With Ambrose’s help, Justin had managed to rent a furnished apartment near his house. The short distance allowed him to keep tabs with what happened at his home. It’d been a week since they’d
returned from the coast, and his infatuation for Gisela only grew stronger.
He sipped the last of his whiskey and moved to the bedside. “Hey, beautiful.”
Gisela didn’t stir.
On tiptoe, he put on a woven shawl collar robe over his pajamas, strolled to the balcony and slumped into a rocking chair. Motion in the neighbor's bedroom window caught his eye. A young couple
stood looking at each other. The woman stripped and before the man could move, she slid her hands beneath his t-shirt and rolled it off his body. What the hell? Didn’t they notice their curtain was
The lady cupped the young man’s face and brought his mouth to her large, firm breasts. Justin shifted to make room between his legs. Then, when he couldn't wait...he returned to bed.
He traced Gisela’s lip lightly with a fingertip. “Hey, sunshine. Can’t get enough of you.”
She opened her eyes and pouted her lips. This aroused him more. He wanted to kiss and bite them, to wrap with her inside the quilt, listen to her gentle breathing, and watch the cotton ripple like
“Ah, you gonna kill me man. Are you on Viagra? I feel sore down there.” She brushed her lips across his. Then slid a hand under his pajamas. “Oh, I can’t resist you. How badly d’you want me?”
He glided down his pajamas. Threw away the robe. “Ah, so badly. Words can’t capture the feeling. You've bewitched me.”
“Oh, I love it, push it slowly. Oh, yeah...yes, yes...c'mon baby.” She groaned.
A few minutes later, he dropped beside her, whacked and dripping sweat. “Oh, that was nice.”
“Man, you’re crazy. We’d already done this less than an hour ago and you still come for more?”
“It’s those rascals across the window. They forgot to close their curtain.”
“Yup. They were having sex in my full glare.”
“Are you for real?”
Justin smiled. “Go see for yourself. But they must be done by now.”
“Oh, you don’t say.” She walked to the window and drew the blinds. “Oh my God!” She covered her mouth with her hands and pushed Justin away, who’d come to watch too. She screamed. “Sorry, you
shouldn’t see them. It’s wrong.”
“What d’you mean? Are they still doing it? They must be possessed.” He gently pulled her aside and peeped. “Holy shit.”
The lady had bent forward, facing in their direction, and the man had mounted her, pumping hard from behind. There was no mistaking Olivia’s face, which glistened in the red light as she twisted
her mouth in what must have been gasps and moans of pleasure. Justin had seen the same look in Gisela not so long ago. He sharply closed the blinds and crouched. His limbs weakened, and his
heartbeat raced faster. It couldn’t be happening. Was he dreaming?
What the hell was wrong with these young girls? Couldn’t they wait and do the right thing in marriage?
He shook his head, trying to drive away Olivia’s image, which had stuck in his mind. How could he reconcile it? It was already bad enough to see his daughter naked… and beholding her in the dog
style position almost gave him a heart attack. Justin closed his eyes. A headache ground into his temples. In vain, he tried to remember how he got himself at this strange, dark place where nothing
seemed familiar. He got up and paced.
“I’m sorry,” said Gisela, clasping her hands behind his back and leaning on his chest. “Whoa, I wouldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams Olivia could do this with Ryan. The guy’s training for
Justin winced. “I brought this to myself.”
“You’re not to blame.”
He released her hold and continued pacing, vigorously stroking his mustache. Despite their differences, he must talk to his wife. Otherwise, all the children would go astray. If she couldn’t take
care of them in the few weeks he’d been away, what would happen in a month’s time? He hated Katelyn for neglecting Olivia—no wonder she’d started engaging in sex.
“I mean, she’s a grownup. It’s just unfortunate that you’ve seen it but you didn’t expect her not to— “
Justin lifted a finger. “It’s not as easy as you may think.”
How shameful! All his life, Justin never imagined being associated with such baseness—screwing someone’s daughter in a rented house, while someone else screwed his own daughter in the next. What
curse had befallen him? A moralist, a man who’d castigated his friends like Ambrose for living a double life. He now realized how low he’d sunk.
If only his head would stop pounding… He walked out to the dining room, where the red candles were still burning, moved over to the sitting room, where Gisela had already placed her portrait, in
which she wore a low-necked bodice, her smile exposing even rows of teeth. That smile, which had hitherto boiled his blood, now reminded him where his fall begun. He hated her. What a wretched
girl! If only she’d some self-worth and refused him, things would be different.
He whispered, “Oh man, what’s to be done?”
An acute loneliness seized him, forcing him back and forth. At each turn in his walk, he was tempted to storm out of the house and go face Olivia, but he couldn’t bear the shame. He resorted to the
only weapon in his possession—self consolation. After all, Gisela was right. Olivia was a grownup and could decide for herself between right or wrong. But he couldn’t quite get it out of his
mind. She would always remain his little girl—his pumpkin. He strolled back to Gisela, who still lay on the bed, head on a pillow.
“Hey, don’t torture yourself,” she said, moving for him.
He lay beside her. “Are they still there?”
“No, they’ve closed the curtains.”
Justin looked at Gisela and wondered what she was thinking and feeling. For the first time, he asked himself if they could live together as husband and wife. Could she truly love him, an old man
thrice her age? Would she not cheat on him with a young guy? He pictured Ryan lying on top of Olivia. It felt sinful, but he couldn’t help but wonder at how these young guys did it—like gymnastics
and for such a long time; from the time he first saw them, finished his round with Gisela, yet they were still at it.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
Gisela folded her feet under her hips, rose to her knees and started stroking his hairy chest. “Of course.”
“Oh, that feels nice.” He put a pillow under his head and opened the robe a little more. “I mean, in bed… do I satisfy you?”
"Of course. Why are you asking?” Her warm breath washed over his neck. “You’re the best.”
“Ah, just asking…”
Ryan grinding on his daughter flashed again.
Oh, no! how low I’ve descended! Using my daughter’s sex maneuvers as the standard.
She waited until he flipped to his stomach and dug her fingers in deeper. “I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t say this just to please you, but you more than satisfy me in bed.”
He lifted a little and smoothed the quilt. “That’s sweet of you. Uhm, you know, I’m responsible for Olivia’s life but there are limits. I can only guide her. I can’t decide for her.”
“Honey, please stop torturing yourself. She’s a grown-up," she whispered. "And don't get me wrong. Ah, it’s unfortunate what’d happened, but it’s not like she’s been molested. She’s fine.” She
stopped stroking and poked his neck. “Pull up a little, no, this way. Yeah, there.”
He pushed his head forward a little more to support his neck. “Yeah, you’re right. I can’t put myself in thought and feeling in her place.”
For now, he had to put what had happened out of his mind and enjoy life. After all, he’d married Katelyn when she was younger than Olivia’s age. He couldn’t agree more with Gisela. Olivia was
no longer a kid. The question of her feelings wasn’t his affair; it was an affair of her conscience. As her father, his duty was just to guide her, to point out the danger he perceived, to warn her
of the consequences of such behavior. He resolved to meet her and speak plainly with her the next day.
And turning on his back, he stroked his mustache.
What’s to be, will be… forgive me, Lord!
Justin felt so sinful, so guilty, that nothing was left in his soul but to humiliate himself more and more, like a pig wallows in the mud. He couldn’t undo what had happened and much as he hated
Gisela for being the cause of his family downfall, he realized each time he went away from her, even just the next room, terror and deep ennui seized him. But when he came close to her, his
feelings changed and even though his mind became dull to the awfulness of his position, at least his blood boiled and calmed his nerves. There was no one in his life who could soothe him but her.
Without Gisela, he feared he might descend into depression.
He narrowed his gaze. It was awful and revolting to think that such a young girl could have such power over him.
Oh, the joy of the flesh!
With fury, as it were with passion, he fell into kissing her, from her ears, neck, lips, and tongue.
She held his hand. “Why are you doing this?”
He pulled her towards him, and her breasts grazed his face. “Because I love you. I want you badly, more than before.”
She sat up on his abs and removed her pants. “I want you more. Always.”
Justin slipped his hands around her slim waist and turned her around, pushing her down onto her back. “I have nothing left but you. Always remember that.”
“That makes the two of us.”
“Promise you’ll always love me and always be faithful.”
Gisela slipped her hands between her thighs and spread her legs until Justin disappeared between her knees. “I’ll never trade this happiness with anything else.”
Happiness! Could one speak of happiness with these lies?
“Happiness!” he repeated.
With each stroke inside of her, he saw Olivia stripping and Ryan sucking her boobs. Shit! He tried to focus on Gisela but it’s Olivia’s face he saw—groaning with pleasure. To imagine he got an
erection beholding his daughter’s nudity! His cock withered and he pulled out of Gisela.
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