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Gideon
Ihadn’t been introduced to Ingrid when she’d been down in the lower forty-eight for business, but the second Dad’s eyes gleamed while telling me he’d met a rich woman, I knew I would be uprooted.
More like he took a chainsaw to the tree trunk of my life and toppled me into a pile of shit.
We drove up to Alaska to stay just two weeks after having dinner with Ingrid and her daughter. A small moving truck with all our belongings from California packed in tight carried us far from the sunshine and into the frigid cold. Dad had sold off most of the shit that had belonged to his ex-wife three years earlier, but seeing as how he loved to play the stock market—and lose—with whatever he didn’t gamble away, he’d become desperate, leaving us with next to nothing.
Not even a goddamn car.
Sure, we had nice threads, name brand shit, but little else.
I wondered if Ingrid knew or if Dad was so good in bed she didn’t care he brought nothing to their relationship beyond a grand facade and his dick.
Same as her stuck-up bitch of a mom, Addilyn didn’t give me the time of day while I helped the house staff unload the truck. Her best friend, Jenny, however, couldn’t keep her eyes off me as I carried box after box up the winding stairs leading to the second floor.
Eventually I sweated enough that I tore off my sweatshirt, and my t-shirt plastered to my upper body, giving the curious girl an eyeful.
I’ll admit—her stares stroked my ego. Made something about that first day in our new home not so bad after all.
The bedroom I’d been assigned shared a bathroom with Addilyn. A fucking Jack and Jill bathroom of all things. Talk about a dangerous situation—of the best kind for me. Like a sick fuck, I hoped she didn’t understand the need for locks. Maybe I would get lucky and catch her naked and wet from the shower a time or two before she learned to always lock doors against horny bastards who would love to steal the purity Ingrid had bragged about.
At least there was no door direct to the hallway so Dad couldn’t oops in on her like he used to do to the last girl. God rest her young soul.
Jenny ended up sleeping over even though it was a school night, and I could hear the girls giggling in the bathroom while getting ready for bed. I’d gotten most of my shit put away and had zero fucking wish to go downstairs and socialize with Dad and Ingrid, so I did what any pervert in my shoes would do.
Ear pressed to the door, I listened in on the younger girls’ conversation.
The princess and her friend whispered low enough I only caught my name twice. Hot and gray sweatpants were mentioned, then V-card—that was definitely Jenny’s voice—and Addilyn’s fake gagging noises immediately after.
Grinning, I carefully tried the door handle—locked, damnit.
The toilet flushed. Water ran.
Seconds later, the lock beneath my hand clicked free.
I waited for the noise of her bedroom door snicking shut before letting myself into the bathroom they’d vacated and filling my lungs with the scent of female and toothpaste. Unlike my sis, I left the door unlocked.
Let her walk in while I showered and jerked off. Maybe she’d get caught like a deer in headlights and watch me blow my load while I groaned out her name.
Dick officially hard and dripping for some much-needed action, I climbed into the glass enclosure and used her peach-scented conditioner to lube up my dick. I didn’t bother being quiet as my spunk shot out past my fist and disappeared down the drain a few minutes later.
Maybe the little virgins on the other side of the door were sick fucks like me and listened in. Maybe my groans and grunts while coming made both girls’ panties wet to the point they’d secretly finger themselves beneath their blankets once the lights went out.
Balls emptied and body beat from the long as fuck day, I crashed onto the queen-sized guest bed I got to call my own. At least until late spring.
Unless Ingrid wised up and got sick of Dad’s bullshit before he put that platinum band on her left hand.
Fuck, I hoped so.
A few days after New Year’s was the date they’d set to get hitched. Dad claimed a quiet affair at the courthouse would be best. He assured her there wasn’t a need for a prenup, and she seemed so damn fucking gone on him that I expected she’d agree. He wanted to marry the love of his life and grow old and gray together, I’d heard him whispering to her over the phone before we’d even visited Alaska that first time.
Lying asshole.
Kept me close to her though. The snobby princess I feigned indifference toward. The too-young thing I shouldn’t have fantasized about sticking my dick into while jerking off. The tits I’d imagined while shooting my spunk in the shower. The mouth I saw in my dreams before waking up hard as hell and ready to bust a nut the next morning.
Fucking Addilyn Reed. Only fifteen, not legally fuckable in the state of Alaska, but all woman and quickly becoming a hated obsession.
