Big Men of the House(33)

“How did you do on the test?” Noah asked, putting a bite of steak in his mouth. How could he ask me such a normal question?



I put on my best poker face. “It was great. Not nearly as hard as I thought it would be. I guess all that studying really helped.” In reality, I needed to do all that studying tonight.



“That's great, dear,” my mom chimed in.



Did he not watch it yet? Maybe he did and didn't like it. All of the sudden, I felt very self-conscious. I excused myself from dinner early and went back to my room.



I glanced at the teddy bear sitting on my shelf, its beady eyes staring right back at me. Rage, fear, and sadness all ran through me. I got off the bed and picked up my teddy bear, gripping it tightly The fur was old and tattered and I could see the long incision on its back where my step-father cut it open. I tore off its head, spraying its stuffing all over the room.



The camera was surprisingly small. I pulled it all out and admired the technology The tiny lens was wired to a battery pack and wifi transmitter hidden in its stomach. I picked up the stuffing from the ground and threw it away along with the camera in the wastebasket.



Next, I went to the bathroom and searched for the hidden camera. I visualized the live recording I'd seen on his laptop and knew it had to be coming from the painting opposite the shower.



My mom had insisted on hanging up this painting I did when I was in Kindergarten. A poorly drawn tree sprouting out of the sand on the beach. Even though it was poorly drawn, I didn't believe I could do much better now.



I looked at the painting closely, searching for where the camera was. In the corner, next to my orange sun, was a small hole cut into the painting. The camera lens was hiding there all along, smiling at me. I pulled the painting off the wall and found the battery pack taped to the back of the wooden frame. I couldn't believe the lengths my stepdad went through just to get a peek at me naked.



I went back to my room and lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I was so done with it all. I couldn't wait until I graduated and got out of this crazy house. An evil idea popped into my head. What if I told my mom about my stepdad? I definitely had the evidence that he was spying on me. This would absolutely ruin his life. My hands rubbed each other as I dreamed about my devious plan.



I didn't want to get too hasty though. I had to be very careful because it could all blow back on me. I had to make sure that my mom would be 100% convinced. I decided to sleep on it and come back to my plan in the morning. Things were about to change around here.







During the night, my door creaked open, waking me from a blissful sleep. I pried my eyes open to see a dark figure entering the room. My heartbeat raced, thinking it was a burglar breaking in. I was frozen under my covers, not wanting to move or make a sound to alert him that I was awake. When my eyes adjusted, I realized that it was my step-father. He was probably trying to put another camera somewhere.



The lamp above my head flicked on, bathing the room in light. I saw my stepdad standing next to the light switch and wondered why he wanted to get caught.



“What are you doing?” I asked him, shielding my eyes from the bright light



“You were amazing,” he whispered, shuffling closer to my bed.



“What?” I sat up in bed and rubbed the tiredness from my eyes.



“The video you made for me...it was beautiful.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at me with his dreamy blue eyes. “I've never been so turned on in my whole life.”



A rush of excitement flooded through me. He did watch the video. And he liked it.



“You like watching me touch myself, don't you?” I asked, revving myself up.



“You have no idea. I think about you every night. It was so bad that I had to put a camera in your room and shower. But it's not enough. I need you Ava.” His voice was like siren, calling me to him.



“If you want me so badly, then show me.”



Noah flung the bed covers off, exposing me in my purple nightie. He leaned over and grabbed my hand, pulling me close to him. His breath was hot on my face as our lips touched. His tongue licked my bottom lip and entered my mouth.



You taste so good,” Noah said. He put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me harder.



“Touch my wet pussy,” I begged him. “Feel what you've been missing.”



My stepdad brushed his fingers against my inner thigh as he went under my nightie. He closed his eyes, picturing what was hidden beneath. His hand found my wetness and he felt around for my clit. Electricity buzzed through my body as the pleasure increased.



“See what I taste like.” I acted like I was just an innocent girl who'd never been with a guy before. That couldn't have been farther from the truth.