Twisted
2130 Words
A young man married to an older woman gets a call to attend a cruise on behalf of his wife. It is a cruise he can't forfeit. He soon meets his stepdaughters; hot, sensual, and tempting young women who make life for him unbearable on the ship. His c**k can't take it any longer. And then there's the dangerous PA who just wants him to shove his c**k inside her deep icy coochie.
STORMIE DANVERS
The call I got from Mom that morning bothered me a little. It bothered me more than I care to admit. She sounded off and I could tell something was wrong even though she tried not to show it. It bothered me a lot.
"Are you still thinking about the call?" Brian asked.
He frowned irritably. He was a sweet guy but he could be an asshole when it involved family.
I nodded. I was still thinking about the call. Asking about it was his way of showing he was still a crappy boyfriend.
He sighed before leaving the room. He was probably going back to the living room to hang out with the guys, doing nothing but drinking and playing games. I shook my head.
According to the call, Mom had arranged a cruise on a yacht to take us to a resort of some sort—some Thai meditation kumbaya s**t.
I frowned. She makes these decisions without consulting us. Nothing's changed.
I'd successfully avoided going to these things for so long but knew it wouldn't last forever. It finally caught up with me.
No matter how I tried to get my mind off the call, it stayed relentlessly.
Fuck!
I promised her I'd get through to Cricket and ensure she showed up but I knew that would be a friggin' miracle. Cricket was stubborn and impulsive.
I could hear the boys talking and laughing in the other room. I realized I needed a distraction.
"Brian," I called out, sticking my head out the door.
My guess was right. They were playing video games. Boys, I sighed.
"Brian. Your Paramore calls." Lucas joked.
He was good-humored but ultimately a man-child just like the rest of them. They all snickered as Brian got up and left them.
He closed the door and I could tell he wasn't happy I'd called him. If only he knew what I had in store for him…
"What's that look?" Brian asked, tilting his head at me.
He was boyishly handsome with short blonde hair and deep blue eyes that were like the belly of an ocean.
I wiggled my finger at him gesturing for him to come closer. I was f*****g horny.
He hesitated but moved cautiously towards me. The smell of perspiration as he got closer made my heart quicken.
"Don't be scared. Come on." I moved deeper into the bed giving him enough space to join me.
He climbed in after me like a fish being reeled from the safety of the water into a fishing boat.
Just a little bit more… I thought. I almost had him where I wanted.
Brian was on top of me. His breath quickened as I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
"Uhm, Stormie," He whimpered.
I pushed my finger to his lips. I knew what he was going to say. Hey Stormie, I think this is a bad idea. The guys are just outside. They'll hear us for Christ's sake!
So what if they hear us?
The last button came free and his pale body was exposed to me. He was as hairy as a descendant of Bigfoot which normally would have been a turn-off but Brian was one of those dishes you just had to try despite what was on the plate.
I pulled the shirt over his shoulder and tossed it carelessly on the bed between us.
I wanted Brian's hands up in my dress. I wanted him to run his hands along my thighs, moving along the curve of my hips up to my full round t**s.
I wanted all that and more but all he did was watch me. He shivered slightly. What the f**k is happening right now?
"What's wrong?" I bit my lower lip.
Brain took a breath. "You know what's wrong."
Not this again!
"You can't be serious."
"But I am." He said. "You know how I feel about doing this, especially with the guys in the next room."
I scowled.
"They might hear!"
"Might hear what?" I snapped at him. "Hear you screaming like a little b***h!"
Brian cringed with a look of hurt on his face. He gasped and then rolled off the bed.
Maybe I went a little too far with that one.
"You know how I feel about that." He said. His voice was unsteady.
Real mature, I thought.
He was going to pull the victim card on me. Really!
"And how do you think I feel dating a zombie?"
Brian gasped. "What does that even mean?"
"It means," I said. "You are the most inactive f**k on earth."
"How? We have sex." He stuttered. "Butt stuff."
"Butt stuff?" I snickered. "You think I'd let you shove your d**k up my ass?"
"But we," He muttered. "We did it."
I laughed hysterically. "We didn't honey."
"Sorry to burst your bubbles. I made you think you did but you were f*****g my thigh the whole time."
I laughed again. "How did it feel?"
Brian's face went red, lost its color, and turned red again. He looked like he was embarrassed and pissed off at the same time, his face brimming with conflicting emotions.
I felt good. No, I felt great.
"Where are you going?" He asked as I tossed my things around the room into a bag.
"Isn't that obvious? Out of your life."
He tried to stop me but everything he said sounded like white noise. I couldn't hear it even if I tried to.
Brian stood in front of the door as I swung my bag off the bed. There were tears on his streaked face.
I couldn't bring myself to feel bad for him. I felt nothing.
"Get out of my f*****g way." I mouthed through gritted teeth.
He groaned.
"You're the most beautiful being in my whole life. I'd be lost without you."
I sighed. It was time for the final blow.
"That sounds like something Jackson said to me one time. You know Jackson, right? Your best friend in the entire world." I said. My tone was mocking. I couldn't help it.
"He said something like that right before we f****d. Something you couldn't do!"
***
I tried calling Cricket but she didn't answer. Even though I was sure about being in the right place, uncertainty nibbled at my back.
Cricket lived up to her name and like an actual f*****g Cricket, it was almost impossible to get her from hopping off into the wild.
I waited for the elevator. The driver had picked me up from a law school that was a city away from Brian's. It was the law school my mother thought I attended. They all expected the best from me so it was easy keeping up the ruse.
I tried to think about what Brian would be up to. He was probably confronting Jackson, a move that would inevitably get his ass whooped.
The thought of it made my face brighten with a smile just as the elevator door opened.
Cricket was standing there. She seemed to be surprised to see me.
"Fuck." She cursed.
CRICKET "RICKI" DANVERS
Drugs. s*x. An escape from reality and all its crappiness was what college had offered and it had been amazing so far. But now it was over.
I didn't want to have to come back to reality. I didn't want to let go of the dream; not yet anyway.
Whether we choose to accept it or not, reality sucks.
"Ricki?" Monica moaned.
Fuck. I zoned out again.
I tried to restore my focus to where it was needed; her body.
Monica and I met two weeks ago at a Bonfire party. She had been there with people she called 'friends' and I'd also been there with people I called 'friends'. She bumped into me and we clicked.
It was my first time dating a girl. It had its ups and downs but so far it had been great. And now it had run its course and was coming to an end.
"Ricki!"
Oh s**t! Not again.
She pulled away from me sitting upright on the bed. She covered her breasts with the sheets. Her frown was deep as she watched me with a discerning look in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" She asked. Her voice quivered. She was hurt.
I could still taste her p***y in my mouth. I didn't want to stop just yet but she had noticed I was distracted.
"It's nothing, babe." I waved my hands in the air.
It was something alright. My whole mind was in a haze. I couldn't concentrate on anything long enough to put out a fire and it had all started with the phone call.
"It's this about your mom?"
For f**k sake!
"I told you I don't want to talk about it. Don't bring it up."
I got off the bed irritably. My perky t**s felt warm but my n*****s were freezing. I searched around the room for my shirt.
"I know. It's just—You know you can talk to me." She said,
Monica was sweet. She was a sensual creature but her overbearing meddlesome nature was starting to annoy me. She was like a child craving love and validation.
"Ricki." She whined.
I lost my s**t and flared up. "For f**k sake! What! What is it, Monica?"
She flinched. She had the expression of a wounded puppy. I just couldn't do this any longer.
"I'm sorry," I said, sliding into my shirt. "But I can't do this anymore."
Monica gasped. Her lips shook and she whimpered trying to suppress a sob.
"And by this you mean?"
"This," I said, gesturing with my fingers. "Us."
It was better this way. I was already in my final year. In a few months I'd be done with college and have to figure out my s**t.
She doesn't fit into any of it, I convinced myself.
I turned around when I got to the door to look at her. Her eyes were red and swollen like she had been crying for years. She would find someone who deserves her. I was too much of an asshole anyway.
"Goodbye," I said leaving her room.
I hadn't been to my apartment in a long time. There was dust on everything. I sighed realizing I would have to spend the night in a hotel while I called in a cleaner.
The cleaning services said they'd send someone down by 4 p.m. I told them I'd leave a spare under the mat and called an Uber to take me to a hotel.
My mom's call bothered me a lot. She had talked about a boat trip and a week at a resort for a family thing.
I told her I didn't care and had zero interest in being a part of her little social experiment. She had lost her chance to do s**t like this when it mattered and now it was too late.
My phone rang as I got to the elevator. It was Stormie, my twin sister.
I ignored the call. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, especially the golden child, Stormie.
She was the most annoying creature on the face of the earth. Talking to her would be like walking blindfolded in a f*****g minefield.
The elevator door opened and she was standing there. Her hair was different. Blonde.
"Fuck."
She jumped and hugged me. "Don't curse, Cricket."
"Don't call me Cricket," I said through gritted teeth.
"But it's your name."
"Ricki." I sighed. "My name is Ricki."
Stormie giggled. "Oh, you're so funny, little sis. Let's go."
"Go where?" I planted my feet solid.
Stormie's face registered shock as she looked at my face.
"Is that a piercing?"
I had a piercing on my nose and another just at my left eyebrow.
"You'd think I slaughtered a village with the way you're looking at me. Wait till you see the one I got on my coochie."
Stormie gasped. "You better be kidding."
I shrugged. I was kidding of course. I didn't have a piercing down there but I did have a cute little panda tattoo.
"You were saying something about going somewhere."
She beamed pulling me with her. I tried to hold my ground but she had gotten stronger somehow.
"Let's go." She said briskly. "We have a boat to catch."
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