As my rational brain kicks in, I try to pull myself away, but she pushes my hand back. I’m strong enough to overpower her, but the pleading look in her eyes makes me stay. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Stay,” she urges, rocking against me. Her pussy swells in desire, and the thin fabric disappears into her wet slit, allowing me to feel her silky outer lips as she rolls against me. “Please, just a little longer...”
This isn’t the same as me touching her, right? Her cheeks flush as she sighs and continues to move against my fingers.
“Yes,” she moans. “That feels so fucking good.”
I want to slide her panties to the side, slip into her wetness, and taste her sweet juices, but I don’t move. Her stare meets mine, and I’m fucking mesmerized. We’re transfixed on each other as she continues to move and pleasure herself against me.
“August!” she cries my name as she comes undone.
Holy fuck. I’ve never been so turned on before. What does that make me? Does it make me as bad as the others? Does it make me as bad as Dad?
While her chest is still heaving, I yank my hand out of her grasp.
“Where are you going?” she calls after me as I storm away.
I don’t answer.
CHAPTER4
Clemmie
I can’t sleepand rock my hips against the pillow to chase away the emptiness August left in my pussy. His fingers felt even better than I imagined, but he ran away.
How good would it feel if he touched me of his own accord? My thighs tense and quake as I rub my throbbing clit against the cushion until I come over the thought of him.
I expect he’s back in his bedroom, wallowing like he always does. He doesn’t understand how good we have it. We don’t speak much in the main house, preferring to talk in the pool house at night when we can be alone.
August almost stopped resisting today. I could sense it. I wanted him to let go of his worries more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but he is too controlled in his actions. He had to be growing up with his awful mother who kept him from us. The only good thing to come from her was August—even then, Daddy isn’t fond of his son. Maybe it’s because he reminds him of the person he used to be.
The early morning sun streams through the gap in the curtains. We have a party to look forward to this evening. It won’t be as good as the special event Daddy is planning for our birthday. He told me it would be a surprise, and he will buy me something special. Butterflies flutter in my stomach at the prospect.
There’s a knock on my door, and I jolt upright.
A voice comes from the other side, “Clemmie?”
I smooth down my hair and roll out of bed, wearing an oversized T-shirt that drowns me. It’s white and thin, so thin that my nipples are visible.
I push the door ajar, raise a finger to my lips to quieten him, and whisper, “What are you doing here?”
Daddy will be in his workshop at this hour, busy working on his computer or inventions. As well as making the best toys on the planet, he’s building a website that’ll change the world. I don’t understand the details. He says I don’t have to. A pretty girl like me doesn’t have to think about things like that. All that matters is that I know how to part my legs on request.
August edges inside, slipping through the gap. For someone large, he can creep like a giant cat. I click the door shut behind us and start to speak, but his rough hand muffles my mouth.
“Shh,” he purrs. “I want you to listen, not talk. Do you understand?”
I smell him—earthy, oil-stained hands from hard work and something else. I can’t describe it, but one sniff is enough to make my panties wet again. I want to breathe him in, savor his scent, and let it consume me.
My head is dizzy, but I nod in understanding, and he takes his hand away. I put two fingers to my mouth and make a zipping motion to show I’ll be quiet. His gaze lingers on my chest, and his Adam’s apple bobs in longing. Why do we have to talk when there are better uses for our mouths? I hope he’s come to apologize for his rudeness last night.
“I want you to leave with me now,” he says in a low, menacing tone. “I’ll get the car ready. We don’t have to take anything with us. We’ll go far away from here and won’t look back. I don’t want you to go to one of his parties again, Clemmie.”
My lips part, but he presses his hand over my mouth again.
“I’ll be outside in two hours,” he growls. His eyes burn into mine. “Put some clothes on.”
I wiggle my eyebrows and look downward to make a point, making him sigh.