MasukāThis is ridiculous,ā 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. āYou donāt even want it,ā he reasons.āMaybe not, but my aunt will expect to see it at our house when she comes to visit.āCole 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 Yearās 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, Iām not sure she knows what a forty-two-year-old would wish to becaus
āDo you really want to go on rides?ā he asks. āOr do you want to go someplace where I can make you scream my name in ecstasy?āāThat is not even a choice to make.āHe 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.āWhat do you want me to do, Daddy?ā I ask as the door clicks shut.āI want you naked.āI bite my lip but canāt contain the smile that spreads.āIāve touched you, but I havenāt seen you. We need to rectify that right now.ā
āShh. Iām 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.āHis 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.āThatās it,ā he groans in my ear. āThatās Daddyās good girl. Get me off, princess. Hold me as tight as you can.āHis 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.āSo slick. You came hard, didnāt you?āāYes, Daddy. Iāve never come so hard.āāWai
With a smile, he wraps his arm around me. I wait for his hand to land on my shoulder, but it doesnāt. It slides under my arm and wraps around me until heās cupping my breast. I gasp, but then I close my lips.As if heās rewarding me for my obedience, Daddy gently pinches my nipple. I arch into his touch and moan.āShh,ā 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. Itās 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, Iām desperate for more.My hips shift on their own.āWhat do you want, Kinsey?ā he whispers.āMore. Please.āHis other hand slides up the inside of my thigh, his fingertips slipping under the hem of my shorts. Theyāre short enough and loose enough that his whole hand can fit insid
Where are you?The text comes from Brysonās phone. I text him back that Iām still in line for one of the rollercoasters. I know Iāll be late for lunch. Iām sorta hoping that I miss it completely. Iād rather just get one of those huge turkey legs and a churro. Not exactly healthy, but itās 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, Iām surprised heās alone. I smile and wave when he gets close. He looks relieved when he spots me.āDo you need your shirt?ā I ask.āUnfortunately.āāYou could just tell her you couldnāt find me.āāI wouldnāt want to get you in trouble.āI shrug. āI donāt mind. I was planning on skipping most of the family gatherings, anyway. Whatās she going to do? She canāt ground me to the hotel room and she sure as hell wonāt stay there to make sure that I do.āāNo, but she can punish you when we get home.āāItā
āThe kidsā table? Iām eighteen.āāYour cousin Sarah is nineteen and I donāt see her complaining,ā Mom says.I huff out a breath and roll my eyes. Sarahās in college and brought her boyfriend to the family reunion. Of course, she doesnāt mind sitting at the kidsā table. Theyāre both totally cracking up about it. Itās a lot less of a joke for me when Iām by myself.āWhen youāre twenty-one, you can move to the adult table where the wine flows freely,ā Mom says.I snort. Thatās a really easy way to make sure that when all the adults get drunk, they donāt accidentally give any alcohol to the kids. Momās family reunions are crazy before the alcohol. Afterward, itās 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. Heās a little uptight on the best of days, but with a few of Momās cousins trying to flirt with him, he looks positively stiff.With all Momās siblings and cousins around, sure Iām treated like







