OUT OF MY MIND

December 24, 2024

~Lilian~

I woke up early today, before everybody else.

Not sure of what to do to distract myself from all the thoughts in my head about everything that had happened in the last few days, I had taken a random book I had found in Sonia's wardrobe downstairs to read.

Luckily for me, it was a genre I liked and the author's writing was exactly what suited my mood at the moment.

I was quite immersed, so I read till it was time for breakfast.

The breakfast of porridge and honey was sumptuous, and everyone ate quietly, clanging cutleries against plates, slurping, chewing and sipping.

One thing I had noticed since I came to the Swissman's mansion - the dining table is almost always quiet, except when Sonia decides to be extra dramatic, or when something worth discussing immediately has happened.

I wasn't sure if it was because the family was a small one or maybe they didn't want to keep me uncomfortable by discussing topics I might not be able to relate to.

It was quite different at my house. 

With parents who were always at each other's throats, and an elder brother who thinks he was always right, gathering for a meal was always as chaotic.

I especially liked that no one talked at today's breakfast.

I wasn't in the mood to answer any boring question, and I didn't want to mistakenly lock eyes with hot daddy and end up getting ho**y.

He was sitting opposite me today.

Well, he actually was until I switched seats with Sonia with the excuse that I wanted to be closer to the fruit bowel.

After breakfast, I was going to wash the dishes, just out of habit and because, somehow I had remembered that there was a chore I could do.

Not like I wasn't enjoying not having to lift a finger even for my own laundry, maybe, I seriously needed something to distract myself from the torment of my own thoughts.

When Sonia had found me inside the kitchen wearing the washing gloves, she had snapped.

"Don't bother yourself. These people are paid big to do these things," Sonia had snapped, rolling her eyes at the cooks who in turn pretended like they didn't know I was just about to do the dishes.

"Let's go upstairs. You're still up for tonight, right?" she grabbed my arm, squeezing my right br**st playfully as she dragged me up the stairs.

I wasn't confident about tonight's arrangement, but I couldn't bring myself to admit to that, especially not to Sonia.

She said she was out of options and that was why she asked me in the first place.

"Of course. I'm ready to explore."

She clicked her teeth against her tongue loudly, stopping in her tracks.

Untangling her hand from mine, she proceeded to lean against the rail of the stairs behind her, her face washed with disappointment.

"What? You don't want me to go with you?" I asked, curious.

"Not that. It's just that--," she said, her tone low with uncertainty.

"Just that what?"

"This is a dream come true for me," she said inspecting the spaces around us.

"Don't tell any of my dads that we are having this kind of fun," she drew me closer to herself, whispering into my ear.

I smiled, nodding to acknowledge her request.

"So...you were saying something," I pushed.

"Yes, yes!" she jumped excitedly, her face lightening up and her br***ts flying around as if trying to break free from the light material top she had on.

"So...I have waited for this moment all my life. Having a threesome, I mean."

"Okay, so why the sudden mood drop when I said I was still with you on the plan?" I had asked her, impatience crawling under my skin.

I expected this was about me being an inexperienced virgin who doesn't know how to bring fun to the table or even get the man that had her digging her p***y with her f*****g fingers in secret until she was in a pool of her own hot c*m.

So when she said it, my anger bursted uncontrollably in my face.

"You know how you still don't know these things. I fear you might just ruin the fun for me," she had said unapologetically, looking down on me like I wasn't even supposed to be living because I was a virgin at that age.

I felt the urge to tell her how I had f****d my fingers several times in her house, the truth as to why I was admitted the last time, how I had her father eating me down right inside the kitchen on two different occasions now, how I was going to make him beg to leak the c*m of my thighs soon.

Instead, I digged the flesh of my index finger with my overgrown thumb nail until the pained surrounded my entire arm.

"I hope you give it your best, Lily. Trust me when I say this, you might never get the chance again for a long time."

Sonia pecked the side of my lips before proceeding upstairs, leaving me boiling to my own anger.

This was all hot daddy's fault.

Three times he had punched me on the guts about how inexperienced I was to handle his c**k.

Each time, he had pushed me away after proving to me how unready I was to get what I wanted, like a baby that isn't matured yet but kept insisting, and so needed to be shut up.

With this rage, I hurried back downstairs to grab the book I had forgotten in the sitting room.

But just as I turned to head back up, a note slipped out of its page and landed on the floor noiselessly

I stared at the folded piece of paper on the floor, not sure of what I would do in this state of mind if it was what I thought.

Slowly, I picked it up.

My fingers trembled, and red spread across the area of the white paper I had my index finger pressed against.

It was another note in capital letters, just like I had thought.

"YOU THINK YOU ARE READY"

He deliberately omitted the question mark.

Without thinking, I matched towards the stairs in the opposite direction, my body electrified with desire and a challenge to prove.