EroticReverie

Lacey

“Your room is right here.” My uncle Archer says as he drops two of my suit cases on the floor outside of a bedroom on the second floor. 

He pushes open the door and I walk into a bedroom that looks like it definitely belongs in a house consisting of only men. There’s dark navy bedding on a wooden bed. A dark colored dresser. No art or anything at all on the walls. No decorative pieces or throws on the dark brown loveseat in the corner of the room.  It was spacious at least. 

“Bathroom is right there.” He points to a door across the hall as I follow his finger. 

“Kanes room” he points to a door further down. “And Gages room” he says pointing to another door that’s on the same side of the hall as mine. “And mine” he says point to the door at the very end of the hall. 

“Thanks” I say shortly and grab the handle of my suitcase and pull it into my room and he grabs the other. 

“Listen Lacey, I know you don’t want to be here.” He says. 

Was it that obvious? I roll my eyes at his oncoming speech.  

“But you’re gonna be here awhile so you might as well drop the spoiled princess act now.” He says and I let my hand fall from my suitcase and turn to him and stare back at him. Making sure he sees the fire in my eyes. How dare he. 

“I’m not spoiled.” I say angrily. 

He lets out a laugh. “Sure.” His brows pop and then just shakes his head. 

“Just…..get yourself a good nights sleep, and make sure you’re up by six am.” He says. 

I turn back to him quickly just as I was starting to walk over to my window. 

“I’m sorry? I thought you just said six am.” I say. Hes out of his fucking mind if he thinks I’m getting up that early. 

“I did.” He says and crosses his arms in his white shirt and red and white flannel long sleeved with his dirty dark blue jeans.

“Well. I won’t be up at six.” I say. “That’s for sure.”

“You will be. Or you’ll go right back home to your mother and father. And I’m guessing they won’t be forking over that money you want if you go back before the years up , now will they?” He says , threatening me. 

“Nobody gets up that early.” I still argue. 

“We do. And now, so do you” he says. 

And with that, he leaves the room and shuts the door. 

I was a bit of a wild child. Sure. But every teenager in L.A was. My parents were two of the most famous actors and I grew up in a fast lifestyle. Going to parties I shouldn’t have been at, my parents too naive to the dirty world they took part in. Their sleazy friends sneaking me drinks or a puff on a cigarette or a joint. Doing my first line of coke at thirteen with one of my dads directors in a bathroom at our house , where the man then shoved his tongue down my throat and his hands down my pants, asked me if I’d had my period yet. When I told him yes. He told me that meant I was old enough and the proceeded to place me on the bathroom counter, take his cock out and put himself inside me.  He’d came all over my pussy and thighs and told me not tell anyone. As lots of the men that came after him did as well.  

I never told my parents. Because, I was scared they’d hate me for it. Because I didn’t want to ruin their lives by telling them the people they worked for and surrounded themselves with were dirty and diddled young girls. 

My parents are good parents. They’re just a bit flighty, and live with their heads in the clouds. I didn’t want to taint their picture perfect lives with the things that men they knew did to me. Didn’t want them to know how their little girl had become a victim of hollywoods elite. But as I got older. I cared a lot less. By the time I was sixteen my parents knew i was partying and sleeping around. They did everything they could to try to control me. But their jobs kept them away a lot. I was too into drugs to care how much it affected them. 

I got clean earlier this year , as far as the hard stuff. I didn’t want to end up looking like I was sixty at thirty. Or die before I even hit thirty. When one of my best friends had overdosed and died. That’s when I stopped with the drugs. But. I still partied. Still slept around and still got drunk. 

I was eighteen now and my parents didn’t trust that I was responsible enough for them to release the millions of dollars they put into a nest egg for me. I had to “prove myself” to them. 

So here I am.  In the middle of bumfuck nowhere in Montana, living on a farm with my uncle and two cousins. Whom I’ve never even seen since I was six. 

Archer was my dads step brother, and they weren’t close, but they weren’t estranged. Just busy with their own lives I suppose. 

So lucky me, being given the chance to “prove myself” by coming to live with my uncle and cousins for the next year. To live on some hillbilly farm. I walk to the windows where there’s a door that leads out onto a small balcony, so I open it up and let the sight steal my breath away. 

I’d seen the mountains as we drove. All of the lush green of the trees. Dark green, emerald , light, so many different shades of it. But looking out the back of the house. There’s a wide expanse of open grass and about a mile out there’s a lake or a river , I can’t tell with the way it curves around a large mountain in the middle. You didn’t see things this pretty in LA or Hollywood. 

There’s a slight nip in the air and the breeze sweeps along , blowing fresh air into my face and deep into my lungs as I draw it in. Actual fresh air, not the polluted smog of a busy

City.  Just air. 

The wind whips my long dark hair back and pinches my nipples with temperature and I smile and close my eyes.  The sun starting to set behind the mountain in the distance and movement draws my eyes down and I almost step back and away from the gaze of a guy down in the grass off to the side , looking over at the house. Looking at me. 

He was shirtless. In blue jeans with a white t shirt hanging out of his back pocket. He was tall. With short dark hair and scruff on his face just like Archer. Except I doubt his had any grey peppered in it. His shoulders were broad. His chest and torso tight and muscular along with his arms. He looked like one of those models you see on the front of romance books. He walks over slowly and I don’t take my eyes off him. My pussy giving the sight of him a round of applause as he comes closer and closer and I can see the curves of his abs and muscles more closely and the sweat that shines on them. 

He stops when he’s a few yards from the balcony and looks up. 

“Take it your Lacey then huh?” He says as he looks up with a smile. Maybe they weren’t hillbillies after all. Cause he had all his teeth. And they were as white as snow and shined bright against his tanned skin. 

“The one and only.” I say with a slight shrug. Trying to not let on that I’m currently fantasy fucking his hot face with my pussy. Gross Lacey. This is your cousin. I scold myself. But my pussy heats and dampens my panties anyways. 

He gives a light laugh at my response. 

“Gonna come down from your castle princess? Say hello to me?” He asks. 

I let my lip lift in a slight snarl at being called princess. 

“Don’t call me that.” I say making him smirk. And i realized I’ve only now given him ammo on how to annoy me. 

“Your dad told me to get some sleep.” I say. 

“You don’t strike me as the kind to do as your told.” He says. 

I cock a brow and lean against the wooden railing. Placing my forearms on it. Letting my cleavage press together between my upper arms. 

“How do i strike you? farm boy.” I say. 

He laughs and I watch him lick his lips. 

“Trouble.” He says and I just cock my head not agreeing or disagreeing. 

“I know I’m not wrong either.  That’s why you’re here after all.” He says and feel my nose scrunch. 

I didn’t like the idea of them judging me before they even knew me. Just going on what theyve heard or read in magazines or online. 

“If you already know so much about me. Why would I need to introduce myself?” I ask. 

“So I can get a better look at ya.” He says and I just look at him. A hint of flirtation in his eyes and his voice. 

“We’re a little far up north for you to be into that hillbilly incest shit.” I say. 

At that he barks out a laugh. 

“You’re no more my cousin than a stranger.” He says. 

“So, you’re hitting on me? Seriously?” I ask. 

He shrugs. “Maybe”

I roll my eyes. 

“No thanks.” I say. “Nice meeting you, cuz” I say and turn and walk back into my room with a smirk on my face that he can’t see.