's because it's unexpected or what, but I'm harder than I've ever been, it's aching with the need to be deep inside her and when I push her down and slide my hand inside her jeans, I can feel how wet she is before I've even moved her panties aside.

"Fuck, get them off." I thought it was me that spoke but she just said exactly what was going through my head.

I peel her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them, she sits up and tosses her t-shirt to the side, reaching back and unsnapping her bra so she's completely bare to me and she's so beautiful, I want to do everything, touch her, taste her, fuck her.

"Uh… Billy?" The nervousness in her voice brings me back to reality and I realise I've been sitting there, frozen while I take in her nudity.

"You're beautiful." She blushes, covering herself with her hands, so I grab them, pulling them away. "I mean it, you're so fucking beautiful."

"Why'd you stop then?" She asks, a little shiver running through her and I realise how cold she must be.

"I was trying to decide what I wanted to do first. You got any preference?" I grin at her and her blush deepens.

"It's freezing, so no foreplay, just fuck me. Hard." 

Oh fuck me! 

I pull her head towards mine, capturing her mouth with my lips, my clothes are off so quickly I'm not sure I didn't lose a few buttons, but then I'm sliding a condom on and pulling her against me. She climbs into my lap, her wet slit moving deliciously over my cock as she grinds back and forth. Grabbing her hips, I guide her down and over me, I slip inside her easily, her warm walls perfectly snug and welcoming, like she's made just for me and I could stay here forever, but then she's moving up and down and the pleasure is so intense, I have to bite my lip to stop myself cumming already.

Her head goes back, little moans of joy escaping as she rides me. I hold her hips and enjoy the show as she uses me to bring herself close.

She lets out a little squeal of surprise as I lift her up and lay her down, keeping myself sheathed inside her.

"Hard, right?" I ask, my voice husky with desire and she nods, chewing her bottom lip. "Hold your legs up."

I push her legs towards her chest and she grips them behind her knees, giving me the perfect angle to hammer into her from above. 

"Oh fu…" Her eyes roll back and she bites down hard on her lip as her walls grip me tighter, she's climaxing already, but I don't let up, pounding against her while she spasms beneath me.

I'm so close, but I don't want to stop, so I grab her hips, twisting her so she's on her hands and knees, her perfect ass in the air offered up to me. Hiding her hips I relish the rhythmic grunts matching my every thrust.

"So… good…" I growl out, she's tightening around me again and it's taking everything I've got not to explode.

"On your back." She orders, so I pull out, lying back on the grass while she squats above me and fucking hell if this isn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Her hands land on my chest while she bounces up and down, my balls tighten and I can't stop myself, I cry out at the same time I pull her down onto me, keeping myself as deep as possible while I experience the most explosive orgasm of my life, barely aware that she's fallen into my chest, convulsing in pleasure.

We lie there in silence, still connected, while our breathing settles. She's the first one to move, standing up and letting me slip out of her and then she's pulling her clothes on, so I quickly follow suit, tossing the condom and wrapper in a carrier bag in the boot of my car.

For the first time in my life, I have no idea what to say, I feel like I should be holding her hand or something, but at the same time, I think she might not want that, so we drive back in silence.

My dad's car is in the drive and the lights are all off. I follow her upstairs, neither of us saying a thing, but I can't forget the image of her spread out for me, completely naked and I want her again, so when she turns to go into her room, I catch her hand.

She turns, her eyes full of questions and I tug her gently towards my room, giving her the option, hoping she'll follow me. 

Instead, she takes the lead, pulling me after her, straight towards my bed and I've barely got time to shut the door, before she's out of her clothes and climbing under my quilt.

Walking around the bed slowly, I hope she knows she won't be getting any sleep tonight, because I want to do everything that I possibly can to her, just incase this is the only night I get.