EroticReverie

*commissioned*

After having sex with Jess I went downstairs. 

The thing was, me and Jess weren't quiet. Our parents were home, and I didn't even care. Cause I blamed them for what was happening. 

I walked into the kitchen in my boxers, hair a mess, with Jess asleep upstairs.

My mother had already gone to bed apparently because she wasn't downstairs, which means she walked right past the room as her kids fucked each other. 

"I trust you're using protection at least."  my father says flatly , sitting at the kitchen island on a stool reading a newspaper. 

I'd planned on simply ignoring him, but the bottle of water in my hand is at a standstill as I freeze. 

I turn my head to him, and he doesn't look up. I'm stunned. I expected them to hear, but I didn't expect...this. The complete disregard for what was happening. I was speechless. I just stood there, staring at him. 

The newspaper crinkled as he turned the page, and without looking up continued to speak. 

"Not only would a child be a terrible mistake, but you may want to protect yourself from catching anything she may have." he says and skims the paper. 

My jaw clenches and I imagine diving across the counter and strangling him. 

"Do what you will together. But I will not be a grandfather to an inbred, nor do I need my only son infected by a whore and unable to breed an heir to this family when he ends up finding a suitable wife." he says plainly. 

That's what I was. A way to carry on his bloodline. I was nothing more than a carrier of his DNA. And it wasn't the first time he'd called Jess a whore. My father hated women. His own wife and daughter we no exceptions. Honestly, our mother was probably a good woman before he broke her. But we'll never know, because now she's a just a medicated shell of woman, that he pumps full of filler and botox to keep her looking as young as possible. 

"And for heavens sake, I hope you two are more discreet in public than you are in my house." he says. 

I just blink. Rage flooding every vein. 

I could fucking yell. Spit in his face, tell him that he did this. He made us this way, he broke us. Tell him that he never should have had kids, because he didnt really want them. He just wanted to have someone to carry on his shit familys blood line. His entire line was cold, and heartless. Our grandfather was a fucking bastard just like our father. 

"Is she any good at least?" he asks flicking the paper. 

"She sounds it." he says , still not looking up. 

"Guess she wasn't an entire waste after all." he says. 

I still stand, and my jaw is so tight that it hurts. And tears prick my eyes. My father has never shown Jess any form of love. He housed her, and fed her. That was about it. He'd told me when I was young that she was a mistake. Simply because she was a girl. Told me that he wanted my mother to abort Jess, simply because she wasn't the boy he needed to take his legacy, carry on his line and name. 

I'd already made a promise to myself that I'd never let his name carry on with me. I'd take my wifes name when the day came. I'd throw away everything ever having to do with him.  

I'd made myself numb to his lack of emotions, he crudeness, and just down rights ruthless and heartless comments. But Jess, as much as she tried to make herself accept that our father was NOT a father. She still held that hope, that childish hope, of a little girl that was never loved by her father, to finally come around, wake up and see the light. 

"I hope there is a such a thing as hell." I say quietly. 

He pauses and lifts his gaze from the paper to me. 

"And I hope you end up there for eternity." I tell him. 

He tilts his head. 

"Maybe we'll be room mates Justin." he says. 

My jaw ticks. 

"Because I don't think heaven would let in boys who screw their sisters." he says and I feel my nostrils flare and my breath comes through them with an angry force. 

"Calm down Justin, your whore will be there too." he says and gives a slight smirk and looks down at his newspaper again. 

"She'll probably end up there before you though....if we're lucky." he says. 

I wanted to kill him. So fucking bad. It was the first time I'd thought about. Not at all. I'd imagined murdering my father more times that I could think and dont even remember how young I was the first time I envisioned it. It also wasn't the first time he'd made a comment to me or straight to Jess about how it'd be easier if she just wasn't around. 

He was beyond cruel. A true, living monster. 

A quiet choked sob, makes me jerk my head, and I hear footsteps quickly retreat.

Jess. Fuck. And I don't know how long she was standing these. Not that it matters, whether she heard it all or just some, it's not good. 

"Go on....go play big brother to her Justin. Maybe you can fuck the sadness out of her." he says to himself. 

I  walk over, more like fly around the counter, his eyes widening as I reach out and push, pushing him off the stool. 

He's knocked back, crashing to the floor in his suit and I bend over and grab him by the suit jacket and haul him up, his head jerking back. 

"Women aren't worth it." he reminds me. 

"Never let a woman be the reason you make any decision." he would always tell me as I grew up. 

"Go on do it. And you can kiss your inheritance goodbye." he snarls. 

The inheritance, that only I got. When I turned 21. 

Three fucking years away. 

Three more years of this fucking bastard. Unless he dies first, which I could only hope. 

"I pray everyday that you die." I grit my teeth. 

"I pray everyday that your car's breaks stop working....that your plane goes down......that someone who hates you as much as me, takes you out.....you're not a man......" I snarl. "You're trash....and you can take your money....and shove it up your ass." I growl, and swing my hand back , making a fist and watch him flinch, and that enough....that momentary loss of power....it's enough...for now. 

I lower my fist.

"You ever....say another shitty thing about her....or to her. I will do more than put a fist to your face. Accidents happen father. And sometimes...people make them happen." 

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Once upstairs I find Jess in her bedroom, face down, sobbing into a pillow. 

I don't say anything, because there's nothing to say. I won't make excuses for him to make her feel better, or try to justify it to try to ease the hurt inside of her. I refuse to feed into the hope she still carries. I won't fake it for her. 

I just get on the bed, and lay beside her, on my back and stare at the ceiling and wonder how so many people who dont want kids, have them anyways. How terrible parents can have multiple children and people who want nothing more than to have kids, struggle to have them. 

"Let's go to the beach house." I say quietly. 

Her crying pauses. 

She sniffles.

"what?" she asks, lifting her head and looking over at me but I keep my eyes on the ceiling. 

"Let's just go to the beach house. Let's pack our shit. And go live at the beach house. I'm 18 now, and it's not like they'll stop us. They'll be mad they didnt think of it first. " I say. 

She sniffles. 

"You mean like....live there?" she asks and I nod once. 

"We don't have money." she sniffles. 

"He'll give it to me." I say, knowing that even though I just threatened him, he will do whatever it takes to keep his heir from rebelling entirely. 

I turn my head. 

"But no more drugs. No more drinking." I tell her and she blinks at me. 

"I like drinking." she says. 

"Yes. I know. But I'm not going to be your parent anymore Jess." I tell her. 

"I can't do it. I'm exhausted." I tell her. "not just taking care of you...but...fucking life." I say with a sigh and turn my head back to the ceiling. 

I feel a tear slip from the corner of my eye.

"Justin..." she says quietly, and I know she sees it, not only because of the softness in her voice, but because she slips over to my swipes the wet line of the tear with her thumb and then kisses it. 

"I'm going to try...I really am." she says. 

I just nod once and close my eyes. 

"Can we take care of each other?" she whispers. 

I open my eyes and turn my head, looking into her eyes.

"You dont have to be the strong one all the time...you can cry..." she says. 

"They don't deserve our tears." I say and look back the ceiling. 

She reaches down and grabs my hand, handling it. 

"Then the tears can be for me..." she whispers. 

"But you shouldnt hold it in all the time...you can't stay sane that way." she says and I give a slight laugh. 

"We're a long way from sane already Jess." I tell her and she too gives a slight laugh. 

"I just mean....I worry about you too....I just....promise me you're not leaving me...the way nana did." she says. 

Our grandmother on our mothers side, was a saint, but she was also depressed. I think watching her daughter turn into a robot for our father hurt too much to watch. She ended up swallowing a bunch of pills and took her own life. 

"As long as you promise me the same." I say and squeeze her hand. 

"I love you too much to ever leave you." she whispers.

I turn my head to look at her. 

"I know I shouldn't love you the way I do. But it's too late. You're all I have." she says. 

I pull her to me, and let her lay her head on my chest, and I pet her hair until she falls asleep. 

I quietly pack our things in the middle of the night. Of course not everything, but the things we needs, clothes, toiletries, our laptops, and things of that sort. 

I leave a hand written letter on the counter. Simple. To the point. 

"We're staying at the beach house. Don't know when we'll be back. Please don't contact us." 

After I pack the things into my suv, I wake up Jess, and she blinks sleepily at me and l tell her we're ready to go.

"What ...right now?" she asks , stretching. 

I nod. "I packed some of our things....what we need...left a note....let's go."