I didn’t feel different. I didn’t even look different. Somehow, I thought that losing my virginity would make me different, but I was the same old Claire I’d always been. Except now, as I began to think about the night before, I felt a deep, dark longing in my pussy for Nate’s perfect cock.
It was a hunger I’d never experienced before, and it nearly scared me. I wanted him, wanted every inch of him, even though the part of me that thought he was an arrogant jerk was still very much there.
Everything came flooding back to me then. I retreated back to my room, wrapping myself in my blankets as I remembered the look on his face as he pulled his knife from the pirate’s neck.
That was the real impossible thing. I couldn’t believe I lived in a world where there were real pirates, even though our pirates used speedboats and carried huge guns. And none of them had eye patches or peg legs.
Nate had scared me at first, but I quickly gave in to exactly what I had really wanted from the very start. It had always been him that I’d wanted, or at least his incredible body, ever since I’d seen him that night in the club. But I couldn’t have him, not really.
Even though I’d already given part of myself to him.
Eventually my strange desire to stay hidden in my room forever lost to my grumbling stomach. I put some fresh clothes on and walked downstairs and into the kitchen, making a pot of coffee and pouring myself a bowl of cereal.
“Good morning.”
I looked up as Lucille came into the kitchen. Her hair was a mess and she was clearly still wearing the same clothes from the night before. Her makeup was practically running down her face, and she looked like she smelled something sour.
“Good morning,” I said back.
“Where’s my idiot son?”
That surprised me. “Uh, I don’t know.”
“Typical. He comes and stays in our house and just disappears most of the time.”
She poured herself some coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.
“I’m sure he’s just busy.”
“Ungrateful, actually. Ungrateful and uneducated.” She paused, putting one hand to her head. “My fucking skull is pounding.”
I gaped at her. I’d never heard an adult talk like that, especially about her own kid. She looked more like a college party girl than a grown woman.
“Did you and my dad go out last night?”
“We sure did. Went to one of his clubs.”
“You got my dad out to a club?”
“It’s his own place. He can do whatever he wants.” She sipped her coffee and looked at me. “You father isn’t as boring as he seems.”
I had no clue what to say to that. “I don’t think he’s boring.”
“You’re the only one, then. But Jonathan can have a good time when he wants to.”
“That’s good.”
I felt like I was watching a train wreck in slow motion. What did my dad see in this woman? Actually, the more I looked at her, the more I understood. Dad was getting older. He probably liked Lucille because she had blonde hair, good boobs, and probably made him feel young, even though they were close to the same age.
“Where is he now?”
“Who knows?” she said. “He didn’t drink nearly enough last night. Probably out fishing like usual.”
“What do you mean, enough?”
She laughed. “I mean I drank enough for the both of us, I guess.”
For a second, I had the horrible fear that Lucille was Lydie in the future. I decided right there to try to forgive Lydie. I couldn’t live with myself if Lydie ended up like Lucille, old and bitter and mean. Maybe I couldn’t do anything about it, but I could at least be her friend.
“God, I feel like shit,” Lucille muttered. “I’m going to go sit out by the pool. Tell your father where I am.” She stood and looked at me. “You look like shit, too, girl. You should get more sleep.” She walked out the back door.
I stared at the door for almost a full minute before bursting out laughing. She was right, I probably did look like shit considering what had happened the day before. I had watched her son kill two men and dispose of their bodies, and later I had let him fuck me until my body couldn’t take any more.
It was almost a little weird looking her in the eye and having a conversation with her considering her son had just had his thick, perfect cock deep inside me. She would probably go absolutely insane if she knew what had happened between us. That made me almost happy, and there was a dim part of me that wanted to shove it in her face.
Except then I imagined how my father would react, and a stone dropped into my stomach. Suddenly, I had no more appetite.
He’d lose it. I just knew he’d lose it. And understandably, considering I was fucking my stepbrother. Dad clearly liked Nate, or at least he liked him enough, but he would never, ever let me date someone like Nate, let alone have sex with him. I was still Dad’s little girl, after all, and the only guys he wanted me to date were rich gentlemen.