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Introduction: Again, due to my stories being taken down because of a misunderstanding, I have to apologize for it! Heres the next part of the Officer Matthews series, though! Enjoy! For those who havent read the first chapters, a short summary is included! Enjoy! Summary of parts 1-7: When 17 year old Elizabeth Turner gets almost raped by her so called boyfriend, Spencer, she finds herself in a tight position after Robert Matthewsotherwise known as Gary Smith by his colleaguessaves her from things going too far. Robert comforts Lizzie throughout the night until she falls asleep. A few hours later, she wakes up to take a bath. However, Robert wakes up and insists he needs to use the restroom. She lets him in reluctantly and, though its wrong, she soon finds herself lost in his arms. However, just as soon as they were about to take things to a whole new level, Elizabeths mom, Stella, walks in on them and makes Robert leave the house. After this whole incident, Elizabeth seeks comfort in the arms of her best friend, Jared Holloway. They end up as a couple. They start off great on the first few months but when theyre about to step into the intimate level, Elizabeth accidentally says Roberts name. Making Jared stop. She leaves, ashamed of herself for thinking of Robert. That same night, when shes taking a shortcut in her car to get home, she goes over the speed limit and a police cruiser appears behind her, blaring its light. The surprise she got when she realized it was officer Matthews was enough to fill her up with happiness. She soon finds herself in his arms and having vigorous sex with him on the back of his cruiser.
Though everything seemed perfect then, Elizabeth gets into a car accident soon afterwards and wakes up a few weeks later from a comma to find Robert and Stella holding hands, married. Thats when Elizabeth decides to make him pay. After she has recovered completely, Robert takes her to his brothers house. There she meets Allan and soon starts to see him as the perfect weapon. So when Robert gives her a day at the spa where Allan works, she takes advantage of it by flirting shamelessly with Allan. Though that only ended up in a few passionate kisses, Robert got pretty pissed off about it. When they got home, they both got into a fight. Though it was pretty intense, they both ended up having sex and telling each other how much they loved each other.
Just when they thought everything was going to be fine, something entirely different happened. Elizabeth finds herself facing Officer Lance, otherwise known as her dad, whom she thought had been dead for the past ten years. Robert goes to jail for being involved with a minor and Elizabeth gets into a heated fight with her father over it. Soon Robert is released and all charges are dropped. But when Elizabeths father drops him off, she finds out a horrible truth that destroys her and makes her resent Robert. She finds out he wasnt who he said he was at all. His real name was Gary and he was working for her dad during the time being. Robert tries to explain how things happened but Elizabeth hears none of it.
Elizabeth moves in with her father after finding out her mother had been involved in the little plot, too. Though she doesnt forgive her father right away, she finds herself caring for him deeply as she should. A year has passed and its Christmas. Charlieher dads namewants to visit his family in Ireland. Elizabeth refuses to because of the way she had been treated unfairly by them. She gets into a verbal fight with her father which eventually leads to sex like every single fight she soon finds herself getting into with him. Though the relationship theyre hiding is wrong, it makes Elizabeth feel happy again so she doesnt care for the consequences.
As another year goes by, Elizabeth is visited by a tall, dark-haired, brown eyed man whom she knows too well. Robert is back in her life. Suddenly involved in her life but surprisingly enough, married to Serena, the governors daughter, gorgeous, smart Serena.
The last chapter ended up on Charlie and Elizabeth having sex just after Elizabeth had gotten back from a coffee shop where Robert had appeared and had kissed her outside, his way of saying good-bye to their relationship.

The next three weeks flew by fast. Faster than I had expected it to. Dad and I didnt go to the dinner we were invited to. Serena was a bit upset at this but she didnt complain. She visited uswell, my dad, reallyalmost everyday. Sometimes Gary came along. And sometimes he didnt.
I, on one hand, was glad he didnt come. Every time he did come, the room was somehow filled with an awkward, intense tension in between all of us. Serena was excluded from it. She never knew what I meant to Gary, I suppose. Or what happened between us, for that matter. Hed have to consult me first if he ever wanted to do that.
The worst part of him being here sometimes were the times when we were left alone for a few minutes. GaryA.K.A. Robertalways looked at me with this intense, hot glare. It wasnt bad. But it seemed as though he was watching my every move as he shamelessly undressed me with his eyes. Of course, he had already seen me naked.
Perhaps the time that has passed made him forget or something. I could only make out certain images of his body. His ass, for example. God, every time he used to turn around when he was naked, I had always had the desire to touch it for some reason. It always looked so firm, strong and, er, round. Well-formed, Ill say.
Anyway, when he looked at me that way, I felt my stomach clenching involuntarily. I felt nauseated. My legs kept closing and I was very uncomfortable. Uncomfortable because I just wasnt used to this. Ive never been in that position before so being in it made me feel queasy and somehowhorny. His glare was just so intense, it compelled me and made me squirm. I felt like I could just go up to him, tell him what I still felt for him, and then kiss him as hard as I could.
An impossible thought. But one should never say never, huh? The impossible is possible.. Given the circumstances, of course. I smile at that thought. Amazed at my silliness.
Dad! I call out. It was close to night. The sun was falling on the horizon. I had been staring at it for what seemed like half an hour. I was quite enthralled by the beauty of it. The different shades of red, orange, and yellow it radiated.
Dads voice is barely audible, In the restroom! What do you want? he was taking a shower. I sigh and keep looking out his window. Something about it brought forth a memory. A very distant memory. I blocked it out.
The last thing I wanted was to get mad at dad right now. With a shaky sigh, I hear the door to the restroom open. Moments later dad wraps his arms around me from behind. I lean back against him. As I look up, I notice the distant look on his face. He hugs me tighter, making me feel his fresh, wet skin.
Promise me, he starts, his voice a tender but serious whisper, that youll never lie to me. About anything. And promise me that no matter what happensif anything does indeed happen in the next few daysthat you wont lose your faith in me. That you will stay strong. Be strong for the both of us, okay. That definitely got my full attention.
Dad, I start, alarmed at the way he was speaking. Whats going on? I could feel an odd, creepy feeling gripping my heart. Be strong? Why is he asking these things of me?
In case anything else happens, he keeps going, oblivious to my words for now, I want you to go to Gary and stay with him.
Dad, whats going on? Are you in some sort of trouble? Whats happening, Father? You know you can trust me. His green, cat-like eyes bore on my face.
Promise me, is all he asks of me. Its all Ill get in reply.
I promise, I say bleakly. Dads naughty smile returns.
You know, he breathes into my ear, turning me around so I could face him. Id really like something else from you right now.
Like what? I ask, noticing the tone of voice he was using. He whispers it into my ear. I start to blush immensely as his words become more vulgar and hot. In my head, vivid pictures are being painted one after one. I cant help the rush of heat that goes through my body at that moment. My hands grip his hard arms as I imagine them wrapping around me tightly as he makes passionate love to me. I feel my nipples stiffen and my pussy starting to lubricate itself as a result of my arousal. My eyes close and I start to melt into his arms. His voice is soft, enticing, enthralling, exhilarating.
Oh, god… He was using such language…
I moan. His breath was hitting my skin, making it hot. Dad, I say once hes done. Ive never heard you talk like that before&hellip,, the amazement in my voice was noticeable. He smiles before placing his lips on my cheek.
Just then I notice Dads shirt unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose around his neck. I watch as he unties his pants before getting into bed with me. His lips trace my neck in a soft way. Making it tickle. But I dont respond. I jus lay still.
You get mad at everything, dad. Im starting to think that coming to live with you wasnt the best idea, I dare to say.
His lips stop then. I gulp as his face comes to view just on top of mine. His features are set. I am able to make out every curve, every contour, every feature on his face. The view is quite breathtaking for me. His fingers, once still by either side of me, begin to softly trace my legs. My breath catches in my throat. I trace my fingers around his chiseled cheekbones, his jaw, his mouth… Just before entangling in a bone-crushing kiss. My fingers quickly hang on to his hair, messing up the well-combed look it always has.
The flame burning inside of me starts to burn brighter. My nipples become painstakingly erect as they keep brushing against his exposed chest. I reach down in between us to grab a hold of his cock. He had nothing to fear. I wasnt going to run away again. Not at all.
Of course, I never knew just how wrong I was. Or how the next few days were going to play out. Dad instantly spreads my legs out and reaches down between us to take out his erect cock. I look down at what he does and notice the soft skin pulling back further away from the head of his mushroom-shaped head. He mumbles something into my ear that makes my skin prickle with excitement.
Dad, I moan in a whisper. He gets on his elbow. His other hand is around his cock, keeping a hold on it while he rubs the head of it against my clit. I whimper as my hips rock up off the bed. But he wont leave my clit alone.
Youre so wet, he grunts. The head of his cock feels softspongy against my clitoris. My eyes close. My hands keep a strong hold on his shoulders as my hip keeps raising off the bed in ecstasy-filled rocky motions. Dad keeps rubbing his cock against me. Keeping me shuddering relentlessly. It felt so good.
Dad! I say, a sudden wave of heat taking over and heightening my senses. I was aware of him more. His soft, lean chest hovering above me as he keeps going. I know hes trying not to cum like this. His hips keep giving small jerks as though hes going to stop. But he doesnt. My eyes start to roll back as my clit keeps being stimulated. A sudden rush of heat and somehow tickles taking over that sweet, special spot.
Before I know it, dad is thrusting his hard rod into my pussy. It appreciatively welcomes him inside as I feel my walls contract around his head as he keeps proceeding in deeper and deeper. I give a small cry of pleasure, hanging on to his loose tie. Pulling him closer by doing so. My hips rock up, a way to push more of him in, and then suddenly down until I feel hes halfway there.
His head leans down then to my still tender breast. I feel his teeth drag across my sensible, erect nipple. He plunges back down and begins to suck on it as gently as he can, his tongue pushing up against it as well. His other hand grips my other breast before he thrusts his hips back and forward again. Working a slow, steady rhythm that both pleases me yet makes me impatient for more. The way his cock keeps pressing firmly against the back wall of my cervix is making me shudder slightly with a fresh wave of pleasure.
Dad, go faster. Please, I grasp his tie harder to pull him down onto me but he dodges it by kissing my neck instead. He does, however, increase his pace. Raising his head off to get on his knees with both hands at either side of my hips, he starts to pump his cock in and out of me with much more force. His hands grab a hold of my hips which makes me grind back against him. I keep seeing the way his cock keeps disappearing almost all the way inside of me. Stretching me and leaving me with a sense of great pleasure.
Its not long before I begin to feel myself tremble in pure ecstasy. My back arches off the bed. Gripping the bed sheets tighter with my hands, my eyes begin to roll back and close down halfway as my mouth opens in a small O in pleasure. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! I gasp, reaching down to rub my engorged clit. At first touch, it feels as though it cant take any more. But god does it send helpless waves of heat and bliss throughout me. Making my whole body sticky with sweat and my nipples even more tender and erect.
Dad! I hiss as he grunts so brutally, youd think he was an animal. Dad! Harder! Harder, I can barely get the words out before his hold on me tightens and his strokes of passion and lust increase in speed and force. These rough movements make me shake. I try to push him away once the pleasure becomes somewhat too much for me. You dont need to keep going&hellip,you dont need to keep going! I gasp repeatedly while my eyes close and I try to push him away again to cover my throbbing, hot cunt. But instead of stopping, dad just grabs a firm hold of both of my wrists with one of his hands and keeps my hands still. He keeps pumping his cock into me. Making my whole body flush with heat and bliss.
Dad keeps muttering how close he is. To hold on a bit longerbut the damn feeling is there again. That overwhelming feeling that heightens all of my senses, spreading throughout all of my body and making the pleasure unbearable. I whimper as it makes my hips raise off the bed and I begin to cum. Dad, feeling the grip on his swollen cock tighten, grunts something and shoots his seed up my womb.
My eyes close as the orgasm keeps going and dads cock keeps emptying inside of me. The warm, thick liquid fills me up. Making me feel full. Just as he pulls out dad lays on top of me, nibbling on my neck as he grinds himself against me. Mumbling something about me being a good girl for doing this.
My hands fall limply besides either side of me, breathless and weak.

The next day, Gary came over to talk about certain things with my Dad. Disappointed that I wasnt included in their little private group, I went into the kitchen to cook some food. Today was Flors day off. So I had to do all the cooking. Not that I was complaining or anything. I enjoyed the task.
After making some pasta with chicken bits and jalapeñ,o seeds, I serve myself and leave some for dad. Gary wouldnt want some. And now that I think about it, they had been stuck up there for hours. That odd, creepy feeling comes back to shake me. What dad had said yesterday shook me to the core. Not only did it leave me mauling over his words and worried sick, but it also left me sad and somehow… empty. There was something wrong here. Something he wasnt telling me.
So as soon as Dad and Gary came down, laughing over something that I did not know of, I was shocked. They were getting along. Ah, nice…
Dad calls out to me after a while, Eli, are you in the kitchen?
Yes, dad!
Both Robert and Dad step through the kitchen archway. They look as though theyre friends like that. Hmmm&hellip,
Sorry, do you guys want something to eat? I made some of your favorite pasta, my eyes fall on Garys instead of my dads. They both liked this dish of mine, I remembered. Gary, although looking willing to accept it, said no, that Serena was waiting. At this he elbowed my dad. Dad smirked. They seemed to be acting like two teenage boys who knew something but werent sharing it. Which was something they were notteenagers, I mean.
I narrow my eyes on them as Dad comes and serves himself, turning his back on us. Gary eyes me. Eyes twinkling with something I cantonce againput my finger on. I blink rapidly and look down at my full plate. Untouched. Too much thinking over nothing. He came up to me, took the fork from my hand, and started to dig in. He smiled, daring me to say something.
I sighed. Yeah, Serenas waiting, alright, I say sarcastically.
Shell be alright.
Just then the doorbell rings. Dad does me the favor of getting it himself. Gary touches my hand. I recoil it from him instantly, startled that he would touch me. Yes? I ask, noticing his face. He had that naughty look on his face again.
Youre breathtaking, did you know that? he says, grabbing a hold of my chin and making me look at him.
No, I didnt, I sigh. Accidentally then, my hand pushes the fork out of his plate. Im so sorry! I apologize. Instantly, I go around the counter to retrieve it.
Its OK, I got it, starts Gary, crouching down at the same time I did. We both end up grabbing either end of the fork. Our fingers brush lightly. An electric jolt surges through me and I gaze at him. His whole face is suddenly relieved of emotions for the slightest bit. In the next few seconds that followed, we had come extremely close together. Ignoring the fact that Dad was just in the next room, talking to someone.
I really have missed you, whispers Gary. Ive been thinking of you too much. Every single time I kiss HER, I think of you and the softness of your lips. The way they felt against mine. He takes a deep breath before caressing my cheek and smiling faintly.
Very slowly, we stand up and face each other. Its over for us, Gary.. I hope you know that, I whisper softly. The ghost of a smile appears on his lips.
With difficulty, Gary says, I know, before he pulls away. Somehow I feel guilty for all of this. He still likes me and even said that he thought of my lips whenever he was kissing Serena. Beautiful, incredibly smart Serena. I couldnt say the same. Because every time I kissed dad, every thought of him just evaporated and left my head.
I punch Garys arm. Hard. With a pained expression, he looks at me, rubbing his arm. What was that for!? he exclaims.
For never looking for me after that night! I punch him again. And then again. Youre an idiot! and I found myself somehow releasing all those pent up emotions I had kept for so long on him. All the anger, the lies, the shed tears. Youre an asshole! You should have fought for me had you really loved me! I keep shouting at him.
How is it that he just comes up to me until now and tells me this? How? I punch his arm again. Not caring if he does get a million bruises after this. What infuriates me the most is that hes just standing there, looking at me with a blank expression, being tough. As though hes not noticing my punches at all.
With no warning at all, he stands extremely close to me. He holds my face and starts to kiss me with a force I never thought he had. Its gentle and at the same time possessive and demanding. The soft curve of his lips make mine part and I begin to kiss him back, releasing my anger this way. My hands fly up to his shirt. I grip it tightly and dont let go. I feel like every single particle inside of me is exploding with a wave of excitement and happiness I never thought Id be able to experience again. It feels as though Im kissing him in such a hot way that it actually feels as though his lips are lava against mine.
Youre an idiot, I whisper, still clutching his shirt as tight as I can once I pull away.
But you still love this idiot, he whispers back, chasing after my lips. I let him. My arms tangle around his neck and I start to kiss him again. This time with more passion. My Father was completely forgotten at the moment. It was like only Gary and I existed.
A soft gasp makes us separate. We turn to the source in a flustered condition. There, on the doorway with my enraged father, stood Serena. Her big, hazel eyes looked shocked and glassy. As though she were breaking, I realize. Her soft features show a vulnerability I hadnt noticed before.
Before I know it, Gary is chasing after her in a jumble of words. I watch as he goes. A few seconds later, I hear the door shut hard behind them.
Slowly, I raise my eyes up to my dads and show him a goofy smile. Dad is definitely mad. I gulp and try to quickly walk out of the kitchen. He stops me as I walk past him. His hand is an iron grip on my arm. I gulp again. He was looking at me as though I was his biggest disappointment.
Do you always have to ruin everything, Elizabeth? I felt the disgrace seeping into his voice. That was the governors daughter! he booms. For the first time in a while, I see those green eyes of his flare up in anger. I have to blink twice before I realize whats going on. Again.
Dad, Im sorry I choke. But he wont hear it. Hes inclined on making me feel like crap. And I deserve it. I deserve the humiliation as he abruptly lets go of my arm and begins to tell me just how much I reck everything. How much of a disaster I am.
I keep my head down as I run out of his presence, up the stairs, and into my room. He was right, after all. I reck everything I touch. No matter how much I try not to do harm or mess it. Im just chaos waiting to happen.
So, with that thought in my head, I do what I do best and shut it all out. A new idea growing in my head. With a slow, gentle movement, I lock the door, look for my laptop, boot it up, and find what Im looking for.

As the days passed, I felt quite empty and alone. Dad, once again, wouldnt talk to or even look at me. I waited patiently for the college reply. Not speaking a word of it even when we were eating silently and awkwardly. I would glance at him and he would stop eating just to scowl at me.
Truly, I did not know why he was mad at me over THAT. What Gary and Serena did was their business, not his. Then again, though, Gary and I had kissed. Right in front of either of them. In my defense, I was completely oblivious to my surroundings. I guess thats what dad is more mad about. Ive never completely kissed him that way before. Ive never given in to him completely.
I would say that he actually was jealous. But that would be flattering myself. I dont think dad cares that much about me, anyway. He wasnt there for me when I needed him. When that thing with Spencer happened (though that doesnt really affect me anymore).
Elizabeth, my dad says, his tone soft. I dont look at him. Or at least I try hard not to. His voice is alluring. Still though, I dont look. Not even let him know hes got my attention. I know that youre mad because of what I said I cant talk about this. Not now. Instead, I cut him off by standing up abruptly and letting my fork fall, clattering against the plate as I push the chair back. Water spills out of the wine cup and damps the delicate textile beneath it.
With a slight look at him, I speak loud and clear, Screw you, Dad. Youre mad over something that you shouldnt even be worrying about. Whats wrong with you? I spat. It somehow pains me to be disrespectful to him. Its not right.
I dont wait for an answer from him. Instead, I calmly leave to go and check the mail. I find my heart racing as I approach the gate. I ask one of the guards for it. My heart skips a beat as I glance down at the big yellow packet. It feels heavy and its addressed to me.
With a delighted cheer, I quickly walk up into the house and shut the door. Leaving the other mail by the tall, flower base table near the door. My fingers brush against soft paper. And I smile to myself as I begin to read whats imprinted on it. I start to make my way up the stairs and walk towards my room without looking up when, all of a sudden, I run into a hard yet soft wall and stumble. The papers fall out of my hand and I almost fell were it not for dad holding me very still around my waist.
A worried look is spread all over his face. I sigh and lean down to get it with no words directed towards him. I try to reach for the letter when it slips out of my grasp. Penn State? Why such a literate school? Its too far away, Elizabeth. Too expensive.
I dont care, I snatch the paper from his grasp. Besides, I say, I still have my scholarship.
You dont have my permission, Elizabeth!
I think Im old enough to make my own decisions, dear Father. I say with sarcasm. I curse under my breath before retrieving to my bedroom. I turn to close the door but find dad right behind me. With a gasp, I take a step back as he comes closer. And then another and another as he keeps coming temptingly close. I keep backing up slowly.
Dad, I breathe. What are you doin but before I can get the word out, before I can react to what he was about to do, his arms wrap tightly around my torso and lifts me off the floor, making me latch my legs around him in pure shock.
Im sorry, princess, he whispers, his lips on my cheek. I feel his hands sustaining my weight from under my butt and then hes kissing me, my lips, my neck, my shoulders. All of which makes me melt. With dad, there were no restrictions I could put up that he wouldnt tear down. I was rubbing myself madly against him. Almost breathless at the way his cock felt against my enflamed pussy. Even if it is through clothe. Dad loved monkey sex. And I wasnt about to deny that I didnt love it, too. Because then Id be lying. And lying its not something I enjoy doing.
He mumbled something about ripping my clothe open so we wouldnt have to wait.
Okay, was all I had to say as I kept kissing his lips whenever I got the chance to. I bit his earlobe when he was through with my shirt, skirt, and panties. He growled. Now, while Dad CAN be gentle sometimes during intercourse, the majority of times there was nothing civilized or tender about his love-making. Quite the opposite. We always somehow ended up with some brushes in private places or, in my case, a stinging, red butt (haha).
After a few minutes of wrestling around with our clothe and our lips chasing each others, we found ourselves propped against the bed with me on top of him. He kept thrusting into me with such force that I couldnt help but gasp. It went on and on until I could feel the increased tension, the almost-there feeling of impending release. The way his cock felt as he kept thrusting it deeper inside of my love tunnel. I gripped his head to my chest, letting wave after wave of pure earthshaking shudders rippled through me.
My hands gripped his hair tighter as the aftershocks came. We both kept moving against each other with wild, passionate motions. Go harder, Dad! I moaned. Harder. Harder. Harder… I kept repeating as I rock my hips against him fast. And he did indeed go harder. His voice showed just how lost he was in his ecstasy. Is…this…hard…enough…for…you? he grunted. And I could see just how much effort it was taking him to get those few words out. He was too deep into his own bliss. I shrieked and gripped him tighter to me.
With a final, hard-thrust, he buried himself inside of me. He produced a sound from deep inside of him (near his loins, might I add) that sounded like a primitive growl. We both shuddered as he came inside of me. Spurt after spurt of the warm liquid filling me up real good.
I gave one last thrust down before I started to kiss him again. This time more tenderly. I love you, dad, I whisper before drifting off to sleep in his arms.
But not before hearing the I love you, too, darling, from him. It felt soothing to know hell be there when I woke up. His arms wrapped tightly, safely around me. Holding me tight to his warm, soft yet hard body.

While that day was wonderfully amazing and pretty awesome, the next day wasnt. I was startled when there came a loud knock from the door. It sounded somehow odd in the silence. I sigh. I quickly walk up to the door and open it. It was a weekend so Flor wasnt here and I was left alone.
It seemed to me that my life had finally taken a new turn and that I was going to leave the old one behind. That Id be able to leave Jennifer, Spencer… and even Jared behind. The few people for who I really cared about. I was wrong.
Just as soon as I opened the door, a familiar tall, lanky figure turned around to see me. His curly black hair seemed longer somehow. His startling, bright blue eyes (contacts because his are black) twinkle as he gazes at me. I feel my heart skip a beat as I gaze upon my best friend.
Oh, CRAP, I say.
Not what I was going for, but hey! Jared beams at me.

I awkwardly invite him in. He tries to make small talk. But there was an uncomfortable, creepy feeling gripping my heart. I talked, but Jared could tell there was something wrong with me. Not ten minutes had gone by when there was another knock on the door. I had a bad feeling about this. Jared had been a surprise and everything. Maybe he had forgiven me and everything for saying Roberts name when we were just about to have intercourse. But that didnt mean I had forgiven him for standing me up for Jennifer.
I sigh as I open the door. To my dismay, I find Robert standing there. He came in without asking if he could. I started to say something but then he turned around slowly. Something about his expression and the way he stood told me that I should be quiet and listen. My heart started to skip beats. It was slowly sinking as I noticed the red-blood stains on his shirt and his worried eyes.
What happened? I ask him, frowning and ignoring the fact that Jared was just behind Robert, listening intently to our conversation.
Gary took a deep breath and said what he had to say. Im so sorry, he whispers. My most sincerest condolences. I wait for the worst to hit. My hands turning into fists. My mom. My mom… It had probably been her. I stare wide-eyed, anywhere but at him. I was close to crying. So close.. I could feel it. From the very moment I had woken up, I knew this wasnt going to be a good day.
There was nothing I could do to prevent it, says Robert. Robert. Ill call him that for now.
What happened? I choke.
Robert once against takes a deep breath and comes to stand in front of me. His eyes show all the love he feels for me. His hands stroking my cheeks in a soothing manner. Your dad, Lizzie, he pauses. My heart sinks almost immediately. And I feel my eyes stinging as I fight to hold back tears. My nose flares. Your dad is dead, my heart sinks even deeper.
No, I choke out. Suddenly my knees feel very weak. As though they cant hold me up. I stumble and Robert catches me. No! I dont believe you, I choke out. It isnt true. Its not true. Its not true! Please tell me its not true, Robert! Please, I start to let my tears fall then.
Id be lying if I said he was alive, Elizabeth, he looked genuinely sad himself. I frown and sniff. I bury my face against his chest. Not caring whether its bloody or not.
No, I sob. And suddenly, just when I thought I had everything I needed, it is taken away from me. I start to struggle for breath and begin to hyperventilate. Robert holds me tight and close. Which only makes it all the more harder to breathe for me.
Its not true, I manage to say. Dark spots had started to form in my vision. I keep crying and choking for breath. Dads dead. Dads dead. Dads dead.
Thars my last thought before everything suddenly goes pitch black.

I woke up a few moments later to find a set of amazingly blue, bright eyes staring down at me. Somehow everything feels so wrong. Extremely wrong. I gulp in air and then slowly sit up with Jareds help. He gives me some water to drink. I do so.
Gary stands behind him, staring at me with wide, brown glassy eyes. I feel so sad. Thats my first thought as I gaze at them both. I need one of them to hug me. To hold me and tell me that no, everythings fine. That it was just a vile lie. Jared is the one who first lifts me up and carries me bridal style to the living room sofa.
I feel sadly empty. Gary comes to sit besides me. I prop my head against Jareds shoulder and place my legs on Roberts. I let tears flow out of my eyes shamelessly. While Dad might not have been the kind to show that much affection, he was still my father. My overprotective, easily enraged, loving father. I just couldnt believe it was all over.
Shhh, Robert soothes. His hands trace my legs lightly as Jareds fingers smooth out my hair. I can just stare at the window helplessly. My life was broken again. Just when I felt sure that I had found happiness. A safe place to be.
I guess that its lifes way of punishing me for allowing myself to be that happy. For even allowing myself to smile and be overwhelmingly happy. I choke back a sob as I grip Jareds arm. He lets me. It really doesnt feel at all like he had been gone that long at that very moment.
Youll be OK, he whispers, caressing my hair and kissing my head. And for a slight, millisecond, I think it true.

The funeral was held up on Old Townes cemetery. Jared, Karla, Gary (I prefer to call him Robert), mom, even Brenda and some other close friends of dads were there. I couldnt bring myself to meet anyones eyes so I wore black aviator sunglasses. I also didnt want anyone to see the dark spots around my eyes. A clear sign that I had been up all night mourning my Father. Gary and Jared had been there with me. Jared holding me all the while around the shoulders.
I want you to go Gary…. In case anything happens, promise me that youll stay strong… those words had struck me hard. But I couldnt be strong right now. Not even mom was being strong. Not even Brenda or the people around me were being strong. We all watch in silence as he was lifted down deep into the dirt.
A sudden pang of sadness hit me like a bucket of cold water. I turned to the closest person, which was Jared, and wept. Dad, who had been so just, good… A bit moody at times but amazing. I took a deep breath and gained composure of myself. After we had said our last words to dad, I had found myself in a trance-like state. Unable to bear my lost.
All I knew was that it had been a murder. Someone had assassinated him in cold blood. And I had promised myself that I was going to find that man even if it was the last thing I did.
I let out a shaky breath as Robert holds my free hand and Jared the other. Both of their grips are comforting. As for my momshe never even approached me before to say sorry. So why should I be with her?
Elizabeth, says a soft, cool voice I vaguely recognized as Jareds. I was so far away, I could barely hear him. Its time to go, he says, tugging at my elbow. Gently nudging me so I move.
I look at him. I really, REALLY look at him. And then I turn and walk off without a glance back. Holding my head high and, for once since this whole horrible thing had happened, I stay strong. Not a tear is shed at that moment. Jared and Robert stand by my side as I walk toward the car. Only to find my mom standing by it with a guy whos around my height with startling green eyes. He seemed oddly familiar to me. As though Id seen him before. Although I havent. But there was something about that jet black hair and that squared, stony face, though, that gave me an air of familiarity. His high cheekbones…
No.
It couldnt be. I push the thought away and take my sunglasses off. I felt icy so I acted like it. Wow, mother. I see youve been sleeping with younger men, my tone is hurtful. Its meant to be. She flinches as I say so. I didnt mean it. Its just the way I felt that made me act like this.
Thats my the other boy starts in an insecure voice. Mom cuts him off.
Sweetie, its been so long. Ive been wanting to talk to you, she was sad. I was sad. But what could I do? I just couldnt pretend everything was fine between us. Not in this state.
Mom, please, there was a pleading to my voice that made her stay still. I cant deal with you right now. Im sorry.. I just… I glance at the guy again and then back at my mom quickly. Tell me what you want me to know. I was barely aware of the figures of Robert and Jared besides me as they stepped a few feet away, knowing mom would want some privacy. The guy besides her didnt go anywhere.
Theres something your father had been wanting to tell you, says my mother with a soft, genuine sad tone. I wait for whatever it is patiently, wondering how she knew what my father wanted to tell me. She soon explains it, his lawyer left gave me a CD just a day after his death. I gulp back tears and hold myself straight.
What is it? I ask, a creepy feeling going up my spine. All the while I couldnt shake off the guys stare. It was as though he was trying to see something in me. I dont know. I was too tired and sad to care.
This is Sebastian, she says, motioning towards the boy with a slight twist of her head. Hes your brother.

Part II:

A few weeks later Im sitting down on the patios small round table. Staring at Sebastian. Taking his eyes in. My eyes narrow on his. His narrow on mine.
Youre 24, I state. As though its a newfound fact. An interesting one.
And youre almost 20, his expression doesnt waver. My eyes keep narrowing in on his face. His sharp angles. On anyone, his high cheekbones might have looked soft and vulnerable but not on him, though. It makes him look quite mysterious and arrogant. Which he was to some extent.
All of a sudden, we break into a freaky, big grin. Youre such a sob! I shriek, a bit happy. Ever since that day at the funeral, Sebastian and I had been trying to get to know each other. While myI mean OURdads death might still be a fresh, open wound in my heart and I still felt it dearly, Sebastian was a great means of distraction. So were Jared and Robert. Though they werent around as much. Perhaps thats because they didnt live under the same roof.
A day after dad was buried, we both had a visit from his lawyer. He was only there to give us a CD that Dad himself had recorded. We were both supposed to watch it in private once we really got to know each other. Right now, it was up in my room. Though I didnt want to see it. It brought back memories that I wasnt quite able to handle yet.
I started to get choked up again. I tried to swallow back the sob that was building up. By now we were both laying down on the grass, looking up at the clouds. Something we both seemed to enjoy.
I blink and a tear falls. So I start to cry softly. Trying to keep him from hearing. Thats the other reason why we havent seen the video: the whole fresh wound thing.
I hear a sigh coming from Sebastians side. In another minute, hes sitting in front of me, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. I dont expect you to get over this easily, he says genuinely. I know I cant. But at least try. Just think of how great he was, yes? he lifts my chin up so I can look at him.
I sniff loudly and nod. He smiles back slightly before hugging me close to him. Thats when I decide to just come right out and tell him. No secrets between this sister-brother relationship. It just wouldnt be healthy for it.
Listen, theres something I want to tell you. I dont know if you want to listen
I do, he interrupts before I can finish.
With a shaky laugh, I keep on going, Im a twin. I say. There was no startled look on his face. Just the slight tug at the corner of his lips. He found it amusing.
I thought you were gonna say something like you were sleeping with our Dad! he punches my arm jokingly. I nervously laugh, hoping he doesnt notice. Hah. He had struck a cord there. But anyway, where is my other sister?
Dead, I say, puffing out some air. There would have been two of me had there not been some difficulties when my mother was in labor.
I am, too, he says distractedly. He starts to pick on the grass. But my brother died in a car accident after he was born, he plucked the grass more roughly than he needed to.
Im sorry, I say, unable to keep the words in my head.
Yeah. My mother died in it, too. Dad was all I had, I try not to gulp. It was a touchy subject. To talk about our father and how hed had Sebastian just a few years before I was born. I suddenly feltstrangely enougha sudden wave of happiness and sadness mixed together. I turned around just to see Jared coming out the door from the kitchen.
He waves. Sebastian & I do the same. Sebastian quickly eyes me before standing up and helping me to my feet. Tonight, he said in a silky, pleasant voice. Tonight well do it, he smirked and left into the house. I didnt know what it said or whatever was in that CD, but I somehow knew Sebastian and I werent gonna be in this house for long.
Jared, I greet, unable to meet his gaze. There was little bad blood left between us.
Lizzie, his voice snapped my head up. I look at him without his contacts on. And smiled. Pitch black. Lets talk. I knew where this was headed even before he said it.
No, no, no! I say in a rush, Im good. All is forgiven. I didnt mention the fact that it bothered me still, what he did. But Jared was a good guy. If he did what he did it was simply because I had somehow hurt him by saying Roberts name instead of his.
Youre a good friend, I whisper before stepping into his embrace. Truth be told, I had missed him. He was the closest thing I had to my normal life back in Gilmore. He returns the hug softly before stepping back and saying something that makes me laugh.
Hah. So you and Sebastian are moving really fast. What with that thing youre doing tonight, he elbows me. I smile slightly and then look at him. There was something that kept nagging at me. Begging to be asked.
Why now, Jared? Why?
It takes him a second to answer. And I cant help but wonder just thatit just took a second for my world to come crumbling down when I received…the news. I sigh in desperation at my thoughts. Be strong. Keep yourself strong. Try as I might, it all keeps falling down on me. Robert hadnt really told me how my dad was murdered. Perhaps it was because of how sensible I was at the moment.
Because Ive missed you, he whispers. Not, he starts, as my girlfriend. Thats a relief. But as my best friend. Elizabeth, when you left without saying a word to me, I felt oddly different. Like some part of me was missing.
I blush.
Its something I cant help. He always knew what to say to me. I cling to him as though hes all I can depend on. Just for a few seconds I let myself feel his comforting embrace. I let myself relinquish all those pent up emotions in just that hug.
Im sorry, too, Jared, I whisper. My arms tightly clasp around him. It was warm, odd, comforting, and different all together. His hands hold my head close to his shoulder. Being tall and all wasnt exactly helping (we were both the same height.) But oh well!
Okay, enough, I wipe some tears that had slipped away and look at him. His black eyes, his light complexion. All so familiar to me. Lets go inside. Sebastians probably lonely. I wrap my arms under my bust and head in ahead of Jared. Being in a house alone with two boys didnt exactly make me feel comfortable. Perhaps it was because of my dad. Since he was the only one who I spent most of my time with. But than again, one of the guys is my half-brother and the other one is my best friend. Theres nothing to fear there.
Also ex, a small part of me reminds me about Jared. I sigh at that and go into the all-too familiar living room. Sebastian was sitting there, staring past the TV at the window. Even if he hadnt known Dad that long, I knew he was sad about it, too. Sebastian had only ever found out about dad two years ago. His mother had told him it before she had so tragically died.
I notice the sharp, hard contours that told me he was trying not to cry. His attention was elsewhere, I conclude. I look behind me at Jared. Just before he reaches us, I make an attempt to cheer Sebastian up by throwing myself on the sofa.
Hey, you know what I want to do?
Startled by our sudden appearance and my suddensupposedgood mood, he asks me what it is. I can just smile at him and nod towards the second floor. His eyes go wide. I know that he had wanted to see.
In a slow, arrogant voice, he asks me if Im really up to it. Jared, having no idea what we were talking about at all, stares at us in a weird way.
We both start to laugh. A small, shy laugh from my part, but its still a laugh. Jared, I say, Its just a video that dad left for us. Ill tell you all about it later.
Oh? it took a moment for it to sink in. With a dawning realization, he finally got it. Oh!
Sebastian gets up quite quickly and heads upstairs.

After seeing Jared to the door, I head back inside. A bit happy and somehow gloomy at the same time. I find Sebastian propped on his elbow on the sofa. Reading his book, looking rather comfortable. Ive had a long goodbye with Jared. So I guess that explains it..
Still, though. Something about his posture told me how tense and sad he was. I sigh.
Curious and looking for a way to make the playing of the video longer, I smile at him and sit next to him. What are you reading? I ask. Although the cover already says so.
To Kill a Mockingbird, he says as he closes the small purple book and dismisses it. He already had the control to the DVD in his hands.
I like that book. Although its rather dull, I pucker my lips to the side as though Im not quite sure of the answer myself.
His eyes go wide, I hate it. Im only doing it because my girlfriend asked me to. So far, I read the first three chapters and its awful.
Its not! I exclaim, it gets better! I poke him. Besides, I know that not many men like it. Especially YOU. You probably like books about adventure and bloodshed or anything of the sort. Heck, I bet you dont even like books. I bet you like things like Call of Duty, football, oreven worse for methe whole video game world. Which, might I add, its awfully stupid and too young for your age. I smile innocently at him.
Oh God, he says with mock horror, its like she knows me already.
Well, everyone has something they cant live without. For me its books, make up and… I stop myself abruptly. I couldnt say the last word. So, instead, I quickly add in a very corny thought, and love! But dont worry, theres something a lot of people cant live without. Ill get it out of you soon enough. I had meant to speak with a certain, nice, foolish voice. But by the look on his face, I wasnt so sure.
All of a sudden, there it was again. That steady look he had been giving me for the past two weeks. His eyes glazed over my face as though taking every soft yet sharp angle and then moving on to my throat and waist before going back up to my face and lingering on my mouth. I felt as though I just finished running a marathon by the way my heart kept thudding against my chest so loudly and hard.
We should probably watch this now, he said abruptly. This broke me out of my reverie. I nodded, glad to have this over with. It probably was just my imagination. Besides, he was my half-brother and he obviously had a girlfriend. Those chided, serious yet attractive looks didnt go to waste. There was a sort of mysterious mist surrounding him. An alluring one to those who didnt know him. I didnt know himthat well. I didnt know him THAT WELL.
I know that dad never talked about me, but what was he like? I hated to admit it myself, but there was something different about his tone that hadnt been there before, as if I had been the cause of the sudden change. I wondered if I had somehow made him angry, but shrugged. I hadnt said anything personal or bad, really. Sowhatever.
I tousle his already tousled hair playfully. Come on big bro, lets play it, I smile slightly. His hair was so like my dads when he didnt put all that much gel in it. I resisted the urge to gasp. There was a big resemblance between the two that I could clearly see. I wondered what hed look like with his hair combed back away from his face. I shake the thought away and turn my attention to the TV.
It jumped right to the point. No slideshow or introduction or anything. Wellthat was dad. He went directly to business. That was one of the main reasons for the lack of oral from his part when we were, Er, shaggin.
Elizabeth, he looked directly into the camera as though he were really seeing me in front of him. He was wearing a gray linen shirt that accentuated his muscles somehow. His hair was loose and looked tousled. It kept tugging at me that Ive seen him like that before. When was it?
Oh, yeah! The time he had talked&hellip, I let the thought trail off. I really wanted no memoir of this. I can not begin to express just how proud I am of you and what youve accomplished. Trust me, being the SGA President of Norway High isnt something so easy to get into. But you made it there. And youve made it seem so easy, as he kept going on about my accomplishments and how proud he was, I start to wonder what this was all about. Sure, Norway High was a private high school that not many dared to go to. But it still didnt make much sense
Just then, it became clear to me. His voice was filled with pride and happiness. Thats why I leave half of my company to you and all of its earnings.
Excuse moi? I didnt know shizz about business. What was this? I also leave you half of the house. Although, Id rather you live in the apartment I left you back in Gilmore, near your mother. So far, he hadnt said anything about Sebastian. I could feel his tension, that moment of anticipation radiating off of him. He didnt care about the money, I know. But it was as though with every going second, he grew more and more disappointed for his name not being mentioned. I look back at the screen.
So, finally, half of my lifes worth of money and anything important goes to you. He pauses, and then smiles. His eyes seemed glassy and wide. There was something that I knew was off. He never cried. And he seemed just now like he was about to. Baby, I love you, he says it in a way that a dad would say it to his daughter. A loving, kind father. My heart skips a beat. And I was afraid of telling you what I knew when I was alive becausebecause I was afraid itll set you off. Theres a long pause. Afraid that it would have set you both off, he corrects himself. I look at Sebastian and notice most of the tension is gone from his shoulders. Dad continues, I know that I rarely ever told you the truth, kitten. But it was for the best. And the truth is, the truth is that Im afraid someones been following me around. Gary has sensed it, too. God, Elizabeth, he breathed. Even though Gary and you did something that shouldnt have happened, hes still my right hand man and you my little princess.
I cant hear it anymore. I feel like Im falling into a dark abyss and theres no way back. But I have to force myself to look at him. Dad wipes his eyes and then clears his throat. He never cried. Lastlyfor nowI want to tell you that I love you. Youre a good girl. I enjoyed every minute of being around you. Of loving you, he smiles. That was something that I kept secret. No one would ever decipher the meaning behind it. Dad regained his composure and looked directly into the camera again. As for you Sebastian, I hear Sebastian sigh and turn. I take a closer look at him. His eyes were glassy.
God. Men. He was just like my dadhe doesnt like to show his feelings. Thats why women exist, I guess.
You get half of the companys capital, the other part of the house, that place in England that your mother and you used to live in. Remember? As dad said that, I couldnt help but wonder what that was about. I knew Sebastian was from somewhere in England (a great far away place) because of his slight English accent. Like me, he had moved away from his homeland when he was seven.
After that, we plowed through the rest of the video. Hearing his sorry for not saying anything about us to us. But it was all so unbelievably amazing and sad that I couldnt help but just feel melancholy and broken once again. Dad was a good man. Why he had to go, I didnt know.
Sebastian clicks off the DVD and looks at me. Slowly, as though hes not sure, he wraps his arm around my shoulder tenderly. Smoothing out the hair from my face. I clutch his shirt tightly on my hands before burying my face in between his shoulder and neck. He smells so good&hellip,
Please say you wont ever leave me, I sob. Even if I did just get to know him, I felt as though Ive known him all my life. His hands drift down to my waist to hold me closer and tighter still. I gulp and lean back, gasping as his eyes meet mine in that steady gaze again.
He was so much like Dad. His perfect squared, thin white teeth bare from his thin, pale pink lips as he opens his mouth to say something. The light stubble beard around his mouth and along his jawline reminds me of dad. I gulp as I hug him to me. Not wanting to feel that way towards him. I cant feel that way towards him. I grip his hair and then tousle it, trying to laugh. It dies in my throat.
All you need to know is that he was a good man, Sebastian. I blink back more tears before taking a seat far away from him, trying to make room so I can lay back against the sofa. We shouldnt worry about this much. Lets just call Dads lawyer and get this over with. Hes probably wondering what happened to us.
Theres a long pause where he starts to massage my shin. I know he wants to ask something. He always does this whenever hes too much of a man to ask anything. Or at least I see it that way. However much I liked it by now, it had startled me the first time hed done it. I thought he wanted to do something else. Thank god it wasnt like that. Turns out Sebastian just wanted to talk to me about dad. Wanted to talk about his feelings towards him…
Blegh…
It did turn out nice, though. I wont deny that. I cant believe he left me half of his I interrupted him before he could finish.
I know. I never thought hed leave me half of it, either. Dad had a very well-known company. It specialized in transporting cars and any sort of means of transportation along with certain other goods. I really didnt like to talk about it much anymore because of the memories. I knew that was his second biggest achievement and I was proud of it. The first oneI didnt like to talk about since that was the main reason that got him killed.
I stifle a sob. The thought of him dead….

Were you and dad having sex? asks Sebastian abruptly. This slices through the sad silence that had fallen over us. I sit up, choking on my own saliva (gross, I know). I look at him as I pat my own chest and he my back. What the fuck was that? I try to search his face for any sort of expression. But the only thing I find there is a blank expression. I swallow back the vile that had risen in my throat.
What makes you say that? I asked him. Not denying it but not admitting it, either. He eyes me. Fixing me with those jade green eyes of his. The same green eyes dad had. The same I have.
I find myself not being able to lie. So I just lay back. Why? You want to fuck your sister? I trace the space just near his loins with my foot. I watch his face intently and notice the slight flash of satisfaction before he instantly recoils and I laugh. A meek, mocking laugh. But still a laugh.
I start to turn away but hes suddenly on top of me. Taking my breath away with a quick movement. His hands grab my neck. Putting just enough pressure to make me gasp. I dont play like that, Elizabeth. He growls, mad and disgusted, it seems.
Then you shouldnt tempt me, I snap. Im in a really sad state and trying to answer your questions isnt exactly what I want to be doing at the moment. M hand was on his chest, trying hard to push him away. Slowly, reluctantly it seems, he lets me go. Getting off of me just as quick.
When are you leaving to college? he asks me unexpectedly. That was a sharp turn on the conversation.
Ummm… In four months, actually. Why? Are you disappointed that you wont get the house to yourself until then? I smile, showing my teeth. For the first time ever, amused. Sebastian smiles with mischief written all over his face.
The light tug on the corner of his lips tells me so. Hah. No. I just want to finally bring my girlfriend over
Would you be so kind as to bring me some orange juice? I ask, not wanting to bring her into the topic. I look out the window as he gets up to do so. Its already late. The sun is already gone. I would have loved to have seen the sunset once again with dad. But thats impossible.
With a mental shake, I leave the thought alone and start to get up and turn when all of a sudden, I feel a cold liquid spill all over my front.
Youre such a klutz! I exclaim in shock. Ugh. I start to take my shirt off before it sticks to my skin some more. Here, give me YOUR shirt.
With an awkward motion, he starts to unbutton his shirt. Looking at me all the while. I didnt mind being in my bra and panties in front of him. It was like being in my a bikini in front of anyone else. Still, though, it produced a tingly feeling on my back.
He finishes unbuttoning his long sleeved, button down shirt and hands it to me. I try not to notice the way his muscles and abs flex as his hand outstretches towards me. They looked so well-toned and built, they almost looked fake. His skin was so pale… I take it and button it up over myself. He goes back into the kitchen without a word. But I could have sworn he was smiling genuinely when he turned. That wasnt very usual of him.
The door bell rings then, snapping me out of it. I quickly go and open it. Once I do so, I gasp and feel embarrass instantly.
Ummm, she starts. It was a natural blonde. Hi?
Her blue eyes give me a quick glance over before coming back up to my face. I smile kindly. A small smile. Yes? How may I help you?
Her eyes go over my shoulder. Shes staring at someone, I know. I turn and notice Sebastian behind me. Oh… OHHH. I suddenly realize just who she is. Why she was here, I did not know. I felt a little mischievous for what Sebastian had done with my clothes. So, instead of letting her in and acting all nice, I glance back at Sebastian and then at her. Acting, of course.
Oh, youre here for Henry, my boyfriend? I ask in a skeptical tone. Changing Sebastians name. She seemed to have frozen. Once again, her eyes rake my whole body. Noticing Sebastians shirt, she gasps slightly. An inaudible one.
Jacinda, he starts. But the blonde just stares at me and him with an icy look, starts to turn away. Sebastian eyes me in disbelief before he goes after her.
Ah, love. It makes us do crazy things.
I cringe at the thought. Stupid love…

I open the door to my room, still feeling guilty over what I did. I just wasnt acting like myself at the moment. Nor did I have the energy to. I quickly undo the buttons on Sebastians shirt and step out of it.
I start to wonder why I really had done that. But stop short when a sudden wave of fatigue hits me. I undo my bra and panties before stepping into bed. Not caring if I was a bit sticky on my mid section.
I was just about to close my eyes when my phone starts ringing. I ignore the first two calls at first. Then the third time, annoyed, I pick it up. Hello? I say in a harsh tone.
Lizzie, comes that sweet, velvet voice.
I sigh. It still amazed me how much Gary calms me down just by saying my name. Yes? I ask, more calm.
Can we talk?
I give it a long thought. Fine. But make it quick. Are you outside? I ask him as I slip out of bed and begin to look for my robe.
Yes. Just outside your door, in fact. I didnt need to be looking at him to know that he was smiling.
With a smile myself, I go down the stairs to open the door. Just as soon as its open, I greet him with an unexpected hug. You re such an idiot for coming over at this time of night!
But its 8! he says, startled.
I was going to sleep, I reply, yawning. Do you want something to drink? I ask him, feeling more polite than Id like. He nods slightly. I direct him towards the kitchen.
So how are you coping? he asks me. The softness of his voice makes me soften a little.
Im coping, you know, I shrug as though its not affecting me that much.
Thanks, he accepts my apple juicehis favoriteand quickly gulps it down.
It still amazes me how fast men drink things, I take the glass from his grasp. Our fingers touch. I look up at him. His brown eyes meet mine.
So what did you want to talk about?
He soon regains his composure, Well, you know how I told you that your father was murdered?
I can only nod.
Well, it turns out that the person who did it was found dead just a few miles away from where your father had been murdered. There was nothing on him. He was completely naked of any belongings save for the gun. Gary starts to take something out of his coat pocket. Pictures, it seems. I think he was deeply connected to a group of
Stop, I whisper. I just cant hear it. Stop, stop, stop!
Gary frowns, I thought?
Just hug me you big idiot. Thats all I want right now. Please, my eyes go wide and all puppy like. Gary crosses the distance between us in two long strides. The smell of Dolce & Gabbana instantly hits my nose. Such a pleasant smell. I take it in as our arms wrap around each other. I smile. At least he had been there for me.
Thank you, I mumble. Thank you so much. I love you, I wanted to say. But not in the way that you think…
Shhh, he tilts my head up so I can look into his eyes. I gulp and stare into those big brown eyes. And I cant help but feel a pull that brings us even closer together. Not physically but mentally.
Gently, very softly and gently, his fingers trace the curve of my cheekbones. The contour of my lips. And the outline of my neck and shoulders. I love you, Elizabeth, he whispers softly. Almost afraid to break whatever was making us act like this.
I smile slightly. Ive always lo but his lips are already kissing mine. The moist feel of his lips reminds me so much of those days. My eyes slowly close as I grab a firm hold of his hair and swiftly wrap my legs around his torso.
Right nowright now I wanted to forget about everything for just a moment. Even if it wasnt that long. I start to get that as his lips insist on mine. My hands lazily drift down to his trousers. To rub the lump that was forming there.
Someones getting hot, I whisper while getting on my feet. I take a step back and turn slightly. But the passion inside of him doesnt let me. He turns me back around and almost instantly makes me wrap my legs around his torso.
No, Robert, we shouldnt… he bites my upper lip and keeps grinding himself against me. Oblivious to my talking it seems. No, Robert, we… his lips meet mine. I feel a bit dazed as his lips keep seeking mine in a passionate kiss.
I cant stop, Lizzie…, he whispers before drifting back to kissing me. And I let myself feel all of him. Enjoy all of him. I bite his neck softly, knowing it will set him off. With a growl coming from deep within him, Robert manages to get out his stiffening cock. I feel my back touch the kitchen wall so abruptly, that it begins to hurt. It subsides as time progresses.
Ive missed this so much, Lizzie. Youre so much better than Serena, he whispers into my ear. His cock presses against me before slipping inside of me. I wrap my arms around his shoulder and start to seek his lips as often as I can. His hands desperately grasp my breast as his cock keeps sliding deeper into me. My back arches in pure pleasure.
As he strokes become faster and harder, I give small gasps of pleasure. The girth of his cock has always surprised me. And pleased me in every way. He certainly knew how to use his weapons. And I loved that. God did I love it!
I bite his earlobe softly and press myself down against him before whispering whats in my head. Just fuck me, Rob, please! Fuck me! …oh… Yeah! … Harder… Harder! Oh! Fuck! His hips start to convul