My Best Friend's Father

My eyes snap open at 7:00 am sharp, as usual. I don’t have to look at the clock to know it’s 7. I’ve been waking like this long enough to trust my body’s internal clock. I pull the comforter off me, slip out of bed, and begin my daily routine by making my bed. Pillows perfectly aligned, sheets pulled tight, and comforter folded just right. I nod when I see the finished outcome. I walk to my bathroom for the next part of my routine: brush my teeth, wash my face, and shower. I grab the outfit I put together last night and get dressed. Hair and makeup are last on the list; I complete my look with a high ponytail, light makeup, and nod approving my work. By now, it’s 7:30 am. I walk to my kitchen; the coffee machine turns on every morning at 7:25 am, so my coffee is ready by the time I get there. I pour myself a cup in my usual mug, add sugar and a bit of cream, and then I stand by the counter and sip it.“I have to visit grandma today,” I note to myself as I take another sip of my coffee.

We provide a list when we sign up for this. It’s a list of names of your family and friends, so you are never matched with them. I ensured both my cousins' names were on that list, but not Giovanni Caputo. The color drains from my face as the possibility settles in, and my heart pounds loudly in my chest. Could I have slept with Mr. Caputo? I clench my thighs together as last night flashes in my mind. No, no, it’s not him; it can’t be him. Mr. C is goofy and corny; I imagine sex with him would be sweet and romantic. Last night was not sweet, nor was it romantic. Mr. C can’t possibly f**k like that, can he? My core moistens the more I think of last night. I grip the sink.“Stop it; it’s not him; it’s just a coincidence.” I jump at the sound of someone knocking at the door.“Brandi, are you alright?” My core throbs at just the sound of his voice. Stop it, Brandi, it isn’t him. This is Mr. C, G’s father; you are not attracted to him. He is off-limits.“Brandi?” I inhale and exhale, then w

GiovanniI grunt, stroking my shaft; my body vibrates as the climax hits. I pant, yanking it. Fuck, that was good. I haven’t been able to get last night off my mind. Her body tasted so sweet; she bent to my will, gave me everything I wanted. I’ve fucked many women, but none who could take all of me so skillfully. No matter how hard I fucked her, her core clung to me tighter, drenching my shaft, begging to be pulverized. I can’t get her out of my head. This isn’t good. I’ve been doing this for five years, and I’ve never fixated on a woman like I’m fixated on her.Maybe it’s because I haven’t been participating in these activities much lately. Four months have passed since I last had sex before last night; perhaps that’s the only reason it felt so damn good. And that’s the reason why I currently have my cock in my hand, thinking of splitting that juicy snatch in two.CLICKI sit up immediately at the sound of the door closing. Did I hear wrong? Or was someone just in my room? I shuffle o

Three weeks later...Giovanni:I walk into the Darkroom, the hottest underground sex club in the state. The club has a decent number of patrons performing various sex acts. Carina, a waitress, saunters over to me in a skimpy black number.“Business or pleasure, Big Daddy?” she asks. I chuckle, amused; she always calls me this.“Business, Carina. I see you finally got your breasts done—very tasteful.” She blushes and smiles, then wraps her arms around mine.“Thank you; my regulars love it. I’m sure you will too,” she winks at me. I smile. She’s been flirting with me since William hired her two years ago, but I tend to keep my hands off women who get paid for sex. Not that I think it’s wrong; I just like the idea of a woman wanting me for me.“I bet I would. Where’s William?” She pouts at my subtle rejection.“You’re no fun, as usual. Do you believe I’m too young to handle all that dick?” She grabs my trunk, which surprises me, but it instantly hardens.“See, it likes me,” she teases. It

“Your cousin?” Giovanni whispers.“Yes,” I reply, still annoyed we were interrupted—and by that asshole, no less.“Brandi, get out here now!”“You fucked your cousin?” he asks, wide-eyed as if it’s a sin. I frown. I had no intention of telling him or Brandi, but since he already knows, I might as well explain myself.“He forced himself on me when I lived with my grandmother; it continued until I left for college.” This is the first time I’ve told anyone—Jameis and my therapist know, but I’m not ashamed; it happened. The only one who should be ashamed is that monster on the other side of the door.“What?” He steps back, shocked, the desire in his eyes replaced by pity. “You never said... Does Gianna know?”“No, and I’d like to keep it that way.” He nods as Colin yells again.“Brandi, come on; I miss you.” Giovanni clenches his fists and grits his teeth, looking more pissed off with each second Colin knocks on the door.“What is that piece of shit doing here?”“He’s a business associate