MasukâThis is ridiculous,â My stepfather, Cole, says as we watch my mother wrap a seatbelt around the box and click it into the front seat of the SUV. âYou donât even want it,â he reasons.âMaybe not, but my aunt will expect to see it at our house when she comes to visit.âCole and I look at each other. Aunt Marian never visits us. She beckons us to her house every few years and Mom scrambles to obey.This year, it was to open Christmas and New Yearâs at her huge house in North Carolina. Mom and I flew here as soon as my winter break classes ended. Cole flew in a few days later, just in time for Christmas.I snort as I remember his flabbergasted-slash-disgusted look when Mom opened the large box and found the ugliest cuckoo clock known to man as her only present from Aunt Marian.My present was a gift card because Marian claimed not to know what an eighteen-year-old would want. Then again, Iâm not sure she knows what a forty-two-year-old would wish to becaus
âDo you really want to go on rides?â he asks. âOr do you want to go someplace where I can make you scream my name in ecstasy?ââThat is not even a choice to make.âHe smiles and tugs me toward the entrance of the park.When Daddy uses the keycard to open the room he rented, I press a hand to my stomach. I am so nervous and excited all at once.He rented a room in one of the hotels on the actual resort property. We literally walked into the lobby from the amusement park. The one we stayed in last night had a free shuttle, but it still was not this convenient.When he gets the door open, he holds it for me. I step past him and look around the room. Sunshine streams through the window, lighting up the whole room.âWhat do you want me to do, Daddy?â I ask as the door clicks shut.âI want you naked.âI bite my lip but canât contain the smile that spreads.âIâve touched you, but I havenât seen you. We need to rectify that right now.â
âShh. Iâm not going to fuck you yet. I want you to spread out before me the first time I feel your pussy stretch around me. I want to see my cock work in and out of you.âHis words have my hips shifting restlessly. I push back as he pushes forward and his cock slips between my thighs. I move my feet closer so I can press my thighs together.âThatâs it,â he groans in my ear. âThatâs Daddyâs good girl. Get me off, princess. Hold me as tight as you can.âHis shaft rubs along the lips of my pussy. I arch my back, pressing my ass into his groin. The new angle has my pussy lips parting slightly and coating him with my wetness. Between his precum and the slick leftovers of my epic orgasm, he glides easily between my thighs.On the next forward push, his blunt tip flicks my clit. I reach back and grip his hip with one hand as the other presses against the tree trunk to support me as he thrusts hard and fast.âSo slick. You came hard, didnât you?ââYes, Daddy. Iâve never come so hard.ââWai
With a smile, he wraps his arm around me. I wait for his hand to land on my shoulder, but it doesnât. It slides under my arm and wraps around me until heâs cupping my breast. I gasp, but then I close my lips.As if heâs rewarding me for my obedience, Daddy gently pinches my nipple. I arch into his touch and moan.âShh,â he chides.I nod and apologize, so he starts again, this time flicking his short, blunt thumbnail over the very tip of my hardened nipple. Itâs so hard to stay still.I need more.As we glide up to the top of the Ferris wheel, he keeps flicking my nipple. It sends zaps of pleasure down my torso and thighs. Back and forth, flick, flick, flick.By the time our gondola starts to reach the top, Iâm desperate for more.My hips shift on their own.âWhat do you want, Kinsey?â he whispers.âMore. Please.âHis other hand slides up the inside of my thigh, his fingertips slipping under the hem of my shorts. Theyâre short enough and loose enough that his whole hand can fit insid
Where are you?The text comes from Brysonâs phone. I text him back that Iâm still in line for one of the rollercoasters. I know Iâll be late for lunch. Iâm sorta hoping that I miss it completely. Iâd rather just get one of those huge turkey legs and a churro. Not exactly healthy, but itâs a vacation. As I zigzag through the line alone, I get another text from Bryson.Landmark?I tell him where to find me and keep an eye out. When I see him walking up beside the line of people behind me, Iâm surprised heâs alone. I smile and wave when he gets close. He looks relieved when he spots me.âDo you need your shirt?â I ask.âUnfortunately.ââYou could just tell her you couldnât find me.ââI wouldnât want to get you in trouble.âI shrug. âI donât mind. I was planning on skipping most of the family gatherings, anyway. Whatâs she going to do? She canât ground me to the hotel room and she sure as hell wonât stay there to make sure that I do.ââNo, but she can punish you when we get home.ââItâ
âThe kidsâ table? Iâm eighteen.ââYour cousin Sarah is nineteen and I donât see her complaining,â Mom says.I huff out a breath and roll my eyes. Sarahâs in college and brought her boyfriend to the family reunion. Of course, she doesnât mind sitting at the kidsâ table. Theyâre both totally cracking up about it. Itâs a lot less of a joke for me when Iâm by myself.âWhen youâre twenty-one, you can move to the adult table where the wine flows freely,â Mom says.I snort. Thatâs a really easy way to make sure that when all the adults get drunk, they donât accidentally give any alcohol to the kids. Momâs family reunions are crazy before the alcohol. Afterward, itâs like a weird rave with a bunch of dad bods and mom bods.I look over at my stepdad, Bryson. He looks even more miserable than I feel. Heâs a little uptight on the best of days, but with a few of Momâs cousins trying to flirt with him, he looks positively stiff.With all Momâs siblings and cousins around, sure Iâm treated like







