DawnI swallow hard, my neck tilted fully back as he leans in. My heart hammers. If I wasn’t so unsure where this was going, this would be so hot. Suddenly, Aldo picks me up, and a startled yelp escapes my mouth. His grip is firm, possessive, and I can feel his breath against my skin as he moves. He keys open the door and throws our things on the ground with controlled recklessness. My heart races wildly as he tosses me onto the edge of the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath me. In a blur, he somehow manages to close the door and hit the lights before we’re tearing at each other’s clothes like we’re starving. When he pulls me against him, his lips crush against my neck with a hunger that makes me gasp. His hands grip me hard, fingers digging into my skin, sending shivers down my spine. As he squeezes my ass, I groan into his ear, my voice heavy with need. My leg wraps around him instinctively, pulling him closer. I feel how rock-hard he is already, pressing insistently against m
[Aldo]The next day, we wake up early and are on the road straight away. We don’t talk about last night. The only acknowledgement is how gingerly Dawn is sitting on her seat.I grin widely.That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had. Not even just the first round. By the time we got to round three in the early hours, we were exhausted, but it was… I shake my head and keep focused on the road.As tired as I am, the memories that are flooding my mind are distracting.I claw my fingers around the coffee we’ve just picked up. I drink a long sip and then take one of the donuts. The rain that had promised to pour down overnight has only come this morning. We’ve got a proper storm pelting us. Dawn watches me drink my coffee and then smiles too.I lick my lips, grinning like a wolf. I’m trying to think of a fitting joke, and I can tell that she can tell that I’m thinking of one when—“Shit!” Dawn points out the windshield.I look back and see some idiot pulling out of a slip lane and into ours!I
[Aldo]“We’ll hop along until we find a gas station. Buy a few gallons of water and fill up the radiator. Then we’ll drive on and keep filling it up until we get to Columbia. Luca says he knows someone up there.”“It’s a bit of a detour,” Dawn frowns, looking at her map on her phone.“We’re diverted either way with that,” I say pointing at the front. She nods, and I look at the temperature gauge. It hasn’t budged, but I expect it to soon.We crawl along for a couple miles, and then a gas station appears. It’s a little thing but it should have what we need. I end up going with the twenty liter can plus a five liter mini. I use the restrooms to fill them both up.“Wanna pee while we’re here?” I ask, popping the hood and filling up the radiator from the small five liter can. Dawn grins and runs in to use the restroom. I empty the can and then refill it from the big one. I put their caps back on and load them into the van and slide the door closed. Just as it slams shut a hand runs across
[Dawn]With Aldo having stayed late into the night with Reggie to work on the van, we’re back on the road early the next morning. I can see how tired he is from the bags under his eyes, but he still insists on driving.I turn the radio up because it’s a bouncy tune, hoping it’ll cheer him up as we get under way. He smiles, but still yawns.“Why did you sleep on the floor?” I ask, patting his arm and yawning myself.Aldo shrugs, not giving anything away with another small smile. I try to shrug it off, but a part of me wonders is it something I did? Is it something between us? Was this all another fling?I know I’m being crazy. Or I hope…We’re way out of South Carolina by the time Aldo fully wakes up. We’ve had two coffee breaks and a second breakfast. The food has helped me calm my paranoia somewhat, but now I’m on edge because Aldo is on edge. He’s been watching our mirrors like a hawk.“So you didn’t notice the car?” he asks again.“No,” I implore. “I didn't see it. Surely you’re ju
[Dawn]I nod but don’t say anything. Aldo nods but doesn’t say anything. Suddenly everything I was thinking this morning, silly games of ‘are we together’ or ‘are we not’, seems just exactly that. Silly. I feel comfortable being in the cab with Aldo. He’s big and muscular. No one wants to mess with guys who are big and muscly. Even other muscly guys, I’m guessing, don’t like messing with other muscly guys. I don’t even want to imagine what it’d be like to get punched by one of these men. Let alone fight them. The two in the car didn’t look as big as Aldo, but they were driving past at sixty miles an hour…We’re cruising along the highway by the time I come back. And I’ve had a change of heart. Five minutes ago, I believed in thinking that what I was thinking this morning was silly, but current me doesn't think so. I’ve calmed down from our pull over experiment and want to know what Aldo thinks of us. It’s fantastic timing, I know, but I feel like we should discuss it…If not the kiss
[Aldo]“I think it’s about time we got lunch, right?”Dawn looks at me like I’m in trouble. Like it was my fault to bring up all the history with her brother. I suppose I am in a way, but I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even get to tell her about the text I received from him. About his first days with Luca. I almost crack up from the thought, but if I did that, then surely I’d be in even more trouble.Dawn just grunts at my offer of food.“C’mon. The roadhouse is just a mile away. I saw the sign for it before; Let’s get some pancakes.”“We’re stopping for lunch,” Dawn says, arms still folded. “Pancakes aren’t lunch.”“You’ve never had pancakes for lunch? Let me change that.”She twists her lips, stares out at the passing highway, then finally smiles.I grin back, knowing I’ve chipped a little bit of armor away.The mile passes quickly, and soon we’re pulling up to the enormous roadhouse area. There’s a car park full to the brim, a gas station with a few cars lined up at the pumps, and peo
[Aldo]I remember when my parents and I moving into the neighborhood when we were kids. My dad had always dreamed of moving, giving up the whole wise guy lifestyle and all.She must’ve been about five or six? Which meant that Andre was eight. I remember him from school first. At first, we kept a distance between us as we walked home to the same area. Then one day we were both buying comics at the little corner store. We became friends walking home everyday after school from that point on. Always at the end was Andre’s younger sister, home from school earlier than us, watching us through the screen door and playing with her toys. Or eating glue, as I liked to tease.Now? Now she wasn’t the girl who ate glue. Maybe that’s why it’s been such a weird and confusing time for me. My own memories and ideas of our lives were guiding me, not what the truth was now.“Should we get back on the road?” Dawn asks.“Yeah, I’d say so. We’ve still got to make time—” I almost choke out the last bit o
[Aldo]By the time we pull into the motel that night, we’ve had many hundreds of miles roll by under our tires. We’re in Virginia, having crossed all of North Carolina in one day, I am fucking exhausted from driving and being on edge.I still haven’t told Dawn about the note.Or the men.Or the fact that I did all that because of how I felt about her.Then I curse Andre again. Why the hell hasn’t he picked up all day?Dawn’s in our room having a shower while I check on the van, and I use it as an excuse to call Andre. He has not answered or replied to any of my texts. Not that I’ve outright asked him what business he’s been up to with the Russians, but he’s never been so slow to reply to anything. My paranoia over the last few days has put me over the edge.And for some reason I keep not telling Dawn. Why? What would it solve? I’d just be lumping the worry onto her, and she’s had enough of her brother. Am I using that as an excuse to not anger her again? Around and around in circl
“Yes.” My voice is almost a whisper. I can hardly hear it over the pounding of my heart. “Yes, Daddy.”He smiles slowly. “That’s good. What I really want is to be your daddy in every way, Hazel. I want to comfort and care for you, and love you, and I want to play games with you, games I think we will both enjoy, things we’ve tried out a little already. I want to be your daddy in bed, and I want you to be my little girl. Do you want that, too?”“Yes,” I breathe.“That’s good.” He takes another sip of his drink and then places the glass on the nightstand between us. “Then in that case,” he says. “You’re going to be a good little girl for me tonight.”#Xavier #it’s a relief to let go, to drop the burden of self-control. To lay down the mantle of responsibility and honour and just say, fuck it.Hazel’s safety and wellbeing comes first. I will always care for her and protect her, but knowing that she wants what I want, that she’s as eager to be my willing little girl as I am to be her b
“Hazel.” His voice is soft but censorious, a father gently correcting a child, but something inside me is breaking open; something that can’t be contained. I love him. I love him with a kind of fierceness that can’t be locked up or tamed.“Xavier.” I match his tone. “Don’t you know everything’s different between us? I can’t pretend we’re the same as we were before. I can’t pretend I don’t love you, and I don’t want to. What if it…what if it wasn’t a secret anymore?”He closes his eyes for a second and takes a breath. “Sweetheart. You know how I feel about you, but look around. We don’t live in a world where this is okay. And with your mother gone, I want you to know that I will always be there for you, okay? As…as a father.”“I know, Dad.” I tighten my arms around him, squeezing him before I ask the question that might make him pull away from me. “I know you will always be there for me. But I don’t want to stop what we’re doing. I…want you. Even if we have to do it in secret, then fin
The wedding is a short Uber ride from our hotel at a winery. Guests in their finery are milling all over the place, inside and out, and it’s clear the entire space is rented out just for the wedding. White ribbons billow from every post, and strings of Edison bulbs sway in the wind above us. Xavier doesn’t wait for a server, and walks right into the main room, ordering a scotch from the bar. When the bartender offers me a glass of wine, Xavier answers for me. “She’ll have a Coke.”We head outside, towards the back where white wooden chairs have been set out in neat rows below a makeshift ceiling of string lights, and I trail after Xavier as he circulates among the guests, introducing me to the people I don’t know and reminding me about the people I do. It feels a little like a game of make-believe, and I wonder if anyone would believe I’m Xavier’s date—except that he keeps introducing me to people as his daughter.When a woman in a headset with a clipboard starts telling us to take ou
“Babe,” she resists, blinking nervously. She knows me well enough to know when I won’t back down.I take a step forward. “I’ll call Patrick to take you to a hotel tonight.” Our family lawyer, Patrick, is well known to Melanie. “Tomorrow you’ll find accommodations for yourself. You will not speak to Hazel, you will not show up on our doorstep, and any future communication will go through Patrick.”She twists her mouth, furrowing her brow. Frustration is etched all over her face. “You could have had it all and now you’re going to throw it away?”I take another step forward, dwarfing her with my full height. “Could have had what?” I ask menacingly. “You and your daughter? She’s not yours to sell, Melanie.”“I’ll use it against you,” she threatens. “I’ll destroy you!”“I don’t care what you do. You think you can send any storm my way that I can’t weather? Do your worst. But don’t you dare try to use Hazel as a pawn.”She steps back. “You’ll have to pay me more alimony to shut me up!”“The
She sighs. “The point is this: We could both have what we want in this marriage, if you can just expand your definition of what a marriage is.”I roll my eyes, pulling my hands away. “Didn’t we try this already?” Years ago, at Melanie’s insistence, we’d tried swinging and I’d hated it.“See what you’re doing? You’re closing your mind already. You don’t even know what I’m going to say!”“Fine.”She continues. “I miss our lifestyle. I love being the wife of big, strong, rich Xavier Rochat.” The description irks me—those three things are all I am to her. “But we could lead separate, independent lives. Free to see or fuck other people if we want.”“But I don’t want that, Melanie. I’ve never wanted that.”She leans in, a satisfied look on her face like she knows she’s about to score the winning goal. “But don’t you? With me as your wife, Xavi, it doesn’t look weird for Hazel to be living here. No one will raise an eyebrow. What you do behind closed doors, no one will know about. I’m the pe
Xavier i’m surprised to find Melanie sitting at the kitchen island when I come downstairs. I’ve worked out, showered, and done a couple of hours of work at my desk but it’s still only ten in the morning. Melanie almost never gets up before noon.“Good morning,” I say civilly. “Coffee?”“Please.” She widens her eyes emphatically. “I’ve missed good coffee.”I don’t take the bait. I don’t ask more about her life in New Mexico or why she didn’t have good coffee, I don’t even return her smile. I just load up the Nespresso and pour two cups.“Hazel and I will be out today,” I tell her as I pass her a mug, and I don’t miss how her eyes flash up at me with sudden interest. “We’re going to Sarah Kearns’ wedding.”“Together?”The way she asks the question takes me by surprise, as if there’s something unusual about it. “I don’t have a date. Thought it might be fun for Hazel.”“Hm.” She takes a sip of her coffee, both hands wrapped around the mug. The oversize white dress shirt she’s wearing sli
I pause for a beat. He knows about it, of course, because he pays for it. It just seems like an out of the blue question. “About a year,” I answer.“And you take it every day? The way you’re supposed to?”“Yes.”He strokes harder, faster, his eyes glazed and distant as he looks at me. “That’s good. And when you had sex with Dante, where did he come? Inside of you?”“Yes.” For some reason, this line of questioning makes me nervous, like I might be in trouble. Lines seem blurred. But there’s an urgency to Xavier’s question; thinking about it is turning him on. “But in a condom,” I add.“That’s good,” he breathes, voice quivering. “That’s good, baby.” His brow furrows deeply, as if he’s in pain, and his breath starts coming in hard, rough pants. “Show me how good your tits feel. Squeeze them for me. Let me see you play with them.”Lifting my hands, I cup each one, rubbing and massaging them while my stepfather stares with rapt attention. I have a terrible thought, a thought I feel guilty
Hazeli wake up what feels like hours later. The lamp is still on, and Xavier and I are both sprawled out on our backs, asleep for who knows how long. My t-shirt is pulled up, Xavier’s cum drying on my breasts, and he’s naked from the waist down. If Melanie were to walk in, there would certainly be no way to hide what we were doing.I wonder idly if she could have heard anything through the wall. The house has remarkable soundproofing, but the low, guttural roar Xavier gave as he came would be unmistakable if she heard it. I kind of hope she did, I think meanly. It would serve her right to find out that I’m fucking her husband.Although… Her husband. I hate to think of Xavier that way. He’s mine in every way. Every way…except one.The sex I had with Dante last summer felt good at the time, even though it seemed like I couldn’t get the rhythm quite right, and I definitely didn’t come. But being penetrated, having a man inside of me, was a kind of pleasure I hadn’t expected—like it fulf
It’s a risky thing to say, a risky kink every time I try it out, but Hazel only flashes me a naughty look. “I don’t care,” she answers defiantly, giving my cock a squeeze.Dirty girl.She grips the shaft of my cock, rubbing her hand up and down over the fabric of my pants while I lie still, breathing heavily as she gets me erect. She releases her grip, running fingers lightly up my length and wriggling her hand under my waistband until I can feel her skin against mine. Her hand is warm and soft as she encircles my hard cock again and starts stroking it.She’s so good at making me come already. So good at taking my cock. I’m pleased and oddly proud that she’s learned so much about what I like so quickly. What she hasn’t learned yet, though, is how much her pleasure is a part of my arousal. Knowing I can make my stepdaughter come, when no one ever has before, gets me harder than anything.“Has anyone ever licked your pussy before?” I ask quietly, combing my fingers through the hair at h