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I lifted my thumb and touched her bottom lip before I could stop myself. While pulling her lip down, she stuck the tip of her tongue out to lick me, and the sensation went straight to the head of my cock. Her eyes met mine, and she blinked rapidly, inhaling quickly. I started to lean in so I could capture her breath with my mouth, but just as I did, she grabbed her bag and fled the library.

What was I thinking?Thank fuckshe left before I did something. This girl was trouble for my family. If Gianna or Barrett caught sight of me with her, that would bring even more cause for concern for her safety. People like the mayor, like my father, didn’t let problems just exist. They’d take her out.

Maybe I just needed to get laid. It had been a few weeks since I’d been with anyone. I’d have to think about what to do with Gianna. I needed to think. Try to come up with a strategy.

I headed to my sanctuary, the observatory in Springfield. It was still two hours from closing, which would give me plenty of time to sit under the stars and ponder.

If I didn’t do what Gianna asked, she would come after Dan and Aaron. Ultimately it would hurt my mother. I knew how she operated. There was little escape. She always knew how to gain the upper hand.

I remembered a freshly fifteen-year-old George. One whose only sexual experiences were fingering Katie Lane in the back of the gym and getting a sloppy blowjob from Nadia Burke in my garage. I may have not even kissed a girl then.

Gianna flirted with me even before she married my father. At first, I didn’t pick up on it, too naïve at fourteen. Her hugs would last slightly longer than usual. Her fingers crawled slower up my arm.

When my father announced that she and Alenna were moving in, I was so anxious that I started vomiting every morning before school. Then before every football game. Everyone thought it was just nerves about player performance. Coach picked up on it and sent me to the counselor, but I didn’t talk. She told the coach that if I wouldn’t speak, then therapy wouldn’t help.

Gianna would “accidentally” walk in on me in the shower or when I was getting dressed. Her towel would “unintentionally” slip off when she had just bathed. I hated that I got boners from it. It was so confusing to hate my own body that way.

Then, she started to get friskier. Cornering me and pressing her lips to mine. I wasn’t sure what to do. She was my father’s wife. She was much older than me. It felt very wrong, and I didn’t like it. But my body betrayed me, and she would take that as confirmation that I was into it.

The first time she kissed me, she made me cum in my sweatpants by writhing on my crotch. She was so satisfied with herself. I pushed her off and ran to the toilet to lose my lunch.

I tried to find ways to avoid her, always having Dan with me or Aaron. Always trying to visit my mother or be at school. Hoping my dad would be home more. She would find me whenever I was alone and then visited in the middle of the night, creeping into my bed when my father was out at “work”.

“You ever eat pussy, Georgie?” she asked me the first time she sneaked under my covers. I shook my head. She pulled down her panties and laid back on my bed, curling her finger at me.

“I don’t think I should.”

“Oh, you don’t? Well, I’ll tell your father you’ve been messing around with me, Georgie. Who do you think he’ll believe?”

She was right. I was a guy. I was supposed tolikeit. I was supposed to brag about my first time making out and getting touched by a seductive older woman. Instead, I felt confused. Like, what waswrongwith me that I was so anxious about it? I felt like I’d failed everyone in some way for not being able to stop it. For not getting off on it. Wasn’t Isupposedto be into this?

Things continued with Gianna shoving her pussy in my face any chance she got. She’d give me blowjobs, laughing at me when I’d blow my load and moan. The first time I had sex was with Gianna. She acted like a stern school teacher through the entire two minutes it lasted, especially when I rolled her off me so I could vomit on my rug. I was hoping she’d go away after that. But her predation continued. On and on… for years.

I tried locking my door. She just used the key to open it. When I put a chair in front of it, she waited until I was by myself, then jumped me. If I threatened to tell my father, she’d say she knew he would believe her over me. I couldn’t tell anyone. She was the shame etched into my soul.

Anytime some girl at school would come forward about a male teacher or older man abusing her, I would be filled with jealousy and outrage. Why couldn’t I do the same? I knew what would happen if I did. I’d be seen as a “lucky guy” and get comments like “what’s his problem” and “if only I’d had a stepmom like that when I was his age”.

I was too naïve to think Gianna would leave after they divorced and never come back. Now, I knew I had to return to my prison once again to save my family.

CHAPTERFIVE

KINSLEY

Drivingover to my childhood home, I hadn’t decided what exactly I would do with the charm bracelet when I found it. Gripping the steering wheel tighter as I approached, I hoped my father wouldn’t be there. I was luckless, though. Since his youngest, Sarah, was born, he worked from home to helpBethany.

Parking in the driveway, I sat in my car breathing deeply for a long minute before stepping out. Driving was already stressful enough for me. I was too reactive whenever a car horn blared or when the traffic lights changed colors. Regulating my breathing, I approached the front door.

It felt odd to ring the doorbell of a place that was my own. Staring atmyfront door from the guest side made the ire within me rise to the outer edges of my scalp. The fact that it was my own fault for being on the wrong side of the door made me want to run. I’d need to do sixteen—no, twenty miles later.

Bethanyanswered the door. Not Beth.

“Oh… Hi, Kinsley. Um, did you call your father?” Her curvy figure stood in front of the doorway, blocking my entrance.

“Should I have?” Was I supposed to schedule appointments to see my dad now?

“No. It’s just…” She sighed and flipped her dirty blond hair over one shoulder. “Come in, but be quiet. Sarah is finally down for a nap. Junior and I are doing our tactile activity for the day.” Bethany opened the door a little wider, enough for me to have to ease past her. “He’s in his office, busy on a meeting call. Better wait in the kitchen, and I’ll text him to let him know you’re here.” She followed me through the house. My father’s son sat at a little kid’s table near the breakfast area, smearing paint on paper. He glanced up at me, then looked away. I felt the same.

“Actually, I just wanted to get something from my old room.”

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