[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
[Aldo]Where’s Dawn? The van? Are the men here? But it’s none of that. Dawn is standing over me, grinning, a wicked sparkle in her eye. She’s just locked my hands to the bed. “I understand that today was a tiring day for you. And the one before.” Her voice is low, husky, dripping with mischief. She moves around me, her finger trailing along my body, slow and deliberate. That finger traces down my t-shirt, grazing my abs before sliding over the waistband of my jeans. She gets to the end of the bed and pulls off my boots with an almost teasing slowness, like she’s savoring every second of control she has over me. Then, just as leisurely, she lets her finger travel back up the other side of my body. “And since our first night together, the urge has only gotten stronger between us. Even if you’ve been naughty since.” My breath hitches as her touch sends a shiver down my spine. My mind is spinning, still slightly on edge, unsure if I’m being attacked or seduced. But my dick? He
[Aldo]Then her mouth is on me, hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head in slow, torturous circles. Her hand strokes my shaft while she sucks, her other hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently. “Fuck, Dawn,” I groan, my head pressing back against the headboard. She releases me with a pop, her lips slick and shiny. “Not yet, Aldo,” she whispers, her voice like honeyed sin. She climbs onto the bed, straddling me. Her heat is so close, I can feel it. She lines herself up and sinks down onto me in one slow, deliberate motion. “Holy shit,” I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily. Dawn moans, her nails digging into my shoulders as she begins to move, grinding her hips in slow, circular motions that have me biting my lip to keep from losing it. “You like that?” she asks, her voice low and breathy. “You know I do,” I growl. She smirks, leaning down to bite my lip again. “Then be a good boy and don’t come until I say.” And Cristo, I don’t know if I can, not with
[Dawn]In the longest road trip I’ve taken since I was a kid, I feel like I’ve barely said half as much as I did back then. The silence between us is almost suffocating, heavy like the humidity of a storm that refuses to break.After our night of sex, Aldo is still paranoid and awkward on the road. Even after we talked to his parents and Luca. It’s like every time we get in the car, he transforms into someone else—someone distant, locked inside his head. I’ve tried everything: talking, not talking, even sharing pieces of myself I’d kept buried for years. But nothing sticks.The rumble of the engine vibrates through the floor, filling the space between us. Outside, the highway stretches endlessly, a ribbon of gray under a pale, washed-out sky. The monotony of the road mirrors the emptiness I feel when I glance at Aldo, his profile hard and unreadable.I know he’s not telling me something, and it eats at me. The tension coils in my chest like a spring, tightening with every mile.For
[Dawn]Aldo is searching his mind for the correct response. He can see my neck bulging and my temple flashing with a pulsing vein. My anger is a live wire, crackling through the confined space of the car. I’ve gone from zero to one hundred over my damn brother, and my frustration is practically vibrating off me.That’s when the car horn blares.And another.A car veers sharply into our lane.Aldo slams on the brakes, and the force yanks me forward in my seat. The seatbelt digs into my chest as I instinctively grab at the dash, my fingers clawing for stability. My heart rockets into my throat.Then Aldo swerves hard left, the tires screeching against the asphalt as the van swings violently to the side. I see it clearly now—them.It’s the men from the car!The Russians Aldo’s been paranoid about. They’re grinning, laughing like this is all a game to them. My stomach twists in a cold knot as they swing back across, aiming straight for us again.“Shit,” Aldo spits, his voice tight with fu
“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