KEIRA Several minutes had passed, and I was growing impatient, losing count of the number of times I had checked the phone. When Clint had not yet replied, I picked up the phone and dialled his number. I held my breath as I waited for him to answer. Finally, his voice came through the line. "Clint..." was all I could say. "Keira? I was about to call. My God, where have you been? I have been trying to reach you for days. What's wrong?" he asked urgently, his voice full of concern."My father had taken away my phone," I confessed. "What?" he says, sounding shocked. "Keira, that's horrible. "I need your help," I interjected, my voice shaking. "I need you right now. If I don't see you today, I might die." "Don't say that, Keira. We just need to get Calvin and then your father can see the sacrifices that we made on his behalf." "Clint, you don't understand. I cannot wait till then. You need to come over now, or I might harm myself. I can't take the frustration anymore." "Keira, cal
KEIRA "How do you feel now?" Clint asked, stroking my hair.We were in my room, safely locked away from the most staff and annoying security guard. We had asked them not to mention the incident that afternoon to Papa. Clint had tucked me into bed and had washed my face with a wet towel, ensuring I was given anything I wanted. I felt great, and I let him know. He smiled at me in return, silently watching me. "I could be better, though," I mentioned, shuffling to sit up. "Oh, you want something else?" Clint helped me up. When I rested on the headboard, I nodded. One look at me and realisation settled in his eyes. "I want to fuck you." "Keira..." he whispered, visibly turned on. "That is what I want, Clint." I had moved closer while speaking, so close that I felt the heat from his breath. I let my voice trail off. I raised up my gaze, begging him with my eyes to take me.For a moment, I was afraid that he would reject me, but he leaned forward and kissed me. I was triumphant as I
KEIRA Just as I moaned and approached climax, he pulled back and began to once again slap his now sloppy wet cock all over my face. It hit me harder this time. I gasped in the throes of pleasure as he hit me with his meat, begging him to do it harder and faster while I came on my fingertips. I felt my pussy flood with warm fluid as I orgasmed, and screamed in ecstasy. Rather than relieve the pressure of my horniness, the orgasm only made it worse, and as I gasped and came down, still feeling Clint's cock rubbing my face, I knew I needed more of his thick member.Pulling my hand from my skirt, I suddenly removed his hand from my head and stood up on shaky legs. Unzipping my skirt as I turned around, I shimmied the material down as far as my thighs, revealing my large white bum and glistening pussy lips as I rested vertically on the wall, arching my bum as far as they could go. Leaving no time for second thoughts, I reached back and grabbed his massive dick like a handle, pulling him
KEIRAI was sad to see Clint go. But we both knew it was best he left before Papa got back. After sharing a sweet, lingering kiss, I felt a rush of euphoria that carried me through the rest of the day. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and the world felt full of possibilities. As I savoured the happiness that came from our encounter, I could not help but reflect on the contrast between Clint's warm presence and the looming shadow of my stepbrother, Calvin.In the tranquil confines of my home's kitchen, I sat down to enjoy my lunch, a buffalo chicken grain bowl, basking in the peace that Clint's visit had brought. The familiar surroundings provided a sense of comfort, and I allowed myself to relax, my worries momentarily forgotten.The taste of my food seemed richer, each bite savoured with newfound joy. As I looked out of the kitchen window, my thoughts drifted back to Clint. His smile, the way he made me laugh, and the gentle touch of his lips against mine replayed in my mi
KEIRA I had been sitting on the couch in the living room, engrossed in a novel when I heard Papa's voice calling out to me from the hall. "Keira! We need to talk this instant!" My heart sank. I knew what this was about, and I had been dreading this moment, but now it was here. I stormed up the stairs to pack anything important that I would need when the shrill sound of a cell phone ringing broke the silence. “The police,” Papa’s assistant informed him, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Papa had taken the call and I strained my ears to listen in on the conversation. “Alright, officer. Thanks a lot.” I heard him say and end the call. “Keira,” Papa called out softly. “Come here, please.”Reluctantly, I descended the steps and walked to the doorway where my father was waiting. He held a cell phone in his hand, and his face was grim. "The police just called," he said. "They have caught Calvin." I felt a rush of relief mixed with dread. On the one hand, I was glad that the man who had
KEIRA Goosebumps peppered my skin as I looked at Clint, my eyes wide with shock and fear after hearing that I would need to testify in court. I felt overwhelmed, and mostly terrified with the idea of facing my step-brother in such a public and confrontational setting."Keira," Papa sighed as he took my hand in his. "You can't just say no. You need to do this."I shook my head vigorously. "I said no." "It will be okay, Keira," Clint said, trying to reassure me. "You need to testify, Calvin needs to be held accountable for what he did to you." Papa nodded, agreeing with Clint. I shook my head, my voice trembling with anxiety. "I can't do it. I just can't." "You can, and you must," Papa insisted, his gaze unwavering. "Your testimony is crucial in this case. It won’t be in our favour if there are no key witnesses." Tears welled up in my eyes as I adamantly refused again, my voice growing more insistent. "No, Papa, you do not understand. I can't face him in court. I can't relive thos
KEIRA In the quiet intimacy of Clint's bedroom, the air held a mixture of tension and vulnerability. I lay beside him, the weight of unspoken words lingering between us. Clint, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, finally broke the silence."Keira, I can't help but feel that you have not truly healed. It is as if you have used me as a glue, holding together the fragments but not addressing the broken pieces underneath." Clint took a breath, the weight of his concern hanging in the air. "You need to make amends with your father," he said, his voice gentle but firm.I turned my head to look at him, a trace of hesitation in my voice. "Clint, you do not understand. I have never opened up to my father about the dark things Calvin did to me."The room seemed to shrink as Clint absorbed my words. He reached out, his hand finding mine, fingers intertwining. "Keira, you can't carry that burden alone. Your father deserves to know, and you deserve the chance to heal."A heavy sigh escaped my lips as
KEIRA "Are you ready for this?" Clint asked, glancing over at me. I nodded, but my grip on my purse was tight. Clint was driving me back home to have that talk with Papa, and I was not exactly sure what to expect. I was uncertain how he would react to what I would share with him. But I knew I should not keep it a secret any longer. I had to tell him. "It is time he knows the truth," I said, shaking slightly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Clint smile proudly, then reach over to caress my thigh, lending a silent vote of confidence. The anticipation hung thick in the air as we arrived at the compound and approached my father's mansion. I was sure my uncertainty was palpable because Clint held my hand, letting me know he was a steady pillar of encouragement by my side. As we walked through the doors and into the living room, Papa sat on a sofa, immersed in the daily news. "Hey, Papa," I greeted, a hint of nervousness in my voice.Papa looked up from his newspaper and set it aside