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KylieMy mind was reeling. My own mother thinks I took off with her husband? How did this become my life? To top it all off, this sudden change in Edgar was horrifying to realize. He never paid me much attention growing up. He wasn't mean or cruel, but we didn't share blood or much of a relationship. He had never nurtured me as a father, and I was okay with that. I had a dad that did that for me. Moe was everything a father should be and I adored him.Edgar barely paid me any attention. If anything, and especially when I was younger. I felt that I annoyed him a bit. I was and still am a brat, after all. I can own that shi8t. That was my thought until I came home a few months ago. Once I became aware of his intentions, I left. I had no support from Mother, so I couldn't stay there in his house. And it was his house. I was under no illusions that my mother had any say in anything but the household staff and decorating. But I especially noticed this once he started his advances. I have n
BrodyIt took a few hours but we found him. We found out a lot more too. Edgar is a sick fuck. Inwardly, I cringed. Gwen brought a thick file containing information from five different credit cards. Edgar definitely had plenty of money. The extremely high card balances were paid off every month. One of the cards Edgar used seemed to be strictly for business expenses, but the other four were used for more personal reasons. One was for clothing and online ordering for his own well-being. We focused on the last three, which were used for pleasure. Well, I guess you could call it that. Gentleman's clubs and se8x clubs, like ours here. Edgar frequented them. A lot.We had to look some of the businesses on our phones to find out their purpose. There were purchases from lingerie shops and women's clothing stores. The ones that freaked me out were the more recent charges of B D S M stores and se8x shops. Large purchases which probably meant equipment. The man was building a dungeon. And I'll b
KylieBrody and I headed towards his new apartment. He was right. It wasn't far from the house. It wasn't a large or new building, but it was well-maintained. I imagine he makes good money working at the club. It doesn't bother me that he works there with free pussy hanging all around. He's very controlled. If he's into me, then I know I can trust he won't be with anyone else. I mean I can't even get him to be with me at this point. When he says no and makes up his mind, that's it. But he's also not the kind of guy to be a man-whore. I like that about him. I imagine his body count is low. Not because he can't get a girl a night, like Oscar, but because if he's with a girl he won't play games. He's just not that kind of man.I try not to smile when I think about the conversation my dad had with me the other night. He wanted to address the fact that I had been to the club, alone. He was worried about me. Not that the club was dangerous or anything. But some people, like Edgar, for instan
HoneyYou know when a song gets in your head, but you can only remember one or two lines? Those one or two lines get stuck, and you hear them over and over in your head so much that they are driving you crazy. Then you go and find the tune on your favorite listening app, so you can just get those lines out of your head and wrap your head around the whole song again. No? Well, it happens to me and listening to the whole song usually works. Then, I can free my brain and think of something else besides two lines of random text or lyrics as the case may be.This whole week something similar has happened, only it's not a song in my head. It's my dad. Some of the things he said to Brody and me are stuck in my head, and I can't get them out. I've tried working, cleaning, taking care of the kids and Brandt. But his words on Monday are stuck on repeat.This is about my real dad. Moe has been a fantastic addition to my life, but by the time he and Mom got together, I was practically an adult. By
BrodyI didn't know whether to laugh or be pissed. Kylie was mad and pouting. She slammed out of the apartment, and I really should have brought her back in and spanked her ass, but I didn't. It was enough that I knew she had acted out. It wasn't something done in public. Well, at least there was no one around to see it which saved her pretty little ass for now. Her mouth at the dinner table the other night, however, was worth a punishment. That punishment had been stalled due to still living under Moe's roof. I'd been thinking about what I would do, and I figured it out yesterday when I was told the recliner was ready for pickup. I brought it straight here. I didn't know when I would get the opportunity to bring Kylie here, but it was a priority. I didn't even know it would be today. I had no reason to think it would be so soon. When I realized there were no workers inside, it escalated things.I can almost hear your dirty minds. I didn't do it that way for the reasons you are thinkin
RobertaI was coming to the end of my workday. I'd had meetings and clients in and out of my office all day. I had been dutifully distracted and hadn't had any time to think about all the craziness that was going on in my life suddenly. Now that I was finally alone, my mind turned toward last Friday when Chuck barging back into my life.He looked much the same as he did when he was here with us, just a little older. The years had been good to him. Really good. His sandy hair with a few streaks of gray at the temples, had been tossed by the wind. Florida had a law that you didn't have to wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle. There was a special license you had to get, but many people took advantage of it. Moe did as well unless he went on a long ride out of the county, which didn't happen much anymore. Chuck's hair had been long enough to run my hands through it and I thought back to a memory of doing just that in bed, days before he left us.I had thought back then that we had a grea
Roberta"No, Roberta, this is just the beginning."I hadn't realized I had spoken that aloud, but I didn't have time to blush even though his words affected me greatly. I couldn't think about that at the time. He'd given me fair warning and I had no intention of using my new safe word. He had unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his thighs, his gaze never leaving mine. Then he'd fisted his massive cock.I'd never seen one so large, except in p**n. He had leaned forward and ran the head of his fat cock through my folds, bumping against my clit. My hips had surged upwards trying to take him into me all at once. I'd needed to feel him inside, right at that fucking moment."Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he observed, his voice had dipped low, before notching at my center. He held me by my hips while he'd guided himself inside, inch by slow inch. I'd stretched to accommodate him. There had been a pinch of pain and I'd whimpered. He'd pulled back and gently, almost lovingly, gone ba
KylieChuck was sitting on the front porch. He'd roared up on his motorcycle a little bit ago but didn't even knock. I guess he already knows Dad and Roberta aren't here yet. I decided to mind my own business. I stayed in my room. I've got enough drama in my life.Brody punished me today, and I was trying to figure out if I was still mad about it. He left for work just before Chuck got here. I told Brody that I would stay here in the house, and I will. The only thing is, now I feel caged. It pisses me off that Edgar has caused this. Being stalked, royally sucked. I know that Stern guy is out there somewhere keeping an eye out. I let out a little giggle at my bodyguard's name and his stren countenance lived up to it. Then I sighed. I wonder what this is costing my dad.I flopped down on my bed. I was too wound up to read or even play a game on my phone. I could call Analiese or Honey but even though I was bored out of my mind, I didn't. I thought about my punishment some more. Brody kne