I climb onto his big four-poster. When I was younger, I remember thinking this bed was fit for a princess.
“I want to talk to you about your birthday,” he says. “Eighteen means you’re becoming an adult now. A woman.”
My heart races. Does he know about my conversation with August last night? I’ve always been careful. We sneak past all the external cameras on our way out. I know every inch of this place. I’m not sure why the thought of him learning about our time in the pool house makes me so nervous. There’s nothing wrong with spending time alone with my new brother, but something tells me to stay quiet. I don’t like it when Daddy’s unhappy.
I lean back into the plump cushions.
I’m wearing a floral dress with strappy sleeves. It’s the same blue and white as old china with a similar intricate pattern. It’s supposed to be short, but my height makes everything longer than it should be, and it sits around my knees.
Daddy’s hand rises from beneath the comforter. He slides under the hem of my dress to stroke my thigh, and I tense without realizing it.
“Clementine.” My slight movement doesn’t go unnoticed, and his voice is firm. Commanding. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Daddy,” I say, parting my legs wider to show him I’m fine. “I’m just not feeling well this morning.”
It’s a lie. I’m feeling better than ever. Being around August does that to me. Ever since he moved in, something changed. I don’t live for the parties but for spending time with him—even if he does like to tease me mercilessly.
I’ve never wanted to fuck a man so badly as I do August. I feel like a balloon is in my chest. It grows the longer we spend together and makes me feel like I might just burst. He wants me back. I know he does. Maybe even more than I want him, but he fights it. He can’t deny that he wants me much longer. The longer he resists, the harder he struggles with it.
It’s different with August. I didn’t need to ask who he was when he showed up that night. The similarities between him and Daddy were obvious, and I always knew Daddy had a son who was taken away by an evil woman. When I saw him, I finally felt like our family was complete. Although, I’d feel more complete if he fucked me.
Daddy’s hand moves further up my thigh, squeezing my flesh, then pulls out suddenly from under my dress. His fingers go to rub the key on his neck.
“I know something that’ll make you feel better,” he murmurs.
My pussy starts to flutter with excitement.
“But Daddy,” I say, “it’s not a special day.”
“It’s the first day of summer, Clementine,” Daddy says. “What could be any more special than a new season?”
He gets out of bed and strides to the chest, moving his breakfast tray to the floor. His food will go cold, but I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to distract him from opening his special chest.
I love the noise it makes when it clicks open. I crane my neck to peek inside, but I see nothing behind Daddy’s shoulders. He moves items around, scanning his collection. These treasures aren’t the stuff downstairs or the ones he sells. These are custom-built for me. Daddy is an intelligent man. He certainly knows how to make good machines.
“Ah, yes,” he mumbles. A few seconds later, he takes out an item. “This will do nicely.”
I crawl to the edge of the bed to get a better look at what he’s holding in his hands. “What is it, Daddy?”
I squint and frown. It’s different from his usual implements. They’re usually colorful and curved or metal, like the clamps and spreaders. I’m not sure where this one is going to go. It looks like an oxygen mask from a hospital show, but smaller.
“This is going to make you feel really good, Clementine,” Daddy reassures, approaching the bed again. His eyes shine the same way August’s do, and I get wetter thinking about August’s cock bobbing in the pool. Whenever I think of him, I can’t help getting turned on. “Be a good girl and lay back for Daddy. Put your head on the pillow and pull up your dress for me.”
I do as he asks, hoisting it to expose my red panties. They’re an expensive brand. One of Daddy’s friends bought them for me to wear.
“What about my panties?” I ask.
“Take them off too.”
I slowly roll them down to expose my pussy. I’ve been getting waxed ever since I started getting hair down there. Daddy’s friend used to do it. He liked coming to see me until the hair stopped growing back. Daddy was angry at him when the visits stopped, but I didn’t mind. He gave me wax burns once, and after that, I became apprehensive.
I sink into the bed. It’s the most comfortable mattress in the world. A big fluffy soft cloud. It’s been a while since I played with Daddy. I was beginning to think he was getting tired of me, but I haven’t minded since August has entertained me.
Daddy pulls a chair over to the side of the bed.
“Good girl, Clementine,” he says. “Now turn around to face me so Daddy can get a better view of your pussy.”
I swivel, taking the pillow with me, and spread my legs. He chuckles as he places the unfamiliar mask over my mound. A black tube comes off of it like a telephone wire, and it has a shiny beetle-like vibrator in the center that nestles against my clit. Two wires run from it to a remote and bulb Daddy holds in his hands.