TIFFANY'S POV
I bit my lower lips to restrict myself from screaming but who am I trying to deceive pleasure?'Oh, yeah!'.
With my grip tight on its handle, I make the dildo vibrate as I explore myself. I can say I am selfish but I have never been satisfied, not when I am just coming back from Joe, my boyfriend's house about an hour ago and I still find myself doing this.
You can keep calling me a bad girl but I like it, I like the fact that I had to sneak in after my stepfather had told me to come back before 11 O'clock or stay home. Bet you can't tell a horny girl to stay in one place, can you try? Slowly, I caress my clit with the sex toy, dammmmmn.I have always wanted this, from a capable person and not from someone who is just hot, has a good size of dick, and still does not know how to use it.
I spread my legs wide open as I lick the four long fingers of my left palm and rubbed them on the opening of my body. At this point, it's not really necessary as I am already wet but I just want it to be super slimy.
A faint gasp escaped my throat as I slowly move the toy in and out of me.
I like the size, I like how hard it is, I like it makes me try to squish it in me.
But I wasn't concentrating.
I am 18, I just finished high school and my stepdad is making me stay home longer than I expect while he claims that he is preparing an admission into my dream school which I didn't, unfortunately, reach the required grades.
Now here I am! super horny, hate my stepfather, my mother died during an argument with him and before his son could help, mom got down the moving car, got rolled over, and died.
Just kidding, she is not dead yet but I think she might. The doctor said something like her becoming a vegetable if she woke up from this coma.
What's worst than having someone clean your ass when you are alone and just 39. Nothing!
And Luciano my stepfather's son has always been helpful, even though he is heartless and evil-looking, I see some tiny human spirit in that. Still yet, I wonder why my mum would divorce my fathers because he cheated on her with there of her best friends and marry an Italian man.
They look hot.
I mean my stepfather and his son but, they are not supposed to be...That will not change the fact that I find Luciano super attractive.
'Yes! Luciano'.
Thinking about him alone makes my body shake. Makes that tingle, that tingling that comes when you want something.
With my eyes closed, I imagined Luciano's face. His gray eyes, stare back at me as he moves his long fingers in and out of me.
I squeeze my toes as I lift my waist to meet each of his finger thrusts. Right now what I need is him, yes! him in person.
I can take him, all of him.
I want him to choke me, spank me hard, and do all sorts of bad things to me. I want him to touch me in a forbidden way, to thrust, thrust, and thrust until I go senseless.
A jolt of pleasure explores the body as I raise my hips and moan loudly. It's coming.
'Fuuuuck, Luciano'. I cried as I bit my lower lips hard.
My whole body vibrate and I couldn't hold it any longer. That sensation, burning inside of me, eating me up, yes...
Increasing the speed of the dildo, I wiggle my left index on my clit for a while before squeezing my hard nipples.
No, Luciano did it.
My stepbrother squeeze my nipples as he moved out his fingers to replace them with what I have been waiting for. For what I have been hoping to get and I know I will never get it.
A satisfying loud moan escaped my throat as I held the hem of the duvet tight and thrust my vagina faster. I thrust as fast as I could and I can feel it...I am about to cum...
"Tiffany?".
I didn't hear the door open but the next thing I noticed is someone walking in. Good thing my bed is in the corner of the room right behind my bookshelf.
Quickly, I covered myself with my duvet. Hid my pant under my head and watch Luciano walk into sight.
"What?".
I can't say, I can't say why he just stood still watching me from head to toe even when the thick duvet covered all of my small body.
His eyes roam around the room as if he was expecting or looking for something else.
"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed, "Have you ever heard about what they call privacy?".
Luciano rolled his eyes, looked at my door, and walked out without saying a word. Before I could heave a sigh of relief, I heard someone knocking at the door, and without waiting for a reply, the door swung wide open.
"Did you see my ..." Luciano paused, smiled as he walked over to my closet and raised his left hand "My charge" he turned.
I can't remember taking his phone charger after I left mine at the mall four days ago. Fine, I used it last night but how did I manage to keep it up there?
My cheeks turn red in deep embarrassment as I straighten my legs beneath the duvet. The dildo was still in my wet vagina vibrating while I stare at the person I have always wanted to have sex with.
I can't blame my body for still wanting to do the forbidden when Luciano is standing in front of me shirtless and sweaty. His hair was messy and his chest looks red, if not for the taekwondo pants he had on, I would vouch that he just had sex.
The tiny sound. That low vibrating sound!
I kept hoping Luciano would walk out now instead of looking around like he is trying to get something right. It better not be that he is listening to the noise.
I bit my lower lips to subdue the shameless moan about escaping. My breath became uneven as I tried to slowly lower my left hand into the duvet but it wasn't working, that hot asshole had his gaze fixed on me.
His lips curved into a sly smirk as he shrugged, moved his hair behind his ears and walked away.
"I don't want to know what the heck you were doing, Tiff, next time, just lock the goddam doooooor!".
This is so humiliating! I can't stand seating in the same room with Luciano, not when my Stepdad has decided to 'deal with stuff in his private room. I still don't know why Enzo, My stepfather (popularly known as Hades) had insisted that we must always have meals together except we are not home. I still also can't tell why he always emphasizes 'Family'. 'Such bag of shit!' I cussed in my mind. I am not scared to say it up to his face or tell him how I hate him and want him dead, but, it will only make him let out his eyes on me again. The last time he told me that, he had made sure I was grounded for three months and Luciano had to bring me back from school each day. Imagine! That black-haired son of a mean-looking man even didn't let me talk to my boyfriend all those while. One time, he threw me over his shoulder while he raced to the car only to make me puke in front of so many people. I don't need you to imagine the evil smirk on his face, it's the same smir
Getting ready in a black blouse and a pink short flare skirt, I walked into the car to wait for Luciano. I still can't believe Enzo had paid for all this shit for me. Even if he doesn't trust me about having lots of sex and getting pregnant, he should have remembered that I am not a child anymore. "Damn, I hate him so much!". I hate him so much that I want to do something stupid. I want to steal all his money, find what he is hiding in his private room and run away. It's been over thirty minutes and Luciano is still in his father's private room, the room he will never let me enter. A year ago, I tried to sneak into the room but before I could get to the door I received a call from Enzo. That creepy man was watching all my moves just like his son...wait a minute. "Better not". I shook my head as strap the seat belt around my waist in the front seat. Better not be that my stepbrother saw what I was doing this morning. "oh shit" I slapped my forehead "Th
This can't be happening but I know it's happening. Who the heck am I trying to fool? I am going to leave Florida and live with Luciano. "Perfect!" I muttered as I began to go through the contacts on my phone. Not even someone I can call. Call me a loner but I hate friends, I don't see anything they do other than getting people involved in things they don't want to do. Looking out my window reminds me of what I want but don't need to do. I need to call my boyfriend, even if it's to tell him that it's over I just want to get that shit off my neck. Walking back to my bed I picked up my phone name walked out of my room. I made sure to tip-toe past Luciano's room, you won't imagine how embarrassed I was leaving the car yesterday. That was dirty I know but Luciana started it. The fact that he was watching me for a while as I do those naughty things calling his name freaks me out. Worst still, I will have to be stuck with him for a while. Turning back, I head to my stepfather's
My heart skipped a beat and almost exploded, this can't be real, not when this dude in front of me is pointing a gun at me. I know I need to do something but my blank head is still blank. 'I am done!'. I know I will die, I know that for sure. My social media live has refused to load, no network bar at all and that freaks me out the more. "My Dad has money" I sniffed "Just tell me he is fine and I will take you to where he has his money" I raised both hands in the air "Please I don't want to die. Not yet". Each step the man take brings me more to my doom, taking days of life off me. In fact, I could no longer feel my heart in my chest again but somewhere around my stomach. The closer he comes, the more I see things I couldn't see from far, a familiar tattoo. Damn this man look so young, maybe in his mid-twenties. My mind refused to pay attention to the tattoo because anyone might want to draw an ace on the left side of his neck. "Just like the pictures," The man said, "Damn! Mas
Even as we are standing in the middle of a playground as if we just got pooped out by the earth, I felt my inside summersault a million times before stopping. I didn't get the chance to find out we crawled out of a freaking hole before I began to puke. One thing I remembered was not to puke over the shirt even though I was freezing in it. One hand holding up my hair and the other trying to hold the shirt and my phone down, I bent and began to puke. Gosh! My stomach was empty but I still puked. Soon, I became weak and sat on the floor close to the mess I just made. "We don't have all day or we will be dead" Luciano yanked my upper arm "get the fu... No fucking way!" He yelled. Before I knew what was happening, he let go of my arm leaving me to fall harshly to the ground. I had no time to brace myself before I heard a shattering sound. I looked at my stepbrother in disbelief as if I was trying to find another reason why he just broke my phone. "Thanks to you, they just know
That felt relieving to punch him in the balls with my other hand. Well, we didn't see that coming and at least, he let go of my hand as he bent down as if going to go on one knee but didn't. Seizing that opportunity, I dash off. I had no idea where I was or where I would go but I think it is better than being with someone acting strange as if he wants to sell me out or something. I have heard stories of the Italian mafia and how they sell people especially girls but this one? He can be my stepbrother which I really doubt is the reason I should trust him. No freaking way! The main reason I suddenly became scared of him was after watching him kill those men back at the house, one thing is certain. He would be tempted to just point a gun to my forehead and blow it off so that gave me every reason to run faster. I didn't know why I forgot to look back all this while but I bet looking back became a mistake. No sign of Luciano at all, all that was there was one of the bags he had c
This should be a bed, maybe or maybe not. I just feel it's so soft, comfortable, and somehow warm on my left-hand side. With a low groan, I stretched and held my pounding head that felt as if it would come off anytime soon.It wasn't clear but I saw it, very sure.'Luciano?'What the hell does he think he is doing laying on the same bed with me? Slowly getting up to a seating position, I glared at him sleeping peacefully on the same bed with me. My head hurts and I can't think of the right thing to do now.I raised my left hand to touch my head and I found it wrapped! In a panic, I used both hands, trying to know what I had bandaged around my head until I remembered what had happened. This asshole stepbrother of mine hit me real hard and even drugged me."Son of a urggh!"Without thinking, I slapped Luciano hard across his face. Yes, I slapped him really hard and I felt satisfied. Well, not fully satisfied as I watch him stir in his sleep and before he could do anything or open his ey
This can’t be happening! Well, it is because nothing else can explain why I would be in a room for two days only to have my stepbrother bring me different food daily and put me to sleep. I would want to tell him, that I am no longer a child but…that asshole gets his way.The annoying cheers from the men outside kept me awake for who knows long. I can’t tell what time it is but for sure, it’s already late. Late than having a bottle of water and pizza because I asked for a pizza with pineapple.“They can be so silly at the time,” I told myself.Call me silly, but I already started a conversation with myself, planning on how to escape my insane brother. Frankly, I will say he has lots of problems with just coming, watching me eat, taking pictures of me, and walking out. Not anymore, I will let him know that I have other sides of me that he shouldn’t mess with.Watching the dry leftover pizza, I shed a single tear, not because I was sad, but because I love pizza, and giving me a dry one i