Alicia's Misfortune (24 page)

Lydia went to bed every single night as though she were
being serenaded by a thousand sweet cherubs. She found her place in her lover’s
arms and drifted off, just like she’d always wanted to. Her life had become the
fruition of a dream, and she had the comfort and love that she had always
wanted. The one thing that she loved was the ability to always look over at him
and tell him what she was thinking. They’d spend hours on the terrace asking
each other questions and soaking up one another’s knowledge. He hadn’t seen the
things that she’d seen, but he had a perceptive outlook on society and life
that she hadn’t expected. She learned a lot from him, and he learned form her
too.

Mornings were hard for her at first. She would have to wake
up to an empty bed and wait around all day until he came home. He had to work,
but she didn’t and she didn’t like spending so much time away from him. She
couldn’t imagine what it must be like for couples who both had to work to
survive.

She got up and got ready for her day. She ate a quick
breakfast the put on some loose pants and a blouse. She made her way out of the
terrace and let the cool air wash over her. It helped her wake up in the
morning to feel the nice salt air and sea the waves moving in and out.
Sometimes she pick up little sand dollars or run in the waves a bit. It
centered her to have that time to contemplate things, and she loved it. She
just wished she could spend it with Harold.

What she really wanted was to have him there with her alone
for a few weeks. She felt like that was more natural. Lovers shouldn’t have to
break apart right after their wedding so they could go back to work. She didn’t
have enough time with him. Sometimes she did go to the country club to have
lunch or something, but he was busy when he was there that he didn’t have much
time for her, and her presence there became disruptive.

Instead she lounged about at home and did the things she
always used to do. She’d read out on the terrace. She might meet her friends
for lunch or watch T.V. It was boring and she needed to find a way to spice
things up.

“Hello,” Dante’s flamboyant sing song voice rang out on the
other end of the phone. He was her party planner and all around fun guy. He
knew what she needed and provided it.

“Hey Dante. I’m here all alone and I’m trying to get things
setup for a romantic night with my new husband. Can we get things setup?”

“Of course, sweetie! What are we thing?”

He flitted around the house and arranged petals leading up
the stairs. They chose the perfect musical compilation to titillate the senses,
the perfect meal so he wouldn’t have to cook and a bowl of strawberries next to
the bed with flowing fountains of white and dark chocolate on either side.

Every step on the staircase had vanilla candles and they led
straight to the bed.

He got off around 8, and it usually took him about half an
hour to get home. That meant she only had 20 minutes left to get everything
perfect. She had the chef on hold to get their dinner setup. The wait staff
were standing by for to give the signal. She ran around straightening vases and
making sure the candles were going. She took a strawberry and dipped it in
chocolate, just as she was about to put it up to her ruby lips. She heard the
door slam.

She cued the music and walked down to the top of staircase
to see Harold, looking like he’d just climbed out of a dumpster. His chef
clothes were covered in a layer of grease, from head to toe. His face was red
and sweating. He looked exhausted.

“Hey, Lydia.” He looked around and sighed. He walked up the
stairs to give her a hug. “I wish I wasn’t so tired. This all looks so
wonderful.” he had a bright look in his eyes, but he didn’t seem very happy. He
was going to disappoint her. “I’m just gonna head upstairs and change and I’ll
be down in a bit.”

He marched his way up, trampling the rose petals with his
chef shoes. They were soaking up the grease and sticking to the bottoms. Lydia
wasn’t sure how things were going to go, but she decided to wait and see. She
went out onto the terrace and poured herself a glass of wine.

* * * * *

Harold got out of the shower and put on a towel. He had to
use special soap twice a day to deal with the grease form the kitchen. He could
either have oily or dry skin. There was no in between. He put on his robe to
try a white chocolate cherry and walked into the bedroom. He loved that woman
so much. Cherries were his favorite food. He told her that that first night.
She remembered.

He took off his towel and was about to walk naked into his
closet, with his firm cock in hand, when he heard the phone vibrating in his
black chef pants near the bed on the floor. He reached down and hit the ignore
button. Halfway to the closet, his FB app was blaring. Somebody was trying to
call him through that, and he couldn’t make it stop. He ripped the phone out of
his pants and looked at his son’s face on the screen.

“Fu** you!” He answered then hung up right away. His phone
did it again as soon as he hung up. “What?” He was trying not to scream, but he
resented the intrusion.

“I don’t have anywhere to go tonight.”

“Then you should’ve gotten a job. That’s not my problem.”

“Dad,” he could hear Crow sobbing. “How could you do that to
your own son?” Crow might’ve caused him a lot of trouble, but he was still his
son, and no matter how hard he’d tried, he couldn’t just leave him out there.
Sleeping on the streets could ruin his entire life. You don’t just get out of
something like that. He wouldn’t ever be able to get off the streets. If he
went to jail, he couldn’t get a good job. He’d have no future. He couldn’t just
let that happen. He was a terrible human being, incapable or love or decent
behavior, and he’d deserve it, but he couldn’t let it happen.

Harold put on his robe and gave his hungry cock a flick.
It’d have to wait. He went out to the terrace to meet with Lydia. When she
turned around, her red dress waved a little bit, and his heart stopped. He
didn’t want to do this to her, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Are we heading straight to dessert?” She reached into his
robe to grab his crotch and he hardened instantly. He wanted to let her rub up
and down the shaft, but he had to pull away instead. “What’s wrong?” She was
starting to get upset.

“My son got kicked out of his place to day and doesn’t have
anywhere to go.”

“Well can’t he call some of his friends or something.”

“We hate each other. He wouldn’t have called if he wasn’t
desperate.” She had to do it. She couldn’t say no. It would be terrible, but
the way she looked at him said that she wanted too, badly.

“I ju-just can’t say yes, but I can’t say no can I? What
kind of trouble is he going to cause?”

“I don’t know. He might just eat all your food. He might
burn the place down, but he’s my son and I simply can’t just say no to him.”

“We have no choice, but we have to do this properly. He’s
going to have to find a job so he can leave.”

“We’ll figure that out. I can’t let him stay long, but I
think he’s willing to find work. He’s not a bum. He’s just a prick in a bad
situation.”

“Well, does he have somewhere to go tonight?” At least she
might be able to salvage the situation, but his phone going off manically in
his hand said that he didn’t. He went to get dressed and get his son to the
house. There was nothing she could do to fix this. She’d have to eat alone.

Before he got there, she locked herself in her private room
and went to bed. She didn’t want to see anyone that evening.

She didn’t wake up to the sounds of birds singing or a nice
breeze coming through her window. Instead, she had a terrible headache and an
empty bottle in her hand. She rushed to the bathroom and got rid of the rest of
her amazing meal that she’d had to scarf down to avoid seeing the boy, and then
there was the knowledge that she’d have to spend the rest of the day in the
house alone with him and the staff.

Getting angry always gave her a bit of energy, so she
decided to get up instead of mope around. This was her house and she certainly
wasn’t going to hide. She got up and got her robe on and went downstairs to get
a cup of coffee. As soon as she did, she saw Crow standing at the bottom of the
stairs looking up at her with his hands down his boxers.

Her first impression was that he was cocky, but well built.
He had far too much confidence, but when a man’s smile makes you smile, you
can’t help but understand why. He was dripping wet. He must’ve just gotten out
of the shower and the water was getting all over the floor.

“Hey new mommy, wanna try a piece of this?” He pulled his
long cock out and whipped it up and down. She gasped and ran back upstairs.
“Hey come on, you know you want it!” She slammed the door and sat down on the
bed. She hadn’t squirted like that since she was a little kid. She didn’t even
know she could still do it.

Her lips were red and she could feel her clit stiffening.
That little shit was going to get the boot. She couldn’t let him have control
of her like that. If he could push her buttons, he could get his way and she
wasn’t about to have that.

Instead of putting up with his shit, she decided to play a
little game with him. If he was hard, he wanted it. She got in the shower and
let the water wash over her, and clean the nasty feelings right off her. All
she could think of was the way the water was dripping off of his tan skin, or
how nice his thick cock would feel inside of her. He was her stepson, and he
could easily ruin her entire life, but he was more beautiful than any man who
had ever come onto her. She needed dick. She’d been getting it every single
night since her and Harry got together.

 
That one night was
enough to send her into a frenzy, but she could hold out. If she wanted to fu**
with him, she had to. Harry wouldn’t be gone that long, and by the time he was
back, she was going to drive the boy crazy. All she had to do was hold out as
long as she could.

She put on her best white bikini and grabbed a bottle of
coconut butter. It was nice enough outside to swim, and she had a heated pool,
but she needed to get a tan. She was starting to look pale. She went down to
the pool and set her leg on top of alwn chair. She’d positioned herself
directly in front of the back door. She took some butter and slowly rubbed it
up her feet, making sure to get every single crevice. She saw a shadow move
inside. He was watching her. Then she moved it slowly up her calves and did the
next leg. She was starting to get hot herself, so she stuck her finger down her
bottom and rubbed her lips.

Then she rubbed the butter all over her torso and finally
her chest and hips. The shadow moved a bit. She wondered what he was going to
do.

The water looked inviting. She wondered what it would be
like to take a nice dip. It was warm, even in the fall and spring. She made
sure of that herself. She dipped a toe in. It felt right so she slowly walked
down the steps. When everything but her chest was submerged, she looked over at
the glass doors innocently and cupped some water in her hands. She poured it
down the front of her chest and looked down seductively as it dripped down her
tits. She’d had practice with this kind of thing. They boy would melt.

She did some laps around the pool and dunked herself around.
It was fun. She didn’t use the pool enough. She went a few feet under and
started to swim. She was completely underwater. Then she surfaced and looked
around. The glass door was open, but she couldn’t see him. She went to get out
of the pool, then she saw him. He’d been hiding behind a pool chair. He got up
and she could see that he was wearing a black speedo with his hard cock pulled
out the side. It was jumping up and down when started running and letting out
an earth shattering growl that made her shriek. Her entire body was shivering
in the split second where she saw him jump and he was right on top of her. She
grabbed his cock and slipped her hand up and down.

His soft growl caused goosebumps to run up and down her
skin. Her body was convulsing in ecstasy when he pinched her nipple and she let
out a passionate scream. His touch was pure electric as he pushed her to the
edge of the pool with her legs up in the air and his cock firmly placed on her
thigh.

“You know you want this, bitch, huh.” He grabbed her chin
and reached down to crash his lips against hers. His mouth was warm and soft.
His touch was so inviting. His cock was moving closer to her lips and he slammed
her against the pool wall. “You daddy’s little girl?” He pulled hair back,
along with the fold on her bikini and slammed his dick inside her so hard that
she exploded all over him as he drilled her harder and harder, searching and
penetrating every single crevice. He was a manic lover with the force of a
beast as he grabbed her clit and pinched it hard. She screamed as another
explosion ripped through her and he started to slam harder than his father ever
did.

“You’re so fu**ing hot. You better fu**ing take this shit.”
He pinched her nipple and she could feel a wave, like a tsunami running through
her, like a volcano ready to erupt. He slammed his dick inside her and his hips
circled around to cement his dominating force. The ensuing cries of passion accompanied
a wave of pleasure so intense that, when they both exploded they were screaming
over the waves and writhing with pleasure.

He looked down at her to savor the look in her eyes. His
face was menacing, as if he had finally made his first kill. His lip curled up
and he slammed in once more for good pleasure.

He was not a gentleman. When he was done he turned around
and got out of the pool saying, “Stupid c*nt. You just needed a good dickin’
didn’t you.” Before he walked inside, he turned around and said, “My dad is
going to leave when I tell him about this.” She ran out of the pool and slammed
him to the ground. His face hit the metal portion between the concrete and the
marble floor inside, and blood was dripping out of his mouth.