Page 4 of Such A Filthy Girl

‘Touch yourself, babe,’ he muttered, the words the only noise he made. I hadn’t known sex could be so quiet until we were together.

Perfunctory.

In out. In out. In out.

I took his hand and slid it over one of my tits, using my fingers to make him knead the flesh. I pressed harder, sliding my other hand between my thighs to take advantage of his cock at least.

‘Harder,’ I moaned, arching back against him. He slid his hand back onto my waist, his tempo remaining as steadfast as always. I swore he had one of those tempo setting clickers in his head.

Still, thesex was…fine.

It did the job. Expecting more was probably unrealistic after two years together. At least we were still doing it, right?

He filled his condom with a small grunt, and I clenched my muscles to give the impression of an orgasm, too tired to bother pursuing a real one.

THREE

LEO

Grace giggled as my father pulled her against him.

I focused on the buttered toast a few inches from my face, trying to avoid their sickening glee. I didn’t begrudge them their happiness, I found it somewhat remarkable that they were still so into each other after ten years of marriage.

It wouldn’t have been a problem if I could leave the house. I should have moved out long ago and left them to their canoodling.

I’d tried. If nothing more than to see my girl.

Every time I tried to step over the threshold my body would shut down. Shakes. Sweats. My heart racing. Vision swimming.

After she left for college, I tried harder. I’d once made it two steps before vomiting all over the doorstep.

‘Did you get your tux sorted?’ Grace asked me,extracting herself from my father’s grip and joining me at the breakfast bar.

‘Yeah, Charlie hooked me up.’ The old tailor had been a little handsy when he came to do my fitting, but at least he was willing to do home visits.

‘I’m so excited to have Estella home,’ Grace gushed, an excited smile filling her face. My step-mom was like an older version of Estella. The same thick blonde hair, the same sparkling eyes, the same laugh. A constant reminder of my girl. Like having her absence rubbed in my face. Knowing that just because my father met Grace before I met Estella, he got to live out my fantasy. He got his lovely, bubbly blonde where mine was forbidden. His lust had resulted in a blissful marriage, where mine made Estella flee.

‘Me too,’ I said. And my step-mom had no clue how much I meant that. I couldn’t wait. Hell, I’d even text her the previous day to wish her a merry Christmas. It had gone unanswered, as usual. The cameras had left me unsatisfied, bar a brief and disappointing looking fuck with her boyfriend on Christmas Eve, I hadn’t seen her since.

I itched for a glimpse of her. Itched enough that I’d called Maddie in for an emergency session.

My dad grabbed a slice of toast before joining us. ‘You’re not going to hide upstairs on those bloody computers while we have people over, are you?

You’d think I spent my time watching porn and whacking my meat all day from the way he spoke aboutmy work. Unfortunately, success was an expectation when your parents are wealthy as opposed to something to celebrate.

‘I’ll be at the party,’ I replied.

‘Being sociable?’ My father’s eyebrows rose.

‘Something like that…’ I couldn’t exactly tell him that I intended to be balls deep in my step-sister as the bells tolled midnight.

My phone dinged.

Maddie had arrived.

Maddie’s heelsclipped on the back stairwell, echoing up into my sitting room.

Closing my eyes I imagined that it was Estella, that she was coming home to me.

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