I do not want to tell him this part. But, figure I might as well get it over with. I really don’t want him to go looking for the information. Then if he finds her and says where we are at.
“My mother is an addict. My father was one as well. When he died, mom went off the deep end. I always thought she would at least protect us. But, when I came home and found a man trying to rape my sister, I knew I had been lying to myself. I found a little box apartment and moved River in with me the moment I turned eighteen. I couldn’t leave her there and let something happen to her. I am her big sister. My job is to protect her.”
I can feel the tears falling and as much as I didn’t want that to happen, I can no longer hold it in. I have been trying to be strong since that day. Never wanting River to see how much it’s taken a toll on me, while trying to make sure nothing in her life has changed. I could have gone to the state for help, but I didn’t want some social worker in our lives trying to ‘help’, which always ends up making it worse. I have no friends or support system. It has all been on me, and to say I am tired is an understatement. The truth is I am exhausted. But what else am I going to do?
“So, you see, I cannot move in with you. But I would love to take care of your two kids until you come home.” I stare at him, hoping he understands and still lets me work for him. I need the money to make sure River has everything she needs. Not to mention to pay for us to move somewhere else a bit safer and away from Mr. Bruser.
“Oh, sweet girl. You have just sealed your fate. You need someone to take care of you, while you take care of everyone else.” Why does hearing him say that, make my stomach do the jumpies? “Listen carefully. You are going to go outside and allow Armando to escort you home, where you will pack a bag for you and your sister. Clara will call a moving company to come and get the rest of your stuff and move it into my place.” My mouth opens, ready to protest when he stops me. “You already earned yourself one punishment. Would you like me to add another?” Well shit! I should probably say no. Right? I mean normal people would. Wouldn’t they? Why then do I want to be an extremely bad girl right now just to see what the rest of the punishment will be? I shake my head no, instead giving in to my well-behaved side.
“Good girl. Now, I have a meeting from now until noon. I will be home by 12:30. Be a good girl and grab clothes for you and your sister and then Armando will take you home. I will call my housekeeper and inform her of the new additions and make sure she shows you ladies where to go. I know you thought telling me about your sister was going to change something about the two of us, but my nymph, it just made me surer about what I already know.”
He stops right there. Doesn’t say anything else. My mind is like that of a junkie. It is everywhere trying to figure out what he is saying. Oooo...I hate it when people do that. “Now give me a kiss.” Frozen. Stunned. Shocked. If you could think of another word, it would probably be accurate. He leans over, his hand wraps around my neck and pulls me to him. When his mouth touches mine, yet again, I feel like a different person. The sensations going through my body are unparalleled. His other hand roams, going from my back to my ass, pulling me further into him. I can feel his cock poking me in the stomach and it takes everything not to drop to my knees. His tongue commands mine, sending me spinning, as the tingles work their way from my head down. I lift my leg trying to…. I don’t know what, but I know I need to be closer to him.
When he pulls back from my mouth and begins kissing my neck, I know I am going to pass out. My neck was always one of the most sensitive places on me. “Mmm… seems this is a spot for a certain young lady, I see,” he says, sucking and biting my skin.
“Y-yes.” I barely get it out as his hands travel down under my skirt. Oh God. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am. But I find myself, widening my legs, giving him further access. My arms go back around his neck and I become even more of a hussy. I moan into his mouth, not caring that I am acting out of character. Right now, nothing matters but his hands on me.