Chapter 3: Hi, Dad

(Ariana’s pov)

“Fine, Mom, but I'm only waiting for 10 minutes,” I said as I walked towards the dining table.

​I turned on the TV and searched for a movie to watch on N*****x. Jason came out of the kitchen later and sat next to me; his musky perfume made me even hornier. “So Ari, how's school?” He asked.

​“School is fine; some professors are weird and all, but everything is fine.” An awkward silence fell between us.

​“I'm so sorry about earlier; it won't happen again, I promise.” He said, and I just sat there smiling. What does he mean by it won't happen again? Does the sound of him touching me really disgust him that much, and that I promise? I felt my heart break into pieces.

​I just nodded so he wouldn't feel bad. ”It's fine, really; I barely even felt anything. "I lied.

​“Phew,” he sighed. "Good. Thank God I felt really bad that I just touched my best friend's daughter in that way.”

​“Seriously, Uncle Jason, it's fine, really.” We sat in silence as we watched Gilmore Girls were together on N*****x; soon enough Mum brought out the pancakes.

​“Thanks Mum, it looks… nice,” I said as I picked at the pancake with a knife. Mom mixed the burnt pancake with the semi burnt one. I looked at Uncle Jason; he placed a kiss on Mum's lips again.

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“Thanks, honey, this looks…great.” Mum smiled and went into the kitchen. The moment she entered the kitchen, Uncle Jason brought out two black nylon bags and handed one to me. "Take it; don’t let her see you.” He smirked at me; I nodded and quickly took the bag and poured some of the burnt pancake into the bag.

Mum came out with her own plate and sat opposite us. We talked about work and other things, then Jackson opened the front door; he had another girl in his arms. It wasn't the same girl from 2 nights ago.

​“Jacky… How are you?” My mom shrieked as she pulled him in for a hug.

​"I'm calm, Sophia.” He said as he brushed his hair to the back of his ear.

​"Oh, please stop with the formalities; you can call me Mom.” She playfully smacked his shoulders; he just nodded and walked to the staircase

​"Good morning to you too, Dad.” Jason didn't reply; he just kept munching on his pancake, and that must have annoyed Jackson because he walked back to the dining table and stood in front of Jason.

​“Dad, I greeted you, and you couldn't even be bothered enough to at least pretend to care,” Jackson said.

​Uncle Jason just shrugged his shoulders. “I've told you to stop bringing in your sluts inside this house; you have a little sister for fuck's sake." Jason scoffed.

​I've been doing that for a while. I'm not going to stop just because you finally have a woman, you get to fuck whenever you want, and she came with…” He glanced at me. “Baggage. No offense, Sophia.” He turned to Mum. Did this fool just call me baggage? I wasn't even that fat, and he didn't apologize.

​"Apologize to your sister and mother,” Jason shouted.

​“ I'm an only child, for fucksake. MY mother gave birth to just me; it's not my fault she died doing that...” He shouted back.

​"Apologize now, or I'm reducing your bank limit again.”

​“Fine, sorry.” He barely even looked at me

​“Look, Dad, I'm a man. I have needs and frustrations. I need a place or places to pour that anger in, or would you rather I drive one of your cars into the walls?”

​"Fine, this is the last girl you can ever bring over. If you want to fuck, get a fucking room in a hotel or fucking move out, deal or no deal.”

​"Fine deal.” They shook hands, and Jackson escorted her upstairs and locked his door. Jason turned to me after he left. “I'm sorry about that.” I nodded. “It's fine.”

​“No, it isn't. I spoiled him too much.” He pressed his hands against his head hard.

​"It's fine, really; he just needs to adjust,” Mum said from across the table. I excused myself and went to the kitchen to wash my empty plates.

​I went up to my room. I had to ignore the noises coming from Jackson’s room. I got ready and headed back downstairs so I could go to the graveyard.

​Tyson, our butler, took me to get fresh flowers. Soon enough we arrived at the graveyard, and I saw my father's name boldly written in stone. The stone was dirty and filled with dust. I wiped his name part with my cloth and placed a kiss on the stone. “Hi, Dad.”

​“I miss you. I'm in my second year now, Mom is happy again, and my professors are a pain in my ass, but we Cole's got to stay strong, right?" I chuckled. "You didn’t stay strong for me, though?" I took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears. I changed the flowers and said my prayers for him and left.

When I got back home, the house looked empty. I checked Mum and Dad's room; nobody was there. Jackson’s room was locked as usual. So I went to my room.

​I shut the door. I saw my already done laundry on the bed, so I started sorting it out so I could arrange it when I saw one of Jason's underwears in the pile of clothes.

​I brought it closer to my nose, and I could practically smell the dried cum on it. I don't know what took over me, but I just took off all my clothes. I lay on my bed with my legs spread wide. My pussy was already wet. I closed my eyes and started touching myself, sniffing the underwear even harder.

​I rubbed my clit slowly, then faster. Two of my fingers slid deep inside my pussy

​“Jason…” I whispered. “Daddy… please fuck me harder.” I pushed my fingers in and out faster. My other hand reached for my boob. The image of Jason’s big cock was so clear in my mind.

​“Fuck me, Daddy… I want your cock so bad,” I moaned louder. My hips were moving against my hand. I was dripping all over my sheets; I was so close to cumming when I heard the jingling of my door keys as my door swung wide open.

​Jackson was standing there with an evil smirk on his face, and his phone was in his hands, recording me. My eyes widened with shock.

What the fuck?" I screamed.

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