Hassan Farouq

HASSAN

She was a fucking pest and something I did not need right now but I could hardly get a thought through without it being coated with fucking Kimberly.

I liked her, she had spunk; something that was missing from every girl I had been with. They always just wanted to please me and because I was some rich boy who could afford to spray cash.

She was something… Kimberly with her innocent face and smart mouth. I had always treated her poorly and of course she thought it was as a result of her being in my younger sister’s class.

 It was something else I couldn’t quite place my hand on; all I knew was that I wanted her desperately.

The kiss we had this morning had only further enlightened me on how much I wanted to tear her clothes off and bury myself into her breasts, those breasts and wide hips that was threatening to be my undoing.

It was her I was thinking about before I entered the library in the evening and imagine my surprise when I saw her there, standing like she was lost. The bulge in my pant more evident than usual as she stood there glaring at me; the little chit had no idea what she was doing to me.

And there was the problem of my father; I had watched him at the party as his hungry eyes trailed after Kimberly and as he danced with her almost touching her ass… my ass.

It was all I could not to tear her out of his arms and take her far away from him.

I had always known of my father’s preferences in women and how he preferred younger girls.

One day I had caught him and one of Azeena’s friends making out in his study with his palm covering one of her ass cheek as he tongued her mouth.

I was too enthralled by everything and so I had watched him order her to strip and then get down on her knees while he pushed her head to the middle of his legs. It was the slurping and the sound of his groaning that aroused me from the position I stood watching.

He had not known of what I had done obviously but he had immediately after sending the girl away warned Azeena against her company and how she had made passes at him. I said nothing; I did not tell him that I had seen him take his pleasure with the girl even whilst knowing she was Azeena’s friend.

This had repeated itself over the years till it was quite clear that my father had something for younger women especially girls his daughter’s age and I figured it might have probably been the reason my mother had divorced him right before she died of some unknown ailment.

My father might be many things but he wasn’t a killer and that was the reason I hadn’t suspected his involvement in my mother’s death. He had loved her in his own kind of way and she had respected him but they had never been intimate, at least not that I could remember.

They had taken care of their children and had made sure we did not see their secret arguments about his infidelities and when it had been time for the divorce, it had been done quietly and without too much media hassles.

I wasn’t going to allow him have Kimberly, she was mine and he could have any other person apart from Kimberly. He was going to ruin her and even though I wasn’t the better option for her, he was my father and she had to understand that he wasn’t for her.

My father had thought it a competition between us but it wasn’t anything like that, she was mine and I was going to make sure she realized that before he got his hooks on her. I had to apologize for my silly insecurity themed words to her during detention.

 She had gotten one in on me by mentioning my father but then she knew how much I did not want any relationship with both of them

“I am sure your father would do better” her words replayed in my head

“Dammit” I muttered as I slammed my hand on the desk.

“Are you okay? You seem to have been in a foul mood since you entered this house after your detention” Azeena asked.

My sister was an angel but she could also be dumb at times. She had to be not to have noticed the subtle signals our father had thrown Kimberly’s way during the party and then even dumber not to notice, I also had a thing for her.

“I am fine, now leave me be” I snapped

“Whatever, I do not know why I bother to even be a nice sister to you when all you have always been is a jerk” She snapped back, glaring at me.

I said nothing, she wasn’t wrong but I wasn’t in the mood to patronize her

“You will behave tomorrow, I am having Kimberly over for the weekend” She told me

“Whatever for?” I growled

“A weekend getaway and her mother is okay with it even father approved” Azeena said, smiling snidely at me

“I am sure he did” I muttered, my fingers digging into the side of the table.

“And what does Kimberly have to say about it?” I asked her

“What do you mean? She suggested the idea to me and I must say I wonder why I had never thought of it” Azeena said and then sashayed away while I fumed

Of course she did; this was her way of trying to get back to me by hooking up with my father. She had no idea what she was walking into and how my father would…

“Get a grip, Hassan” I muttered to myself as I turned the book in front of me to the next page

Maybe I could make sure they never meet. My father is not always around for the weekend, he always had his flings to run to and have his dick sucked… just maybe he wouldn’t be here when Kimberly arrived.