LOGINWhen Mom isnât looking, I feel a hand up my skirt, caressing my ass. I press back into his touch.I havenât felt his hands on me since last weekend when he took my virginity. We were lucky last week because Mom passed out after the party and didnât hear me scream. The next morning she was so hungover, it was easy to sneak off and fuck all over again.This weekend, sheâs stone-cold sober. Weâre going to have to be inventive if we want to get any time alone. And I need some time alone.Then, I see her open a bottle of wine. That doesnât mean sheâll get toasted, but sometimes sheâll drink most of the bottle all by herself.âAre you staying for dinner?â Mom asks. âOr do you have another party tonight?ââNo more parties. Iâll stay for dinner. Iâll probably spend the night too.âMom nods as she stirs the sauce sheâs making. The truth is that the big party Iâm supposed to go to is tonight. I did go out last night with some friends, but college guys groping me on the dance floor doesnât i
Itâs late and Iâve already come three times today. If I come again, Iâll likely pass out and I donât want to miss a single second of Daddy fucking me for the first time.âSo fucking tight,â he groans.Each time he spreads his fingers inside me I stiffen for a moment before melting into his touch. And his mouth keeps me distracted as he flicks my clit with his tongue. Then he moves faster, sucks harder, pulling me to the edge.âI donât want to come until youâre inside me.âHe groans. âI need you wet. Really wet. Itâll make it better for you.ââButâŠâThatâs all I get out. He sucks and flicks and curls his fingers inside me to touch a spot that makes me go wild. My hands fly out, trying to grasp onto anything because I feel like Iâm going to float away.âOhâŠyesâŠ.pleaseâŠâMy body convulses against the bed and I feel something squirt from me.Daddy coughs as he pulls back.âFuck,â he says. âIâve never seen a woman do that.âI pant. âYou said you wanted me wet.ââI also wanted to make you
âThere you are,â Mom says. âWhere did you sneak off to?ââI just went to fix my lipstick. Jason said I looked weird after I ate and it all got wiped away.ââWell, he was asking where you were. Are you twoâŠ?â Mom raises her brows in question.âNo.â My gaze shoots to Daddyâs. âDefinitely not.ââOkay.â Mom shrugs and takes a sip of her fluorescent green drink.âWhat is that?â Daddy asks with a nod to her clear plastic cup.âWitchâs brew.ââThatâs new. Is it healthy to drink something that glows in the dark?âMom rolls her eyes and takes another sip.I stood there awkwardly for a moment. Iâve never hung out with my parents during the party, so if I try it now, itâll seem weird. With one last look at Daddy, I turn and walk to where all my friends are.As the night rolls on, I keep an eye on our house. If Daddy goes back inside for any reason at all, Iâm going to head in too.When midnight rolls around and no oneâs gone inside, Iâm bored enough to head home by myself. I say my goodbyes an
âHey Wren,â Jason says. âI think you need to fix your makeup. You look like someone washed away the bottom half of your face.âI throw an empty cup at him, but he dodges it and runs away. We dated for a while but heâs too immature, too much of a jokester, so nothing ever happened between us.I thought he would be the one to take my virginity, but whenever we kissed, he would crack a joke. And usually his jokes arenât funny, so it would just ruin the mood. I wonder if he has had sex with anyone yet, because I still havenât.I run my fingers over my bare lips, but instead of thinking about makeup, I remember what it felt like to have the hard wall at my back as Daddy pressed me against it. Maybe I need to go give my vibrator one more ride while I fix my makeup.As I head to our house, I look over to where most of the adults are cloistered. I donât see Daddy. Then again, he is wearing all black. Heâs probably just sitting down behind someone.When I look in the mirror, I realize that
âHow did I not fucking know?â Jude asks.âI tried to tell you.ââWhen? When you were moaning? Or when you were coming all over my hand?ââIt was hard to talk with your tongue down my throat, Daddy.â The last word is just to tease him about his age, but his eyes flash with something Iâve never seen before. And I think I like it.âI didnât feel you pushing me away,â he whispers yelling.âEach time I opened my mouth to tell you, you shocked me by pushing it further.ââBecause I didnât know who it was⊠but I should have.âGuilt grows like a vine in my stomach. I could have pushed him away.The truth is that I wanted to see what it was like. I wanted to know what it felt like to have Jude want me, touch me.âBecause my skin is softer? You had no way of knowing. I should have told you.âHis shoulders sag as he huffs out a breath. âItâs not about your skin, itâs thatâŠââWhat? What is it about?âHe shakes his head. âYouâre right. I didnât give you much opportunity to talk. Weâre both culpa
The weekend before Halloween, our neighborhood has a huge costume party, and I mean huge. We block off the road so cars canât drive down, then we all bring out tables and chairs.All the tables get put together like a long train in the middle of the street. As the sun goes down, everyone starts to load those tables with food.Thereâs everything, from the Andersonsâ annual spaghetti with eyeballs to chili and deviled eggs. Huge bowls of candy are stashed around. And of course, there are a ton of adult beverages that are mixed up and served with a spooky theme.This year, Halloween falls on a weekend, but the party is still a weekaway. At the last minute, I decide to drive the hour it takes to get home from college so I can stop by and say hey to everyone.The problem is that my actual costume isnât up to snuff with the block party standards. I mean, thereâs a costume contest and my cheerleader outfit would simply be scoffed at. So when I get home, I rifle through Momâs old costume







