EroticReverie

Ace Brooks

Paul's sons helped us move in and I couldn't help but wonder why his daughter didn't come out to introduce herself throughout the entire process. "Spoiled" is what Paul described her as. I'd seen a few pictures of Paul's kids over the years , but the last time I saw a picture of Lacey, she was probably 12 or 13. I chuckled when we waved to her in the window and she didn't wave back. Paul had warned me she wasn't too keen on the idea of us moving in. It was hard to see her with the reflection of the sun on the glass, so I was hoping she'd come out and introduce herself to me and Todd, but no such luck. 

We drove from Pennsylvania, all the way out here to California to move in. Even though Paul and I had ended up living on separate sides of the continent after college, we'd always stayed in touch, and were still best friends. So he was the first person I told about my divorce with Maggie, and at the very mention of having to find a place, he offered without hesitation. 

So here we are, moving into a mansion with him and his kids. My son decided to make the move with me, and he was twenty one, not even a kid anymore, so his mother couldnt say shit. Plus Todd was still pissed at her for cheating on me, but if I'm being honest, I knew it was coming, and was surprised she hadnt strayed sooner. 

We refused to let Paul pay for movers, so I felt guilty now that he made the boys help me and Todd move our boxes of shit in. We only brought our clothes, personal things, and electronics such as his gaming systems, our computers, and such. 

After moving the boxes to each of our rooms, and christ, our bedrooms were as big as one floor of my home back east. Paul had done well for himself, not that I hadn't but a cops salary wasn't all that fucking great, it was decent and livable, but it wasn't CEO of a record label good.  The boys invited us to go out for pizza and beers. 

Being that we were starving, but exhausted. The boys offered to pick it up and bring it back , and pick up our preferred beers on the way.  I liked the fact that it seemed the three of them would get along, Todd and Paul's two boys, being the same age, being that they probably held the same interests, women, women and more women, i had doubted them getting along would be an issue anyways. 

I shoot Paul a text, letting him know that we got it all moved in, and tell him of the boys plans for dinner, then slip my phone into my back pocket and stroll through the hall , looking at the paintings.  I make my way downstairs, and make sure not to get too nosey and wait for the full tour later at some point. 

I look at the few small picture frames on the large floor to ceiling book cases and find a few of Lacey on the built in book shelves . I chuckle at the one I remember Paul showing me years ago of her standing in the bathroom, with a fist full of her own long brown hair in one hand, and a pair of cutting scissors in the other. 

I stroll along looking at other photos, most of them taken when the kids were young, and I notice none of the pictures include Donna, his ex wife or the kids mother. 

The next picture I find, my eyes pop and my brows lift. 

It's a picture of Peter and Connor with Lacey at a beach. The boys both holding their sister horizontally. As she props her fist on chin, pretending as if shes just laying somewhere relaxing while one of them holds her torso with both arms and the other holds her legs. 

Her long brown hair hangs and she's laughing , her teeth straight and blinding white against her tan skin, and I cant help but look at her body. I know it's wrong and I remind myself that I should not be perving over my best friends daughter, especially since I have no idea when this picture was taken. But her tits look fucking good in her little bikini top, almost spilling out, and I pick up the frame and study it closer. Jesus. Paul had warned me that Todd would have to stay away from Lacey, but fuck...I found myself thinking some dirty fucking shit about the things I wanted to do a set of tits like that. 

I put the photo back , not allowing myself anymore perv time with my best friends daughters photo. Jesus, disgusting. I shook my head. She's seventeen Ace. Seven fucking teen. You're a fucking creep. I reprimand myself. 

I decide I need to get some fresh air so I make my way through to the back of the house, all glass windows, and can see the large yard, the patio. and as i open the door and walk out, admiring the California sun beaming off the ocean ahead, my eyes drift further down the property to an infinity pool, that has those same damn tits , sitting pool side in an even smaller fucking bikini than the one in the photo I just saw. 

"Jesus christ" I mutter under my breath, looking at her laying back in a lounge chair, wearing sunglasses and a large brimmed floppy hat.  She definitely doesn't look seventeen, and my cock agrees when it twitches in my jeans, pressing against the zipper.  This summer would be absolute torture if I had to look at that body everyday. 

I watch her lift her head and look in my direction , so I lift my hand and give a little wave. 

"i'm Ace." I say walking over the lawn and towards the pool.

"I know who you are." She says, and I stop a moment. Alright little girl. You want to be a brat? Go ahead. 

"Your brothers and my son Todd went to pick up pizza and beers for dinner." I say and walk over and fuck if I don't let my eyes look her tight body up and down. 

"Fantastic." she says with an uninterested tone. 

"I'm seventeen. I can't drink beer." she says. 

I chuckle, slightly, because she knows I'm a cop, but what she doesnt know is her father has told me all about her fun she likes to have. 

"Yes, I know how old you are." I say.

"Hmm." she says and pulls the large hat off and pulls the sunglasses off and look up at me. Fuck her eyes are gorgeous. Big brown eyes narrowing slightly. 

"If you know how old i am...then you probably shouldn't be looking at me like that." she says , and I jerk my head back in surprised. This little bi...

"And how am I looking at you Lacey?" I say and cross my arms, and I don't miss the way her eyes go to my arms, and I fight the smirk I want to give her. Shit, was I really toying with jail bait right now? 

"Like you're debating whether or not seeing me naked is worth ending up listed as a sex offender." she says and my brows lift and I can't help but laugh. I'm fucking shocked, but fucking impressed at the same time at her quick tongue. 

"You father told me you were a bit crass." I say. 

She shrugs. "I'm a lot of things Ace Brooks, jail bait being one of them." she says and gives the slightest bit of a smirk. 

"Can't go to jail for looking at you with a bikini on." I say and her jaw drops slightly and she blinks up at me. Clearly she thought I wouldn't admit to it, clearly I'm playing with fucking fire. I didnt know this girl, and I didnt know if she'd tell Paul that I'd laid eyes on her and admitted to checking her out. 

"Arent you a cop?" she asks , schooling her features, playing it cool again, playing it disinterested and slightly bitchy. 

"Yes." I say. 

"Is that why they call you pigs? Do all of you look at underage girls like you want to fuck them?" she asks and I raise my brow, my cock fucking pushing against my zipper even harder.  I don't know why but her insulting me, is really fucking doing it for me. 

"You've got a smart mouth." I say. 

"Sure do." she says and slips her sunglasses back on. "Too bad i'm seventeen, or you might have been able to try to talk me into to doing things with this mouth to tend to that growing problem in your pants , pervert." she says and I let out a huff of a laugh at the audacity and mouth on this girl to play fucking games with me. 

I just watch her as she sits there, the sun hitting her already tanned skin, watching it glow, and now looking at her mouth, and it's a cute, hot little mouth. And now she has me wondering just what she can fuckin do with it. God, I was going to hell. 

As I turn to walk away, not sure of what else to say, at a loss for fucking words at this point, and then she calls me. 

"Oh...Ace?" she says and I turn back half way turned looking partially over my shoulder. 

"Yea?" I ask. 

"My mouth, as well as the rest of me....turns eighteen in six days." she says without even looking at me. 

I let out a chuckle.

"Even then , I wouldnt touch you doll face" I say, trying to get myself to believe it more than her. 

"hmmm...guess we'll see, wont we?" she says. I just laugh.

"guess we will Lacey."