EroticReverie

Lacey Lane

"Seriously?" I roll my eyes and look at my father across the dinner table. 

My two brothers arent as upset about the news as I am, and roll their eyes at me and keep eating their dinner.

"Yes Lacey, seriously" my father mocks my whiney tone and I cross my arms and sit back in my seat. 

Apparently a friend of my fathers from college, who was his brother in his fraternity, is getting divorced from his wife, and him and his son need a place to say, and  my father has oh so graciously offered to let them move in with us until he can find a place. 

"Why dont they just stay in a hotel ?" I huff. 

It's already me, my father Paul, my brothers Peter and Connor in our house. The last thing I want is more fucking males in my life when the three of them annoy me enough already.  My mother is a total bitch, and divorced my dad for the fucking pool boy and left with half his money and left her three kids behind to start a new family. 

"Because , he can't save money if he's living in a hotel." he says, his tone growing frustrated. 

"Is his son at least hot?" I ask, with the idea of throwing him off, making him think twaice about letting a boy who might possibly be my age into our home, sleeping under the same roof. 

"I might end up pregnant." I say and my brothers jerk their heads to my dad, fighting back laughter as he drops his knife and yells my name.

"Lacey!" he reprimands. 

"What?" I ask with a shrug. "Just saying dad...teenage horomones and all...might want to reconsider." I say. 

"First of all, you don't talk like that at the fucking dinner table." he seethes. 

"Second, his son has already been warned." he grits his teeth. 

"The heart wants what it wants pops" I say with a shrug. 

"We might not be able to control ourselves."  I say and he huffs and my brothers eye me, warning me not to push our father. 

Peter and Connor are both twins, twenty one year olds, and I'm seventeen. 

"How old is he?" I ask. 

My father gritts his teeth. 

"Twenty one" he says his jaw clenched. 

"Hmmm, perfect" I say  and my father slams his hand down on the table and I give a satisfied little smile and shrug again and pick up my fork. 

"Do you know if he has big feet?" I ask. 

Connor snickers and Peter's eyes go wide and my fathers voice booms, making me jump slightly. 

"ENOUGH LACEY" he says and I sigh. 

"I should probably make sure I start taking my birth control on time huh?" I say and watch my fathers face go from red, to looking like a flaming hot cheeto. If he was a cartoon, steam would be coming out of his ears. 

Two Days Later

It's not that there isn't plenty of room in our house, I just really like how our house is now. The dynamic between me , my father and brothers is perfect. I don't want another adult male in the house, cause I feel like it's just going to be awkward. Is he going to think he gets to tell me what to do? 

My bedroom sits at the front of the house, overlooking the circular drive. My father is the CEO of one of the biggest record labels, so we live pretty well, and maybe I'm a brat for not wanting two extra people in the house, when there's room for god damn nearly half a fucking city in this home.  I sit on the satin cushion covered bench by my window and watch as a small uhaul pulls in the drive, my brothers already outside to meet Ace Brooks, and his son Todd Brooks. 

The two days of waiting gave me enough time to sort of settle into the idea, and honestly really did find myself hoping that at least his son would be hot and give me something to occupy my time with. Just flirting of course. Maybe. 

Apparently Ace, the father was a cop, so I can only imagine how strict he was, and wondered just how straight laced his son would be. Would he be a good little boy or rebel against his father, or would he fall somewhere in the middle?  Me and my brother werent terrible kids I guess, I was probably the most wild, but sometimes I wondered if I was considered wild just because I was girl. One that liked to have fun. 

A black pick up truck pulled in behind the uhaul, and I watched and waited not really able to see what either of the drivers looked like. 

I sat up straighter when the drivers side door to the truck swung open, trying to peek for my first glimpse. 

My jaw dropped when a tattooed guy in a muscle shirt got out of the car, with what I assumed was long hair , because it was pulled back into a man bun. and shit....that wasnt usually my type, but the boy was buff. A lot more muscle than i've ever seen on any other guy around my age. 

My eyes darted to the uhaul drivers door that was opening and I actually audibly gasped. 

"holy shit" I whispered to myself, my jaw dropping when the fucking father got out.

I almost wanted to smack myself, or rub my eyes to make sure these two werent a fucking mirage. 

Both were taller than my brothers who were 5'10, if I had to guess they were both a few inches over six foot. Ace was taller than his son, I could tell when they both walked up to my brothers, smiling and greeting them with handshakes. 

"Fuck" I watched as each tan male, shined pearly fucking whites at my brothers. 

Ace looked like a fucking GQ model, and was wearing jeans and a plain white t shirt,, and his shoulders and biceps were deliciously molding the shirt to his skin.  His wife was a dumb ass. I mean sure , I had no idea why he was getting divorced, it could totally be his fault. Infidelity,....I look at his large hands that pretty much engulf my brothers when they shake hands. Or, maybe his dick is too fucking big for her, I thought, giggling to myself. 

At that second Ace looks up to my window and jesus fucking christ, I wanna hang a poster of that man on my wall like a fucking middle school girl and kiss it everynight before going to bed. He was gorgeous, him AND his son, what the hell was my father thinking? What did I do to deserve this fucking torture? These two were living here? And one just HAD to be too old for me, AND a cop? I couldnt flirt with a COP. Handcuffs flash in my mind and I whimper. 

Ace lifts his hands and waves, and my brothers turn to look and his son looks up too. 

This was bad, so fucking bad. I needed to definitely stock up on batteries, and charge the fuck out of my other toys, because I had a feeling, little Lacey was not going to let me get away without fucking myself stupid every night thinking of those two.