LOGINDaddy smirks at me as he reaches between my legs and opens the dryer.He takes a clean towel from inside it, folds it, and drops it on the floor.Then he holds out a hand and helps me down off the dryer.āOn your knees, Kitty.āThe tone he uses to say my name almost makes me swallow my tongue as I try to get moisture into my dry throat as I take in his naked body. Heās not hairy, but does have a sprinkle of dark hair on his pecs. His abdomen is smooth and muscular, with only a small treasure trail thatās like an arrow pointing down to the patch of hair that surrounds the base of his erection.I gulp as I take in his size. Heās long and thick. As I kneel on the towel, his shaft bobs a little. A thick vein runs up the underside. He seems to harden further right before my eyes until his dick curves up and almost touches his navel.His tip is such a deep red that it borders on purple. And as I watch, a drip of precum glides down from his slit. It gets caught
Within twenty minutes, Iām sweating. I pull off my sweatshirt and toss it aside before picking the boat brush back up and continuing to scrub the hull of the boat.The temperature outside is still pretty chilly, but with all the big motions it takes to brush off all the dirt and scum, I welcome the cool air against my skin.When Iāve scrubbed everything off one side of the boat, I pull the power washer toward the boat. I turn it on, but Connor points it up just as the water starts to shoot out, spraying both of us.āWhat was that for?ā I ask as I hold my arms out to my sides.āYou have to lower the pressure and use a specific nozzle. I donāt want you to damage the hull.āāWhy didnāt you tell me that from the start?āāI should have,ā he says, but his words are slow and spaced out.Thatās when I realize where heās looking. I lower my head and realize that my tank top is transparent now that itās wet. A small voice in the back of my brain tells me that
I come awake with a jolt, looking clearly around my room, wondering what startled me. Then thereās a hard knock at my door. I roll my eyes because thereās no doubt in my mind as to whoās on the other side pounding.Last night, I stayed up late talking to Clementine. She doesnāt seem to be faring much better than I am. Her parents have both already found someone new. So theyāve gone from fighting over her to both trying to pass her off on the other so they can spend time with their new paramours.With a surge of anger, I get out of bed and yank the door open. āWhat?āWhen Connor doesnāt say anything, I squint up at him with eyes still blurry from sleep. His gaze is working over me from top to bottom with such intensity that my skin prickles as if heās touched me.He clears his throat. āGet dressed and meet me in the garage in five minutes.āHe turns and walks away before I can even get my brain online enough to respond. Was he checking me out? Wait, five
āThis is ridiculous,ā Connor says. āYouāre eighteen years old and if you want to stay in this house, you need to be respectful of the rules of the house.āāConnor,ā Mom chides. āAs you said, sheās eighteen.āāThen we have a few options here. You can either start paying rent or you can start obeying the rules.āāYour rules,ā I say. āNot the rules of the house, at least not our house, not before you were here.āHis jaw ticks. I take every opportunity to remind him that heās not my father. Not that he ever pretended to be.āIf you throw one more party in this house, youāll be moving out of it.āI swallow at the harsh reality of his words as I look at my mother. She sends me a pleading look. Does that mean sheād choose him over me? Of course she would. If he kicks me out, sheāll just apologize for him and tell me thereās nothing she can do.āI cleaned up. Itās not like I left the place a mess.āIn fact, if my friends hadnāt raided the liquor cabinet,
I feel the robe come around my body and until I do, I donāt even realize how cold I am. The terrycloth comes over my body and rubs against my nipĀples, hard as hell from the cold. If not for the cold making me breathĀ less, I would let out a moan from the contact.āPrincess, what in the world are you doing?āāDaddy,ā I whisper, āIāve never seen snow.āāWhat do you mean? There was snow last year.āI nod as I look at the blur of white fallĀ ing over the backĀ yard. āI mean I never saw it fall. The few times itās snowed here, I always wake up in the morning and itās on the ground. I never actually saw it Āfall.āSuddenly, heās carĀryĀing me like a baby, cradling me in his arms as he walks me back into the house. He sets me down gently on the big, fluffy rug in front of the fireplace, which is empty at the moment.āYouāre going to sit and get warm,ā he says, āand you can watch the snow through the window.āA half hour later, though, Iām back on the
āYouāre wrong, you know,ā Daddy says.It seems a strange thing to say after weāve made up. It seems a parĀticĀuĀlarly strange thing to say while both of us are in bed, naked again. I feel instantly wary. I mean, afĀter sevĀeral months of a reĀlaātionĀ ship that alĀways has a level of tenseĀness to it simĀply beĀcause of its forĀbidĀden and taboo naĀture, this whole colĀ lege thing was our first fight.I hated that fight.I hate the thought that there will be another.I swallow hard and resolve not to fight. I even resolve to pretend not to be angry if I must. Softly, I ask, āYou donāt think I can get a good edĀuĀcaĀtion onĀline?āāThatās not what I mean, litĀtle girl,ā he says, ābut Iām still goĀing to hold you to your promise. You have to do the loĀcal classes, too.āāYes, Daddy,ā I say. So, what are we going to fight about? āBut⦠what am I⦠Why am I wrong?āāYou said you overheard me talking to my brother. You said you know I stayed here because I







