[Aldo]Those full lips and a smile that makes you feel good. And how her cheeks dimple when she looks startled… how she was looking up at me before I kissed her.“Nope,” I say to my car. “Nope, nope, nope.” I get my phone out and go for Andre. I’m gonna call him. You’re gonna tell him? My brain freaks out.He picks up on the second ring. “Aldo!” he calls. There’s music behind him and chatter everywhere. He’s out. “My man!”“My man!” I say back. “I see you’ve gotten back into your old ways.”“Just out and about,” he says. “You heard of a place called Hush?”“Course I have. Luca owns it!” I yell. I’m yelling in my car even though I don’t need to. What the hell am I doing? I should just go join him…“Damn man! This place was expensive as shit to get into, but worth it. There’s women everywhere, man.”“Yeah, it’s a bit of a hangout spot for the models on the Piovere brand. Luca owns that too. Actually, Sophie is the Creative Director now and…”“All I heard was you better wear earplugs to
[Dawn]At first, I thought I was crazy, like I’d imagined the whole thing. One minute Aldo and I are in the pantry, getting hot and sweaty, tasting each other’s forbidden fruit, next minute, he’s fleeing the house, leaving me aching for him.I want to finish what we've started, but now that it’s been almost a week since the hook up. And a week since I’ve barely had a proper conversation with Aldo, serious doubts are in my head. I know how desperate it sounds; a week is a long time to get ghosted by a guy. But since I’ve been waiting my whole life, I keep justifying the silence.His phone’s been broken. He’s having cell issues. Then Andre returns out of the blue and that puts a spanner in all the works.I grunt and see that I’ve ripped the fabric apart. I’m trying to mend a small Teddy for Michael. He’s a cute little thing, with a button nose and numb hands and feet. It’s been his cuddle toy since he was a baby. Sophie says he can’t sleep without it. But he also refused to teeth on any
[Dawn]“Never,” he utters. “You were just…” but he doesn’t finish. He sighs. “Nevermind.”“No, tell me,” I push. “I’m sick of being the little sister of Andre. At least treat me like the adult version of me you decided to have sex with.” I’ve poked the bear now. His eyes flash, and I can tell his temper will flare. But I don’t care. A week of silences and excuses, a life of waiting for him to just run away.“It’s not that,” he finally says with a level voice. “It’s that…” but he still can’t find the words.I’m too frustrated at him to even wait around and hear them. I’m too hurt. I’ve got my answer anyway.He lets me walk past, and I flee the office. I feel like the biggest idiot. I feel like a selfish brat for acting like the way I am, yet in the same heartbeat, I don’t care. I feel like he led me on with all that flirting and talking. We were hot and dirty in the pantry one moment, now I just feel stale and stupid.I go to the bathroom and cool down for a few minutes before going ba
[Aldo]Andre is laying on the couch with his feet kicked off the edge. I’m sitting there tight as a spring, still reeling after my horrible discussion with Dawn. It went in the complete opposite direction of what I wanted to happen. Not that I wanted her to be in my arms by the end—did I?—but more than that, I wanted her to understand.Except that all that was understood was my stupid tongue getting tied up and making me look like an ass. The TV flashes and the person on the game show begins crying; they’ve just won a hundred grand.“Man, ain’t that a way to earn your money?” Andre asks. “You could walk into one of those game shows poor as shit and come out with buckets.”“Don’t they pay it out in installments?” I say, reclining myself back and trying to force myself to relax.“Nah man, surely not. It’d all be a lie then. Who’s gonna go on the game show to win a payment plan?” We laugh, and he goes on. “Surely they give you one of those big ass fake checks.”As if summoned, the co-h
[Dawn]She says it again, and I still can’t process her words. “What?” I repeat.“I know about you and Aldo in the pantry.” Sophie is practically beside herself giggling. She’s been driving the van at a snail's pace since getting off the highway, laughing herself stupid.I turn red, and I suppose there’s no way to cover it up or lie. “Well, yeah, we were screwing around in the pantry. But how do you know? We couldn’t see anyone…”Sophie shakes her head and laughs. “At least that pantry is getting some use. Those snacks have been in there for years.”I’m beside myself. I don’t know why I feel embarrassed. Maybe it’s because we’re laughing at my future burning up.“Look, it’ll be alright,” she says. She takes the van off to a side street and shoots out on another back road between houses and apartments. I sip at my coffee and nibble on the donut we picked up on the way. We’ve had a right morning of shipping out. We had breakfast on the road. We had toilet stops on the road. We made it
[Dawn]Sophie grins from ear to ear, however, and rolls the window down. Aldo is about to say something when Sophie cuts him off.“Morning!” she calls. “Change of plans!”Aldo’s eyes don’t even go to her, he just looks at me. The two of us stare like frozen animals on safari as the predator, that is Sophie, plays with us.Realizing what is happening, he begins to back away.“Not so fast!” Sophie says, hopping from the van and coming around to him. She gives him the keys. “You’re driving with her.”Aldo looks at me, the normally cool and calculated man is wide eyed and speechless. Then he smiles and snorts. “I’m driving the van with Andre. You’re playing a joke.”Sophie pats his arm and smiles back. “No, I’m not. You’re driving with Dawn.”“Why?” he utters.“I think we’re all adults enough to know why.” She folds her arms and cocks her hips to the side. I told you so.His face drains of color as he looks at me. I shake my head fiercely. I never told. Sophie is walking away, and he foll
[Aldo]The first few miles are awkward as hell. We’re like kids who just realized the weekend is ours and don’t know what to do with it. My mind’s racing, and I can only bet hers is too. The curve of her body still lingers in my hands and in my mind.And what an ass I am, jamming my foot in my mouth the other day, trying to explain things by telling her who her brother is…“Dawn,” I begin, overtaking a truck. “About the other day…”She looks up from her phone and waits.“I want to apologize.”“For what?” she asks.“The way I explained things.”“You mean how you hooked up with me and then explained it all as me being Andre’s sister?” her brows arch “You’re really not gonna make it easy for me?”Dawn laughs. “Hell no! What kind of apology was that?”“I didn’t get to apologize.”“And you’re trying now by bringing it back up? Unbelievable. How you kept a girlfriend for a couple years is beyond me.” she says try to bite back a smile.“Well, Lindsey didn’t make me nervous. You make me nerv
[Dawn]The whole afternoon has been a blur of laughing and talking. It felt like old times. Kind of like how our dynamic was before the hook up, except, there is the hook up between us.I think I should ask Aldo about it, I mean, does a hookup count if we don’t come? But the sexual tension over the last few hours has been growing the more relaxed we’ve become. And I’m not really sure what or where we stand on it. It’s a funny thing…We’ve stopped for gas again and a bit more food. Everything is normal between us except for the growing tension. Every time a romantic song comes on, we both look at each other. Just a little glance of recognition. But enough for the tension with its billboard sign of sex to pop up. I can see it in his eyes, and he in mine. We both remember that pantry all too well…It’s eight o’clock, and we’ve been on the road nearly twelve hours. I’m beat, and I haven’t done any driving. Not that I haven't wanted to, but Aldo insists. I don’t take it to heart because he
“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