Reclaiming My Sister

AR TABOO
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 1

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 Reclaiming My Sister
She was taken from him, so how he's taking something from her.
 Chapter One
BUNNY

I stare out the window watching the snow start to fall while my Kindle lies
forgotten in front of me. This is my favorite place to sit because from this
spot, I can watch people come and go.
The small coffee shop on the corner has the most activity. People really
are creatures of habit. I see so many of the same faces that I’ve even given
some of them stories in my mind.
The only one I don’t much care for is Harris, at least that’s what I call
him. He’s always flirting with the beautiful barista, and neither of them
seem to mind the gold wedding ring on his finger. It’s shameful, isn’t it?
But what do I know?
My mother has already gone through one new husband since she left the
only man I’ve ever called my father: James O'Brien. He’s been there at all
my earliest memories. I miss him, but more than that, I miss my brother
Connor the most. I still dream of him, but as time passes, his face fades
more and more from my memory.
I’m not even an O’Brien anymore. The life I once knew was taken away
from me in one night while both my father and brother were out of the
house. I knew that some of their business deals weren't legal, but I was kept
sheltered to what they didn’t want me to see. I’m still a bit naïve, but they
operated outside the law, and whatever they did paid very well.
All of that changed in one night when my mother was pulling me out of
the bed in a frenzied state saying we had to leave. She told me James was
going to kill her, and although I didn’t want to think James would do that,
their arguments could get intense.
 When it got bad, I would always run to find my brother Connor. He’d
either break it up or let me crawl into his bed and cuddle. Sometimes I
thought they enjoyed fighting, but it scared me. I loved both of them, but
they made the idea of marriage ridiculous.
The night before my mother pulled me out of bed, she and James had
one of their worst fights ever. My mom was a drunken mess, and she was
screaming about a whore he was with. My father tossed back that she had
no room to talk. He wasn’t wrong. There were a few times I thought I saw
her coming out of one of the rooms in the house with one of my father's
men. Her hair would be tousled and her lipstick smeared.
During those times, I would go to Connor’s room and crawl into bed
with him. I was so happy he was home because more often than not, during
that last year, he was out working at night. Part of me wondered if he was
with the whores my mother screamed about and that's why he was out so
late.
The last night I was home, I tried to get into his bed, but he turned me
away. He told me to go back to mine. I had no idea I’d never see him again.
That next day he and my father were both out of the house all day, and
when I went to bed that night, they still hadn’t returned. That’s when Mom
woke me up and said we had to leave. I didn’t get a chance to grab anything
except the small pink bunny bear Connor gave me on my thirteenth
birthday. I always kept it on my bed. He always called me Bunny.
Mom was ready to go and had a car filled with things. When I saw a
few bags filled with cash, I knew in that moment if my father didn’t want to
kill her already, he would once he found her.
I lost count of how many days we traveled. We went from the car to a
train and then a bus. It felt like it was never-ending until we finally landed
here. I’d been heartbroken, but my mom moved on so easily.
She dated several men before marrying and then getting a quickie
divorce because she had her sights set on another. Each one is richer than
the last and it’s almost impressive how she can lure them in. I’ve been kept
tucked away, so I often feel awkward when I talk to anyone. I’d die if I tried
to flirt with a man.
Her newest one, Aaron, gives me the creeps. He stares too long and is
always asking me questions and trying to talk to me. If it were up to me, I’d
move out. I’m a legal adult, but it’s really not an option because I have no
money, and I can’t even get a job. My mom has told me so many times that
they’ll find us and kill me first to make her suffer before finally ending her
life.
At first it was hard to believe her, but she started to tell me stories of the
things that my father and brother did. It’s the reason I wasn’t allowed in the
basement. That’s where they took the people that wronged them in some
way or broke loyalty. She made me wonder if some of my memories
weren’t what really happened. I never recalled them being cruel to me, but
she’d pepper me with stories that had me questioning my own thoughts.
She said Connor was turning out to be worse than my father. I saw him
snap at one of the guys that came and went from the home, and his whole
demeanor changed. In that split second he became unrecognizable, but it
was never directed my way. In fact, when he realized I was there standing
on the stairs, it was as if a mask fell back into place, and he gave me a smile
before releasing the man from the hold he had around his neck. The guy
dropped to the floor but quickly got to his feet and bolted from the house.
“Oh!” I gasp, sitting up straighter when I see a white kitten alone and
huddled up against a trash can across the street. It’s snowing out and below
freezing. Without thinking, I pull on my boots and slip on my long coat. I’m
only in my pajamas, but I’ll be fast. My mom will be pissed that I went out
of the house alone, but I’m not going to leave the kitten out there. Aaron
took her out, and I’m alone for the night in our townhome.
After disarming the alarm, I open the front door and grit my teeth when
a gust of frigid wind hits me. The snow is turning to ice now, so I grab the
rail when I almost slip on the stairs in my haste to get down to the sidewalk.
My glasses fog up, and it takes me a second to see, but once I do I glance
both ways to check for cars. Making sure it’s clear, I dart across the street to
save the kitten.
“Hey, baby, are you okay?” I say as I lean down and pet it. “Are you
stuck?” I see a small hook connected to the kitten’s collar at the base of the
trashcan. “Why would someone clip you here and leave you?” Unhooking
the kitten, I pull him closer to help warm him up. He doesn't seem
malnourished and appears to be a healthy baby kitten. “Who would do such
a thing to you?”
“Me,” a deep voice says, and then an arm wraps around my waist from
behind.
My whole body stiffens right as a needle pricks my neck. That’s when
the whole world goes black.
 Chapter Two
CONNOR

She looks so peaceful stretched out on the bed as I sit on the edge of the
mattress. I didn’t want it to have to be this way, but I didn’t have a choice.
Not anymore.
When I reach out and brush her hair away from her face, my hands
tremble. It took so long to find her that I was beginning to get worried that I
never would, and that wasn’t a possibility I was willing to entertain.
As soon as we planted Aaron, things fell into place. That’s all it took to
get Vivian’s attention and force her to climb out of her hiding hole. Aaron
created elaborate events with connections to places we thought Vivian
might go. Eventually she showed up to a party with a ring on her finger, but
once Aaron stepped in, that was over.
Today’s plan has been building for weeks, and he finally got Vivian out
of the house and away from my Bunny. Vivian is going to have a rude
awakening when she shows up for her getaway with Aaron only to discover
my father waiting for them. She’s got lots of explaining to do on the money
she took and the secrets she sold. James would have given her anything she
wanted, but selling secrets to our enemies broke his trust, and there’s no
going back.
Whatever happens with the two of them doesn’t matter to me, because
all I wanted out of this deal was Bunny. That’s why I worked so hard to
catch Vivian, so that Bunny would be my reward. She was always meant to
be mine.
She breathes evenly as I stroke her cheek and let my fingers trail down
her neck. The place where I gave her the sedative is pink, but it shouldn’t
hurt when she finally wakes up. This is how it used to be when she would
crawl into my bed. On nights I knew James and Vivian were going to argue,
I would give her a special night time tea to help her sleep. Then I would
wait for the sedative to kick in so I could hold her all I wanted.
“I missed you,” I say as I push up her threadbare T-shirt and stare down
at her bare breasts. “I missed this too.”
My fingers trace over her nipples as I bend down and touch my lips to
hers. Then I dip my head low and suck on her pretty pink buds one at a
time. I’m already so fucking hard with anticipation that I don’t know how
I’m going to hold back. I’ve never gone further than a little touching before
while holding her close as she clung to me in fear of the fighting. Not that
I’d have ever let that get near her. But now that she’s been gone from me for
too long, I’m backed up.
When I brought her here to the remote cabin, I decided to tie her hands
to the bed just in case. I couldn’t chance her getting away from me, so I
tossed her robe on the floor and left her in only a T-shirt and panties before
securing her arms over her head. I didn’t trust how I might respond if she
tried to run from me. It was better this way. I’m on a razor's edge. I’ve been
on it since she disappeared from my life, taking the only light I wanted in
my dark world.
Sucking on her nipples isn’t enough. I feel like I’m owed payback for
all the nights she’s been out of my bed. That last night she asked to sleep
with me, I had to turn her away. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold back
anymore, and I wanted our first time to be special. Little did I know that she
was going to be stolen out from under me, and I’ve been in a rage since
then.
Now I’m making up for lost time, and I won’t have her trying to run
from me.
Dipping my fingers in her panties, I find her warm center and begin to
rub her clit. She might be unconscious, but her pussy knows what to do. She
begins to get wetter the more I rub, and I love how slick her pretty little
cunt is getting.
“Baby sis, you’re dripping.” I smile to myself as I pull her panties down
her legs and spread her knees wide. I want to get a good look at her like this
where she can’t fight me. “Fuck, I’m not going to be able to wait.”
I want her looking at me when I pop her cherry, but I can do other
things until then. Her wrists are tied so that I can roll her over on her
stomach while she’s still secured. I pull her hip up and devour her from
behind, needing her taste on my mouth. When I thrust my tongue into her
tight pussy I feel her innocence. It’s something I want to keep in parts of her
life but not here when we’re alone. That innocence will be mine.
I drag my tongue back to her dark entrance, wanting to taste every part
of her. She belongs to me. Has from before I even knew what that shit
meant. Her body responds to my tongue, her cunt getting wetter. Her body
wants what only I can give it. I’d never allow another to have her.
Reaching to the bedside table, I take out the lube I bought just for this
and squirt a few drops in my hand. I rub my cock fast a few times as I climb
on the bed on top of her.
My knees go to the outside of her legs, and I slide an arm under her hips
to tilt her bottom up just a little. It’s enough for me to slide my cock
between the crack of her ass and then press it against her tight back hole.
“This is for me, sister,” I say as I nudge against it. “You’ll always be my
sweet Bunny. My sweet innocent girl.”
She doesn’t move as I push the head of my cock into her ass, and I hiss
with pleasure. Since she’s passed out she doesn’t fight me, and I slide in
nice and easy. I plant my fists on either side of her body as I begin to rock
my hips.
“Fuck, she’s so damn tight.” I look down and watch my shiny lubed
cock disappearing into her ass. “How many times can I take this before you
wake up?”
My control is breaking as I slowly rock forward so she takes more.
Being inside her settles that angry beast in my chest, and the more I take,
the more I want. Could I fuck her mouth too without waking her up?
All those times in my bed, I would rub her tits or slide my hand between
her legs. It was always over the clothes, but I knew what was under them,
and now that I’m balls deep in her ass, I need more. She was always
wiggling all over me when she crawled into my bed. My Bunny would
cling to me during those nights.
“Connor,” she moans, and I still. Her body is still unmoving, and her
eyes are closed but maybe the drugs are starting to wear off.
“Shh. Just a little longer,” I say as I push into her ass. “I’m almost
finished.”
My cock is so fucking full, but it feels good, and I don’t want it to end
yet. I put my weight down on her back as I begin to rock my hips in earnest.
In and out my cock works her ass, but I can see she’s starting to stir.
 “Big,” she moans, and I feel her clench just as I thrust in.
“Brother is here.” I kiss her cheek and grind against her asshole. “Go
back to sleep.”
Even though she’s tied up, I hold her down and start to pound. I waited
too fucking long for this, and she’s going to take it.
“Connor.” The word is clearer this time, and her arms tug on the
restraints.
“Fuck, that’s it.” I’m already leaking into her as I go faster. “Fight me,
Bunny.”
She pushes against my cock like she’s trying to get me out of her ass,
and that’s all it takes for me to nut. I hold myself deep and cum hard as I put
all my weight on top of her. She’s going to take every fucking drop, and
then I’m going to show her what happens when she tries to run from me.
 Chapter Three
BUNNY

A mix of pain and pleasure throbs through my body, and the sensation of
being full is overwhelming. I try to push away from whatever is happening,
but my body doesn’t want to. It wants more.
“Bunny.” The one word breaks through the fog of my mind, and my
body presses down hard into the mattress as warmth blooms inside of me. I
try to move, but I get nowhere because I’m pinned down. “Fuck, I’m still
hard.”
I gasp as the weight lifts from my body and something slips from my
bottom. Oh god. The same warmth I’d felt inside of me starts to leak out of
me there.
“I’ll be right back.” A mouth gently kisses my bare back, and I close my
eyes as everything comes back into full focus. The reality of what just
happened takes over, and I remember the kitten and then someone grabbing
me.
I open my eyes when I hear the sound of water. When I try to move, I
realize my hands are tied to the bed frame. I manage to roll over onto my
back, and my body aches but not with a normal pain. I’m not sure what it is.
My bottom feels used, and I know the man was inside of me there. It’s the
only place that I have a trace of any kind of discomfort. It doesn’t hurt; it’s
more tender than anything.
“Where am I?” I pull on my wrist again, but it’s useless. The fabric
might be soft, but I can tell I’m not going to be able to break free. I lick my
dry lips, glancing around the room. If I’m not gagged, I’m guessing I’m in
the middle of nowhere. The walls are made of logs, giving away that I’m in
a cabin. Everything in the room is nice and clean, and I’m surprised by how
new it looks. My eyes go to the one door that is open, and I know it’s the
bathroom.
This can’t be happening.
When I hear the water go off, I press my thighs together. My shirt is
bunched up over the top of my boobs, and I try and wiggle to get it to go
down, but it won’t budge. It’s the only thing I still have on. He’s stripped
me off all my clothes, and I wonder what else he did while I was asleep. I'd
feel it if he’d taken my virginity. The same way I know he’s put himself
inside of my bottom. Mostly because what he left behind is still leaking
from there.
Why did he have sex with me in my bottom? Wait, does that mean
someone else is getting my virginity? Panic starts to rise inside of me
because I remember something like that happening in one of my books.
This can’t be happening. I stayed locked away and hated it, but maybe my
mother was right. The one time I leave the house alone, I get myself into
this.
I want to cry out for help, and there’s only one person I want bouncing
through my mind. The only person I ever went to when I was scared.
Connor.
I was dreaming of him before I was jerked awake by the person using
my body. My stomach flutters with a weird excitement at someone having
their way with me. That they wanted me so badly they took me. I try to
shake those thoughts away, knowing they’ve always creeped into my mind
whenever I have that need to touch myself.
“Bunny.” My heart nearly leaps out of my chest, and this time when I
hear the one word, I know it’s not in my head or part of a dream. It’s
coming from the man walking out of the bathroom with only a towel
wrapped around his waist and his dark hair wet from the shower. “You’re
not hurting, are you?”
I open and close my mouth as Connor comes to stand at the side of the
bed. He’s older now, and his body is thicker and more built than I recall.
He’s the same but he’s not. His tone is soft, but I can tell there is an edge to
it. He’s trying to control it.
“Connor?” I whisper, wondering if my mind is making things up, but I
could never forget his eyes. No one can.
I’ve never seen someone with eyes as dark as his. Even Mom mentioned
them more than once. She wondered if he was soulless. At least that's what
she’d say when I asked about him. That’s not what I saw when I stared into
his eyes. I always thought they let me see into him. Right now, though, I’m
not sure what I’m seeing. There’s something wild there.
“Sis.” He slips onto the bed. “Did you really think I’d let you go?” He
brushes his mouth across mine ever so gently. “I told you we’d always be
together.” Connor’s tongue licks across the seam of my mouth. “Answer
me.” He nips my bottom lip, making me gasp.
“I don’t understand.” A tear slips free, and he narrows his eyes on me
before he kisses it away.
“Are you scared?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. Scared of what he’s done to me?
Scared that I might be ripped from him again?
“You think I’d hurt you?” His voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it.
“Would you?” I ask.
Connor isn’t only the brother I remember. Now he’s a man in every
sense of the word, and a darkness lingers around him. I try to bring my arms
down to touch him, forgetting that they are tied. He used to tell me I was a
bright light in his world of darkness. He used to tell me that he loved me
too. Does he still or is he mad like Mom said he’d be if they ever found us?
“It depends what you consider hurt, I suppose.” He buries his face in my
neck, sucking in a deep breath. “You always smelled so sweet.” He kisses
my neck, and I feel his lips trailing along it. “I don’t want to hurt you,
Bunny.” He lifts his head, his body sliding over on top of mine before he
presses his knees down, demanding my thighs to spread for him. My
brother's hard cock presses against my bare sex, and a whimper leaves me.
That’s when the full body ache comes rushing back. “But know I will do
whatever I need to keep you. You’re mine, Bunny. You belong to me.” His
hand wraps around my throat. “Did you leave with her willingly?” His
fingers tighten.
“No.”
“You weren't hers to take. Do you understand that?” I nod my head. “I
want to hear it, little sister. Who do you belong to?” His hand keeps
tightening around my neck, making it harder to breathe. I can see it now in
his eyes. He’s like a rabid dog being taunted with the food it’s been starved
of.
And I’m his next meal.
 Chapter Fo
CONNOR

“I’m yours.” Her words are strained because I’m squeezing her neck, but I
can’t stop myself. I have to show her who’s in control, and it’s not her.
“That’s right.” I stare down to where her pussy is, and I push my cock in
a little more. “I’m taking you bare. Nothing comes between us ever
again…” When the first inch of my dick penetrates her, I groan in both
agony and need. “I always knew my little sister's cunt would be my first and
only.”
“It hurts.” She wiggles as I push in a little more.
“This is why I took your ass when you were asleep.” She squeezes
around me, and I almost choke. “Fuck.”
“You’re too big.” Her eyes are wide, but I’m already shaking my head.
“You’ll take it,” I grunt as I push in a little more, and her virgin pussy
yields to my dick. With one last thrust, I sink all the way inside, and she
hisses. “You feel so goddamn good.”
“Connor.” She cries out, but I’m too far gone.
I’ve still got my hand around her neck, and I pull out and rock back in.
I’m pumping faster now, and I feel how wet she is. Even if there’s pain,
she’s getting off on it. Or getting off on me taking it.
“Do you have any idea how many times I dreamed of this?” With my
other hand, I push her leg up so I can get deeper. “Your ass was sweet, but
my cum belongs here.” Grinding against her pussy, I feel her clench with
need. “Tell me you want me to do it.”
“I want you to,” she’s quick to say and bears down while I grind.
“Tell me you love me.”
 “I love you.” Her eyes meet mine, and I groan as she watches me rut on
top of her. She means it. My little sister was a terrible liar. There was no
point for her to even try. She knows I can read her.
“I love you too, Bunny.” Bending my head down, I suck on her nipple
and then lick the other one. “She knew how bad I wanted you. That’s why
she took you from me. She saw the way I watched you and how I kept
getting bolder. Dad told me to keep my hands off of you, but I couldn’t.”
I let go of her neck and put my hands under her ass to hold her still as I
go deep.
“He knows I brought you here to do this.” I grin down at her as I rub my
thumb over her clit. “He told me to pull out, but we both know I’m not
going to.” Her eyes widen in surprise.
“Oh god, I think—” Her body tenses as my thumb presses down on her
clit, and before she can stop herself, she begins to cum.
I feel her innocent little cunt grip around me like a vise, and I have no
choice but to nut inside her. My cock pumps hard, and I empty my cum into
her barely legal pussy.
We’re both catching our breath as I look down at her body that’s flushed
and sticky from what I’ve done to her.
“I hear virgin blood tastes sweet,” I say as I slowly slide out of her
pussy, and a rush of my cum comes with it. There’s a little pink down the
shaft of my cock but mostly it’s just her own release coating me. “Why
don’t you suck me off and tell me if it’s true.”
Climbing up her body, I straddle her chest and point my dick at her
mouth. Her eyes blink up at me as I drag the head over her lips and leave a
trail of semen on them.
“I-I don’t know how.” Her tongue darts out to lick up the cream, and I
push the tip past her lips.
“You’ll learn.” I grab her hair in a fist and hold her steady as I slowly
sink into her mouth. “Relax, breathe through your nose.”
When she swallows, it causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
Fuck me, she was worth every bit of the wait. It feels so fucking good I
release a groan that fills the room. She must sense that I like it because she
does it again. Pumping in her mouth in shallow thrusts, I go easy on her.
“You’re already a pro,” I say as I cup her chin and push in deeper. “Take
it all the way to the back. Fuck, that’s it. I’m going to cum in every part of
you, sissy.”
 She moans around my dick, and I put a hand on the headboard to steady
myself. My hips surge into her mouth, not caring if she gags because I’m so
desperate to cum in her again. I feel her swallow hard, and that’s all it takes
for my cock to go off again.
“Suck it down,” I say through clenched teeth. “Drink my cum, Bunny. It
belongs only to you.”
When the last drop is out of me, my dick comes out of her mouth with
the sound of a pop as I fall back onto the mattress beside her.
“Holy shit,” she says, and I reach over and smack her pussy.
“Watch your mouth, little girl.”
“Connor!” She squeals and presses her thighs together, but I manage to
put my head between them and lick over where I just slapped. She
immediately relaxes and thrusts her hips up to follow my tongue.
“Greedy girl,” I say as I suck on her clit. I leave her on the edge as I
look over her body and run my hands over every inch.
“Can you untie me now?”
“No.” I’m quick to answer because I’m not ready to yet. At some point,
I’ll release her hands, but she’ll forever be tied to me. I don’t care how
fucked-up that is. I know I’m not sane when it comes to her. She’s the only
person I’ve ever craved. My father could fuck dozens of whores, but there
is only one girl that I’ve ever wanted. My obsession is endless. The idea of
another woman only stroked my anger. It would only be a reminder that it
wasn't my Bunny. “Do you want some tea?”
“Will it make me sleepy?”
“Yes. But I want your ass again, and I need you relaxed for that.” I lick
her pussy, and she moans.
“Maybe I want to be awake for that.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
“Maybe I like it when you’re asleep.” Her body completely mine and
under my control. I suck on her clit, and she rolls her hips up and moans my
name.
“I can pretend to be asleep.” She spreads her legs wider, and I smile.
“You’d do that for me?”
“Anything for you.” There’s my girl. Her eyes lock with mine, and they
stay that way while I eat her pussy until she cums.
“Turn on your side,” I say to her as I slide up her body and spoon
behind her. “I want you like this. And you’ll be good for me?”
 “Yes.” She nods as I reach between her legs and rub the lube against her
ass. “I don’t want to go anywhere you’re not.” Good, that will make it
easier for our future together.
“That’s my girl,” I say as I kiss her neck and then reach up to untie her
hands. “I love you, baby sister,” I say as I nudge the opening of her ass with
my cock.
“I love you more,” she whispers before closing her eyes and being very,
very still.

The End
 Milky Se ets
Her uncle has been preparing her for a life with him... and his milky kinks.
 Chapter 1
NIKKI
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I stare out the window as we make the long drive out to Uncle Gordon’s.
I’ve only ever met him a handful of times over the years. He hated the city,
Mom said, and it’s why he lived out in the middle of nowhere but still
managed to rule the family with an iron first.
Honestly I have no clue what he does. I think it might have something
to do with stocks. Whatever it is, he does it well because he supports my
mom and me. He showed up one day out of the blue after my father
abandoned us, and our lives were forever changed.
We went from a trailer park to a fancy house in a gated community. I
was taken out of public school and given my own teacher that came to the
house every day to teach me one on one, and I got my high school diploma
months ago.
I should have known something was up when Mom never talked about
what would happen after I graduated. Then again, she doesn’t do anything.
There was no talk of the future for me since each day was like the rest. I
longed for something more, and I felt all alone.
Sometimes I’d ask Mom if I could do certain things, but she’d never let
me. She would tell me it wasn’t permitted on the list of rules from Gordon.
All rules must be followed, or we’d be out on the street. At least, that was
my understanding.
At first, it was all wonderful because we always had a fridge stocked
with food, and I had a bedroom of my own. It was a big change from the
life we’d had before.
I’d heard my father speak of Gordon before I’d ever met him. They
weren’t close brothers, and my father loathed him. He’d get drunk and go
on about how Gordon stole the family business out from under him and that
since he was the older brother it should have been his. I got the feeling my
father didn’t get the family business because he was disowned. He had a lot
of bad habits, and I think my mom was one of them.
Someone once told me that my mom used to be a stripper, and that’s
how she and my dad met. They even teased that the man I knew as my
father might not actually be him. Looking at Mom, you’d never know that
she once took her clothes off for money and maybe did other favors. Not as
she sits next to me in a Chanel dress. Her outfit cost more than the trailer
we once lived in.
I have no clue what was gossip around the trailer park or real. I was just
happy to be out of there. Once my father up and left, I started to see a
change in my mom. She started to pick up on some of my father’s habits
and often didn’t come home. She would hop from one trailer to another,
leaving me alone in ours when I was only twelve.
Then one day, Uncle Gordon was standing at the door of our trailer,
looking so out of place in his fancy suit and car. I remember him being
bigger than life then and just as intimidating. He had this aura of power that
rolled off him, and even though I was thirteen, I still feel the same now.
That’s the day we moved, and I never saw that trailer park again.
While everything was better as the years passed, I started to realize how
isolated I really was. Especially now that I no longer go to school. It was
always just Mom and me, but sometimes she goes out. Mostly I stay home,
and when I do leave, security comes with me. If Mom left on her own,
security would stay behind, which I never understood.
Gordon only shows up once a year like a check-in, and he and my
mother would go over the rules. After that, he would be out the door, not
sparing me a glance. I didn’t understand because he didn’t care about his
brother, but he looked out for us. I shouldn’t question it, and if anything, I
should be thankful, but things again are changing.
“Why do I have to move?” I ask my mom for the tenth time. Two days
ago, I was told I was moving up to the family estate.
“It’s time.” There is a glossiness in my mom's eyes. I’ve noticed it more
lately, and I wonder if she’s slipped into some old habits when she’s gone
out.
“Time for what?”
 “Your Uncle Gordon is all alone out there. He needs someone to keep
him company.”
“He wants company?” The man hardly talks.
I didn’t think he liked me. When he did spare a glance my way, his face
would turn hard, and his dark eyes seared through me. As big and scary as
he was, there was something alluring about him. I had a weird fascination
with him and often caught myself thinking about him and recounting the
things my father said. He seemed cold, but I’m sure I’ll soon find out.
“Yes, he wants company.”
“Why aren’t you staying too?”
“He doesn’t want me.” Her lips purse. Maybe this isn’t a bad thing.
Some space from my mom might be nice. She’s never been a warm and
fuzzy mother. “Did you take your pills?”
“Yes.” That was another new rule that popped up when I turned
eighteen. A doctor came out to the house to give me a physical. She gave
me a few shots and started me on some vitamins. Mom said all girls do it
when they turn eighteen.
At first I didn’t notice any difference, but after a while, I noticed
changes, though it could be part of getting older. I’ve gained some weight,
which my mother complained about constantly. I did not get her genes
because she’s rail thin. My curves have filled out more, but what I noticed
most were my breasts. They often ache, as do other parts of me, and now
it’s starting to get almost painful. Maybe I should ask to see that doctor
again.
“We’re almost there,” Mom says, putting her sunglasses on to hide her
eyes. “You need to understand something, Nikki. Gordon has been good to
us. If he asks you to do something, you do it. Remember our talk about men
and their needs.”
“Mom,” I hiss as embarrassment heats my face and I glance toward the
driver. Yeah, I remember that talk. It wasn’t one I enjoyed having with her. I
preferred learning about it from my romance books. They might not be
reality, but they could make me dream and long for more.
“Now is not the time to be shy.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re getting new rules,” she says, not answering my question.
“Of course I will.” I roll my eyes.
“Don’t be a little bitch.” I flinch at her words.
 Since we were told that I was moving, Mom has been cruel toward me.
Normally, she doesn’t pay me much attention, but now she’s been taking
jabs at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think she’s jealous, but I don’t
understand why. “I hope he doesn’t change his mind.” Her eyes move down
my body, and I fidget with the top of my dress.
It’s been hard to find anything that fits me right with how full my
breasts are. They are almost falling out of the top, and I hope whatever
clothes I have at Uncle Gordon’s will fit me better. I was told to leave
everything behind.
The driver pulls up a long driveway, and a man steps out from a little
guard house, peeking into the car. He looks at everyone but me as if I’m not
here. A moment later, the giant black gates that would put ours to shame
swing open, and the driver continues up the driveway. My mouth falls open
when I see the house—if you can call it a house because it’s more like a
castle. It’s so big I might not even see Gordon. This is the kind of place a
girl could get lost in.
I think my life is about to change completely once again.

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