All Chapters of My Three Step-Uncles Want Me (The Alcatraz Brothers): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I slowly got down the stairs and walked into the living room. Mum was having her morning coffee, sitting on the single couch, looking sad and exhausted. She heard me enter but she didn't spare me a glance. “Good morning, Mum,” I mumbled. She didn't answer. And she still hasn't spared me a glance. The cold treatment wasn't all wrong, judging from how last night went between us. She gave me more slaps, yelled at me, and almost crucified me. Literally. I've never been so manhandled but I couldn't get mad at her because I believe I deserved it. That was the price I had to pay for doing dirty deeds. Dad didn't come over. I was low-key relieved that he didn't. If he'd hit me too, I wasn't sure how I'd take it. He's never hit me all my life. And if he did last night, it might have left a lasting wound in my heart. “I'm off to school.” “The only reason I'm letting you go to school is because you have a test. If that wasn't the case, I would have had you locked up in your room all day.

Dad's car stopped in front of Mum's little gate. I alighted from the car and he came down with me.He followed me. I loved that he was with me. I needed some kind of protection from Mum's rage. I bet she already heard of my expulsion. She was waiting for me on the front porch. I was terrified to get any closer to her. Dad tapped my shoulder, assuring me to go ahead. I took the courage and went closer to her. Tears were already pouring down my face before I could even speak. “I'm sorry, Mum.”“Oh, baby.” She broke into a sob, pulling me into a hug. Maybe she shouldn't have. Because the warmth of the hug unleashed all the tears I've been restraining and I became a wailing mess. “Please forgive me, Mum.”“No, baby. It's okay. It's really okay. We'll figure it out.”I held her so tightly, wailing unendingly. I felt Dad's consoling hand caressing my back and I've never felt so happy and sad at the same time. It feels good having both of them with me, crying like a normal child, and ha

Mum had already cried a river on our way to the airport. She's still crying, holding on to me so tightly. Now I'm the one consoling her which is funny because it should be the other way around. “Don't you think it's a bit embarrassing crying out here in public?” Dad whispered to her. He had my luggage in the trolley. “I don't care about that. I'm gonna miss my baby. You don't know how much that hurts.” She retorted, sniffing into my shoulder. “Sure, I don't. Because she's just your daughter, not mine.” Dad retorted sarcastically. “Keep doing that until someone takes a picture of you and it turns into a viral meme.”“Dad.” I chuckled. “Don’t be mean.”“But it could happen, baby. Look at the crowd.”Actually, he's got a point. “Mum, please. That's enough.” I patted her softly. She sobbed a bit longer. We weren't walking anymore. We had to stand in one spot until she calmed down. She let me go and dried her eyes. “Promise me you'll take good care of yourself.”“I promise, Mum. Promi

LILYThe soft material of Kieran’s trouser pressed into the side of my thigh exposed by my slit. I shuffled in my seat, not from irritation but from the discomfort that the heat of his body made me feel, I was too aware of him. “How are you Lily, you haven’t had a bite,” he whispers folding his napkin into half and dabbing the stray broth on his beard. I glance down on my half filled plate and shake my head. Ever since the walk back to my seat, my stomach has been too filled that I’ve barely bothered to take a bite.A part of me blamed it on nervousness from being beside Kieran, who seemed to give me an eyeful with every spoonful he took. It had been a while since a warm-blooded man had looked at me like that. It made me queasy, eager, and strangely hollow.“Not hungry,” I say, trying to sound convincing. He quirks a brow. “Hungry for something else then?” He asks.Once I hear the innuendo, it is hard to unhear it. Butterflies immediately swarm my stomach and my insides warm. I qui

LILYI wasn’t certain how I had fallen asleep with the thoughts of retrieving my dairy and the weight of what I had done on my mind, but by seven a.m my body clock had done what it knew best to do at the time, wake me up for breakfast.Ken and I both shuffled to get out of bed at the same time and I headed down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the whole house.Knowing Ken, he’d be out and ready in less than twenty minutes. Having been in his wife for long enough, I knew just the perfect breakfast– omelette.The frying pan hissed as I flipped the eggs. Even though I was wide awake, I still felt like I was in a dreamy state as my body still hummed with the memory of Kieran’s hands pinning me, his cock stretching me until I shattered.As I popped the bread into the toaster, I prayed that I would be able to get my body under control and that Ken wouldn’t notice that something was different. That my needs had been somewhat met last night and I was hoping for more, that the body that h