Chapter Two
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Evan
I hate that shit when Rene talks about marrying a man just like me one day. It shouldn't affect me but it makes my vision turn red and I have to work on not throwing her down and fucking her into the floor. That is quickly followed by the voice inside of my head calling me a sick fuck and reminding me that I shouldn't want to fuck my ward - my barely eighteen-year-old ward.
So much is wrong with how I feel concerning Rene. It wasn't always this way. I swear it started out as me only wanting to protect her. She was young and in danger of becoming a victim because of her mother, the very person who is supposed to be there to keep bad shit from happening to an innocent child. Rene's mother was a real piece of work though and had no business being a mother.
I made a deal with the woman. I would marry her and give her a place to stay if she would let me keep and watch over Rene. I made damn sure she knew this wasn't a sexual relationship too. I had it put in the prenup I made her sign. A week later she was gone leaving me with Rene. She had already been in the process of making me Rene's guardian when she took off with her latest fuck so it was pretty easy to work with the judge, who happened to be a good friend of mine and make sure Rene would never be put in danger again. It also didn't hurt that I paid her not to ever come back.
It wasn't until last year that I finally looked up from my work long enough to notice that Rene wasn't a kid anymore. She wasn't too skinny and too awkward either. She had grown into her legs and her tits and that big wide smile of hers. I just about cut my own dick off thinking about her like that for the first time. I never thought of myself as sick or twisted but the shit I've been thinking about doing to Rene tells me otherwise.
I dream about her all the time. Feverish dreams of her with that mouth wrapped around the head of my cock as I stuff her full. Her eyes would water from having to open so wide and take so much into her virgin mouth. Fuck! Just as I'm about to cum I'll pull out and spin her around fucking her so hard and deep she can only scream the word Daddy before she wets my cock and explode deep the fuck inside of her.
"I'm going to bed. You guys don't stay up all night. Love you." I escape the room like the hounds of hell are nipping at my heels because that is exactly where I am going if I don't control this lust for my Pussycat.
Hell, just calling her pussycat is something that I let slip just a few months ago but she seemed as though she liked it. I used to call her kitten but then when things changed all I could think of when I saw her was this strong, agile, lean woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. Or maybe that's something I made up in my head to help ease the panic of wanting to fuck her six ways from Sunday.
I'm going to hell for what I've done. There is no help for me. The only thing I can do is send her away and hope I don't grow weak enough to follow her. It's a very real possibility. It guts me to bring up her leaving but I know I have to set her free. Still, the sad look that comes into her eyes whenever I mention going far away hurts more than anything I have ever been through.
She needs to be free to make her own mistakes and find someone she can grow old with. Not a middle-aged old man who’s perving on his young ward. Just the thought of Rene finding someone to...be with makes me sick. It turns my fucking stomach to think of some kid with his hands all over her. It doesn't really matter now because everybody's in lockdown and she isn't going anywhere for a while.
It's going to be a long night but I deserve to be this miserable for the things I think about when I think of her. I pull my shirt over my head and drop my PJ bottoms. I try to wear more when poor Jane is over. Although Fox and Rene call her Bunny, I can't bring myself to call her that. She's a fucking kid after all. And aren't I just the biggest fucking hypocrite in the world since she is the exact same age as Rene. Fox has it bad for her. He's been biding his time, waiting for her to turn eighteen, just like I have for Rene only he isn't a dirty old man and has a lot better chance than I do of ever having a happy ever after.
I finally fall into the one place I allow myself to have Rene - my dreams. Maybe it was because I was thinking of someone else touching her right before I made myself go to sleep or maybe it's because she is finally eighteen but the dreams are more erotic tonight, more detailed than they’ve ever been before. I always have really vivid dreams but tonight it seems they have reached a whole new level.
She's crawling on me and my hands are free - allowed to go anywhere I want them because this is a fucking dream. I rip the thin as fuck nightshirt she loves sleeping in, single-handedly torturing me, over her head and pull her closer to me. My mouth finds hers and it's just what I expect it to be - warm, wet, innocent. She doesn't know what to do with the kiss at first but I teach her with my own tongue and words designed to lead her to the ultimate goal - giving her an orgasm that is so intense she squirts for me.
I watch a lot of stuff, I have to in order to take my mind off of Rene being in the same house as me, so I am very aware of what I like and I like when the man makes his woman lose all control and she releases all that pent up cream for him. My end goal anytime I got Rene in bed with me would be to make her lose that kind of control so she would give me everything. Call me a sick fuck if you want but you know it's hot as hell.
Her soft little mouth breaks apart and lets in my hard thick tongue and I fuck into her mouth like I'm going to fuck into her sweet pussy. My hands go to her breasts, so much larger than they should be for someone so small, and I quickly find her nipples. She moans out my name, Evan. But in my dreams, my Rene always calls me Daddy.
The discrepancy is enough to jerk me out of my twilight sleep fog and jolts me fully awake but the dream Rene doesn't disappear. I still have a newly turned eighteen-year-old writhing around on my cock and moaning out my name. I am so fucked!
"Rene, what the hell are you doing here?" My hands are still wrapped around her tits and for the life of me I can't take them off. My eyes drop to where my hands are slowly kneading her soft flesh between the rough palms. Fuck, nothing should feel this good!