EroticReverie

Vaughn

It’s four am by the time I get home. Sneaking out in the middle of the night was easier than it would’ve been in the morning. She’ll probably give me shit for leaving, but I’m not interested in “meeting the parents” shirtless and sporting morning wood because their niece is hot as shit and keeps me hard the second she opens her fucking mouth and talks. 

I disarm the alarm system as I walk into my house. Then rearm it and go to head upstairs. 

“In here Son” my father’s voice startles me and I freeze. I hold my breath and then take my foot off the stairs and turn and head towards his voice in the main room. 

The fucking creep is sitting in the fucking dark. He doesn’t “wait up” for me. So he’s clearly just in the mood to start shit with me. Great. 

I see his cigar smoke billowing around him and through the air. The lights out back in the pool and the little post lamps near the garden filtering through the floor to ceiling windows and only showing me the outline of him as he sits in the chair. 

My father is a prick. He’s filthy rich in the worst way. Yes, I get it from him. The anywhere anytime anything I want motto is his. But he has no limits. I have some. Few. But some. 

Growing up his son was , well, it sucked. Lessons were taught with his fist. If I cried I was called names. Pussy. Bitch. Sissy. And worse things. If I fucked up or pissed him off he had to lie to my teachers and tell him my black eyes were from rough housing with friends. And he was no better to my mother. Rest her fucking soul. Defending her was the reason I ended up with most of the bruises he gave me. 

Not until a few years ago where I’d laid him the fuck out , knocked him out cold with a single punch did he stop throwing his fucking fists at me. He would never fucking admit it. But he was scared of me. Yet he still had the power. Because he had the money. After I graduate I’d be fucking out of here. I just had the rest of the fucking year to deal with his bullshit. Then I’d be off to college. And pray he fucking died while I was gone. But unfortunately. He was healthy as fuck so unless some freak accident happens. I’m stuck dealing being his son. 

“Yeah?” I say annoyed as I stand there and watch the embers at the end of cigar light up as he takes a puff. 

“Where were you?” He asks. 

“Out.” I say as I cross my arms and stand there. My feet stepped apart. 

“Who’s the girl?” He asks and I clench my jaw. 

“A friend.” I answer. 

“Pretty friend.” He says and I lick my teeth. 

“Yup.” I say. Because he wants my fucking reaction. 

“She the little thing your principal called me about? The one you’re screwing in classrooms?” He asks. 

I clench my jaw. Of course my principal called him. She always does. But everyone knows nothing ever happens, that until I kill someone I’m not suffering any fucking real consequences when I have the Valebrook last name. 

“No.” I answer him. 

“Don’t lie to me boy. How is she?” He asks. 

My arms drop and I can’t help the way my hands curl into fists. 

“None of your god damn business.” I growl. 

“That good huh?” He muses and I swear to god I’ll put that cigar out in his fucking eye. 

“She’s got nice tits. Cute little ass too.” He says and take one step forward. 

“Does she know?” He asks and I swallow. 

He laughs.  

“No. Suppose she doesn’t. Does she , otherwise she wouldn’t be spreading those pretty legs of hers.”  He says and I feel my nostrils flare. 

He throws something at me and it comes unraveled. 

“She smells good. Healthy little cunt on her.” He says as her panties from my bathroom earlier land at my feet. This fucking son of a bitch. I move forward. 

“Ah ah. No need to get upset.” He says and I stop. Because he promised me if I ever dared lay hand on him again. I’d be out of his house. Out of his will. 

“Easy son, I only came in them once.” He says and snarl. 

“She’s your fucking-“

“Don’t tell me like I don’t fucking already know ,boy. “ he growls. 

“Not like I put my fucking cock in her. I simply appreciated the smell of her cunt on panties she left for me on your floor.” He says and I feel myself shaking. 

“Though, I wouldn’t say no to taking her for a ride once or twice before she finds out.”

He keeps fucking going and I imagine strangling him with my fucking hands. 

“Have her take a nice little seat on daddy’s lap.” He says with a chuckle. 

“Cum right inside her. Enjoy the pussy I made.” 

He says and takes another puff of his cigar. 

“Her mother was an animal in the bedroom, is she too?” He asks. I shake harder. He laughs. 

“That’s my boy. Getting yourself some good Caruso cunt.” He says and blows out his smoke. 

“Better get it while you can son. Will she still want your dick inside her when she learns who you are ? Who I am?”

I was adopted. I have no fucking relation to Celia. I knew who she was the day she showed up. Because my father had told me. His illegitimate daughter. The “mistake” he made eighteen years ago when he cheated on my mother with Celia’s mother. 

He paid Celia’s mother to keep her mouth shut. And told her to get an abortion. Celia’s mother told him to go fuck himself. That she didn’t want a dime from him and to stay out of her life. It was one night. One affair. It’s why I hated Celia at first. But then, then I fucking saw her. Like a moth to a fucking flame. I couldn’t stay away. 

Celia clearly didn’t know. Clearly her mother didn’t tell her when she sent her for the year to finish her last year of school with her aunt and uncle while she was away. She probably didn’t want Celia to know about him. And I don’t fucking blame her. Not knowing who your father is has to suck. But knowing it’s this piece of shit has to suck even more. 

“Not even my own blood” his voice plays in my head as I replay all the times he stuck me and beat me to “keep me in line”. 

“No wonder nobody wanted you” his words sliced me then. But they don’t mean fuck to me now. 

“Tell you what, I won’t tell her she’s your sister, if you let me have some fun with her.” 

“You won’t. Fucking. Touch her.”

I growl. 

“No? We’ll see .”

I walk right over and doesn’t move. 

“Go near her and I’ll fucking kill you.” I growl. Because he was that sick. That sick to fuck his own god damn daughter. 

“Hm” he puffs his cigar. 

“Yeah. Caruso cunt will do that to a man won’t it. Make you crazy. Make you wanna risk it all.” He chuckles.

“Her mother was a great little fuck. They’re so much tighter when they don’t want it.” 

My jaw clenches. 

“You should try it sometime. Raping a pussy. It’s fucking fantastic.”

I hate him. I hate him. I fucking hate him.  

“I mean, you used to hear how much your mother liked it, even saw it that one time didn’t you boy?” He smirks in the dark and walk away before I murder him.  

“Sleep well son. Leave her panties. I’ll use them again.” He says and I leave them. Because whether he used them or not I wasn’t taking chances of putting my fingers in that bastards cum. 

“Bring her over again soon.” He says. 

“Love that little uniform on her”

He keeps going.  Fucking bastard. 

I go to my room. Shower. Don’t even fucking go back to sleep. I get dressed for school and head back out of the fucking house and go to Celia’s. Parking where I did earlier and waiting till it’s time for her to wake up.