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Ezekiel
Turns out it Ricky’s not feeling so great. And not because I gave him a fist sized sleeping pill earlier.
He and his twin brother, Ronnie were transplanted back to their room to sleep it off after their little romp in the library, but Ricky being the smartest of the two took it upon himself to go looking for another drink once he came to… Helped himself to a bottle of furniture polish by mistake, thinking it must be whiskey. So now he’s not feeling so great.
He might normally stomach the stuff back home, but the top shelf polish we keep here in the house doesn’t seem to be agreeing with him. So yeah, he needs a hospital. And his mom, Trinity isn’t the kind to abandon her son in his hour of need.
She’s harping at the old man, wearing him down until I'm sure he’ll snap like he always does.
But even my father surprises me. Ordering the company helicopter to come get Ricky and once it's clear his mom will be right by his side the whole time, well. I guess he realizes he's gonna have to go along as well.
Leaving me and Eve all alone once I give the whole staff the rest of the night off.
Ronnie, the other twin is still sleeping like a good step brother should, blowing bourbon-scented bubbles in his sleep after having the sense to stay down. So it’s looking like I’ll have my new step sis all to myself for hours… Maybe even all night.
And here I was thinking a family Christmas was gonna be boring. Thinking I might not get my own way after all. But when I want something as bad as I want Eve bouncing on the end of my baby maker. Things just seem to fall into place as if by magic.
A real Christmas miracle.
But once my father spots how close I am to Eve. Once he can see the smile twitching at the edge of my mouth, almost unable to hide my delight. The sheen of my come-soaked lotion on her hands and neck, marking her as mine and mine alone only making me feel more in control than ever.
He needs to do or say something to sound like he's the one in charge.
Like he’s still head of the household. The man of the family.
The boss.
“It looks like Ricky needs a hospital,” He clips, moving over to Eve and me. Giving Eve an understanding look and explaining to her as if she’s five that Ricky’s gonna be fine.
But his new wife is already clipping orders to the staff like she knows how to handle a crisis better than anyone.
Her thick southern accent filling the dining room and hallway outside, with Grosvenor at full attention. Eager to follow every one of her commands. And looking like a man who needs to lie down himself, it’s as much music to his ears as mine to learn that three of the Ellis household will be out of his hair as soon as the chopper arrives.
“I can stay here, can’t I?” Eve asks, giving her best doe eyed look. Fluttering her lashes at my father who always was and always will be a sucker for a pretty face.
But her face, every part of her belongs to me now. Mine. So I’m glad when he takes a long breath in, only giving me a cursory glance before agreeing.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine here…” He concedes, “Ezekiel can keep you company for dinner. And we can have ourrealChristmas dinner tomorrow instead.” He decides aloud.
Eve’s relief is instant but the tension between the old man and me, coupled with my aching dick straining in my pants. Already primed to shoot another huge load is palpable.
Trinity trots over. Her high heels clicking on the parquetry floor between ancient Persian rugs. And hooking her arm through my father’s, she squeezes it. Quietly thanking him first before reeling off instructions for Eve.
Her ‘how to be ladylike’ speech for her daughter I can tell Eve’s heard a thousand times already. Making her flush with embarrassment between her eyes darting to mine and then to the giant piles of wrapped gifts still under the tree.
“Can I at least openoneof my presents?” She asks her mom once it’s clear Trinity’s said her piece. “…It is my Eighteenth birthday after all.” She adds, pouting up at her mom before she gives me a knowing look.
Making sure I understand loud and clear that yes she’s old enough now. And that special lotion I watched her cover herself in is already having the desired effect.
As if the potency of the needful message in my seed has soaked right into her skin, coursing through her veins in the same way I can feel it rising up my stiff shaft all over again. Ready for her. And ready to fill her with it this time.
Claim her proper.
Trinity huffs a breath, moving between me and Eve as she hooks her arm around her only daughter’s shoulders. “Of course you can, darlin’” she drawls, apologizing to both of us for the way things have turned out so far, and just like my father did, she promises to make it up to her tomorrow.
“We can have the best Christmas ever once Ricky’s feeling better. And we’ll make sure it’s got a big helping of your birthday mixed in with it.” She says with certainty. The kind of positive spin that only a mom could put on what anyone else might view as a complete disaster.
And I’m in agreement.
