Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Three Step-Uncles Want Me (The Alcatraz Brothers): Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I was literally frozen, just staring blankly at the message. Was this real? Did…did…April's Dad really just texted me? He's never texted me except when he needed to get a hold of April during our brief ‘only girls’ vacation. And that was like a year ago. We might live in the same house but we kept our distance, always. So…what the heck was this message?My phone beeped again. My shaky finger clicked on the new message. Mr. Joe Anderson.*What are you trying to learn from that book? I could teach you*Goosebumps raced through my skin. There was no way in hell April's Dad would say this to me. He thought of me as a kid, he treated me as such, ever since day one. He'd never say these things to me. Something was wrong. Maybe his phone got hacked?Another text. *But I must warn you. Everything in that book you're holding is a bit…hardcore. Can your fragile body handle that?*A sharp twitch teased my little sensitive nub as I reread the text a thousand times. I could hear my heart ra

“I made notes for you. Also, Miss Becky had us grouped into four for the new class project. Don't worry, I saved a spot for you in my group.”I was on a video call with my best friend. We've been talking for an hour now. She picked up a textbook and showed it to the screen. “Mr. Dustin said we had to buy it, so I got two. One for me and one for you.”I couldn't help but get a bit too emotional. “Thanks, girl.” She pouted. “How are you doing though? Are you getting any better?”“Yes. I'm much better now.” When I left her house, I said I was sick and Mum had asked me to come over so she could take care of me. In reality, I was indeed sick. My legs hurt. My pussy was sore. I was crying a lot from guilt. My head was messed with thoughts. I was both physically and mentally sick. And it would have gotten worse if I'd stayed, so that was why I came home instead. It's been a week. But I still wasn't mentally ready to go back there. I can't face him.“And how long before you come back to

It was time for dinner but I couldn't bring myself to go downstairs. He'll be there, and dear God, I can't face him. So I'm here, locked in my room, curled up in my bed, and shedding quiet tears. There was this heavy coat of guilt shrinking me up and I couldn't shrug it off. The first time, I was ready to forgive myself with a promise that it'd never happen again. I'd never get close to my best friend's Father again. But after what happened in his office today and returning to live here, I can't even look at myself in the mirror. I feel very disgusted. “Willow?” April's soft voice invaded my mind. I looked up sharply and she was at the door. I wiped my eyes quickly, forcing a smile. “Hey, girl.”“Let's go have dinner.” She beamed. A thousand excuses lingered on the tip of my lips. I wanted so badly to opt out of this. But then she'd ask me endless questions and I'll be trapped. That's a worse fate. So maybe I should just get this dinner over with. “Sure. I'll be there in a min

I sat dolefully in class, completely absent-minded even though there was a professor in my class and it was a major course. Thoughts of last night were gnawing at me. The way he had me begging for an orgasm, and moaning my head out when he finally gave it. The heavy guilt that settled in my heart after. The way I cried myself to sleep. I had no choice but to leave the house very early this morning because I couldn't bear looking at him or April. I came to school alone and I've avoided every class we shared. I just don't know what to do. Nothing prepared me for a situation like this. Nothing gave me a heads-up for this. So I'm struggling right now, unsure of how I'm supposed to feel about what's happening to me. My parents are getting divorced. My best friend's Father won't leave me alone. And my best friend treats me so fucking good, unaware that I moan to her Father's thrusts. It's all happening at once, giving me little to no time to filter my emotions. Do I love what's happen

“S…sir…” I stuttered, staring at him like he was a ghost. Maybe because I haven't properly seen him in a week. It's just glances, so looking at him like this feels new. He had a bland smile on his face, and he was staring at me, at Nathan, and at his grip on my hand. “Are you two done? We should get going, Willow,” he said, pointing at Nathan's grip. “Uh, we were detained, professor,” Nathan said, dropping my hand. “Not anymore. C'mon, Willow.”I walked stiffly to the door. He moved aside and I walked out of the hall. He followed seconds later. His bold strides behind me were making me very nervous. He wasn't even saying anything but I was already feeling the heat. We got to the parking lot and into his car. I struggled to put my seatbelt on because of my frantic fingers. I finally succeeded but he didn't start the car. His fingers were drumming on the wheel and his face was taut. The smile had vanished. Completely. “You wanna know how shocked I was when I found out you were in