VOLUME I; Chapter 02

-PAGE: EROTIC+ TV

-TITLE: THE MAN OF THE HOUSE

-AUTHOR: LOLO

-VOLUME I:

-CHAPTER 02:

I grit my teeth. Everything was going to rot. She wouldn't stand there watching me clean if Dad were alive. And he could never stand Jennifer making messes and not cleaning them up either. He allegedly bent his niece over his knee and spanked her.

Rose took out her iPhone with her other hand, texting while sipping her grape juice. I grabbed a rag and wiped the counter. I hated mess. Things should be tidy, well ordered. Dad always said that a house is a reflection of its owner. A clean house meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his family running smoothly and made sure his children did their chores.

And it was gone.

Mom's heels clicked as she entered the kitchen, still dressed in her professional skirt and blouse, her dyed blonde hair in a messy bun. The roots of his hair were dark black. She didn't wear much makeup and didn't do more with her hair than pull it back into a bun these days. She dyed her hair and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still kept it half-hearted.

As mom walked to the bottom cabinet next to the sink, I asked her;

➖What’s for dinner?

I tried not to look at her tight skirt over her ass.

My sister had inherited her brick body from our mother.

Mom said in a tired voice;

➖Order what you want

She stood up, holding a case of wine in one hand;

➖I'm too tired to cook tonight.

I muttered;

➖You are too tired to cook one evening

She cooked dinner every night except Friday and Sunday. Dad loved home-cooked meals. Me too. Ordering pizza, Chinese food or subs quickly became obsolete.

Mom didn't respond casually;

➖I’m going to Natacha’s.

On the way out, my sister mumbled;

➖I see she has restocked her box of wine.

I groaned.

As Rose passed me she ruffled my hair and said;

➖Get over it, squirt

I scowled at him.

➖PINK: You can choose dinner. Since you're the man of the house now.

I hated his mocking smile;

Shut up.

➖ROSE: You see, I'm already taking orders.

She finished her glass of grape juice and placed it on the counter two feet from the sink.

➖ME: Are you going to rinse that?

She shrugged her shoulders;

➖I have to go to work.

My eyebrows arched;

➖They let you work in their structure dressed like that?

She said grabbing her purse;

➖They have uniforms to wear to the store. One of us needs money to pay for mom's wine. Maybe you should get up and get a job?

Since she was twenty-two weeks old, she had found a job where her friend Leslie had started working. It shocked me that she even got a job. She was a lazy cow. I grabbed her drink as she walked by, looking at her phone.

It beeped and she let out a happy sound;

➖Ooh, there she is.

The front door opened a moment later. Leslie walked into the kitchen, a redhead with a big smile on her face and delicious dimples. She hugged my sister while I rinsed Rose's glass. If I didn't wash it, the glass would sit on the damn counter all night. My hand tightened on it. If Dad were alive, he would spank Rose, no matter how old she was, for doing that.

➖And here is the stud farm; Leslie said walking towards me.

She wore a short, tight skirt and high-heeled boots. I smelled her perfume as she leaned against the counter;

➖How are you?

I frowned;

➖The same as when we shared World History today.

It was Aunt Natacha's class. She taught history at our high school. Not that the fact that she was my aunt led her to give me a break. I had already taken courses taught by her and she made sure that I did not do my homework half-heartedly, not wanting to show nepotism. The irony of this situation was zero.

Leslie, leaning against me, said;

➖Your hair is disheveled

Her breasts strained the midriff shirt she wore. I could see the outline of her nipples.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by women I couldn't do anything with? Sexy women. Amen, Rose, Mom and even Leslie. Rose would kill me if I attacked her best friend. And Leslie knew it.

She was a tease.

Leslie purred, her voice becoming hoarse;

➖I like men with dreamy hair... It makes them... dangerous.

I took a deep breath;

➖Cool.

She was just having sex with me. RIGHT? The way she spoke, the way her green eyes burned as she leaned toward me, the smell of her perfume.

Amen should wear perfume.

➖ROSE: We have to go, Dandi

Don't ask me why my sister calls her friend Dandi. Or why Leslie called my sister Yunie.

Leslie laughed as she walked away from the counter;

➖Okay, Yunie... I have to go get these crazy bills.

She grabbed my sister's arm and the couple strode out.

➖ROSE: Later, squirt

I almost threw his glass on the floor. I hated it when she called me a squirt.

➖ME: I'm not a fucking little boy, bitch.

She laughed. The front door closed.

I put his glass in the dishwasher. It was full, so I added soap and started loading. I walked out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes clicking on the hard wooden runners. Dad laid floors throughout the house for Mom when I was about ten.

Dad told me;

➖Let the women decide on the decoration. So do it for them. Show them that you are handy and competent. Women like to know that their men are practical. Keep them happy and they will please you, my son.

Damn, I missed him. I hadn't even been to his shed in the garden where he had his carpenter's tools since his death. Too fucking painful.

I reached the second floor hallway and walked through it to the attic stairs. My little sister's door opened and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only member of the family without a smartphone or tablet. But she had her Kindle e-reader. She absentmindedly pushed her glasses up her pretty nose, then gasped when she saw me. She groaned clutching her Kindle to her chest;

➖Joachim

At eighteen, she was small and thin, her light brown hair tied back in girlish pigtails. She just started first grade at my school;

➖You scared me.

I retorted;

➖So don’t stick your nose in the Kindle, Aurialie

She shrugged, turned and walked towards the bathroom, her eyes glued to her book. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to him since Dad died. She spent all her time in her room, even eating there these days. The few friends she had seemed to have disappeared.

Gee, maybe I should talk to him or something?

I groaned and climbed the stairs to the attic. My room took up half of it, the other was a storage space filled with cardboard boxes filled with Christmas decorations, old clothes and the usual junk that any family accumulates over the years. My door was the one on the left at the top of the stairs. I opened it and dropped my backpack as I entered.

My room was clean and tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was under the attic ceiling. I only had one window, a skylight piercing the roof. I could stand there to my full height. The walls were painted blue, a project I did with Dad a decade or more ago. I collapsed onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.

I should start with homework. Amen would be here soon, but it had been a long week, a long month.

A long series of months.

I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, and didn't fight the nap that had put me to sleep.

~~ AMEN LOUPIN ~~

I pulled on the tight tank top, shivering at how well it fit my breasts. My nipples were hard. It was so obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra. This made me both nervous and excited to go to my cousin's house. No bra. Maybe... I'll show him my tits. And he could touch them directly. Not through my shirt or bra. Direct contact.

It sent excited heat through my pussy as my hips shook. I was afraid to take this step. There was only one direction our relationship was going: sex.

I really wanted to sleep with Joachim. To make love to him. Having him as the leading man. Our relationship was forbidden, doomed to failure. We were first cousins. I was practically his sister. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But... damn if he wasn't such a hot young man, growing strong like Uncle Joshua had been. Dark hair, broad shoulders, muscular figure and that strong jaw…

I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned tighter jeans to show off my curves. I know he liked tight jeans. He couldn't help but stare at Rose every time she pranced around in her tight jeans or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Joachim every time I caught him looking at his older sister.

Damn, why did my best friend have to be my cousin? Then we could go out together. We could make love. We could hold hands, kiss and hug without worrying about who saw us.

I grabbed my apricot lip gloss and applied it. I smacked my lips, tasting the flavor. It wasn't my favorite, but Joachim loved it and I styled it. I took another breath, my stomach twisting. I was showered, refreshed and sexy. I couldn't go out with Joachim, but I could spend time with him, be with him.

I wanted it to last as long as possible.

I walked out of my room and passed my younger sister's door. It was ajar, revealing the chaos in Jennifer's room, her bed unmade, her clothes strewn across the floor, frilly panties hanging over the edge of her desk. No music was playing, so she wasn't home. It was Friday, which meant date night for most of the girls, but probably not for Jennifer. I bet she was running at the park. She liked it.

The girl had too much energy.

Voices came from the kitchen. My mother and Aunt Deborah were sitting on the bar stools chatting at the kitchen island, a glass of white wine in my aunt's hand. A box of cheap wine sitting next to her. She took a long sip while my mother stroked my aunt's arm.

As I walk through the kitchen I say;

➖Hello, Aunt Déborah

TO BE CONTINUED...