Some years ago, when I was just 13 and in a beauty pageant, one of the contestants was kidnapped and later found to have been taken by his father who ran away with her to china. Her parents were going through a divorce and her father wanted sole custody which the court didn't grant, so he took her by force.
Despite the fact that the girl was in safe hands, the incident shook dad and he got me a tracker and made me promise to always have my phone GPS turned on anytime I leave the house. But since I graduated and stopped modeling, I hardly leave the house except to go to the shop in town so I stopped using my tracker but always had my GPS turned on except for when I am hanging out with Sylvester. Nobody knew until today when I stayed out long after lights-out.
I wasn't really bothered about Dad banging the door, so I shrugged and leapt to open it but what I heard from behind me stopped me in my tracks as my heart leaped like it was about to jump out of my chest in fright. I turned around and faced Uncle Liam who had stopped behind me to witness my face off with Dad.
"What did you say?" I whispered.
"You should bring him home next time. It's cheap and lowly of you to be having sex in the bush." He repeated, walked past me, opened the doors and disappeared behind them as I felt my jaws hitting the floor and breaking to pieces.
He knew? How? When? HOW?!!
I felt a chill go up my spine as my body trembled in shock.
He knew!
The sound of the door after he closed it woke me up and I instantly went after him. I waited till he was about to open his door then jumped in front of him. I needed to know how he knew and for how long.
He stared at me with expressionless eyes, saying nothing and not trying to get rid of me. Honestly I thought he would grab and bundle me to my room and lock the door till the next day like he used to do whenever I made him the target of my tantrums so I had grabbed the door handle for support just in case. But he didn't make any attempt at touching me. He just stood there, waiting.
"How did you know?"
I am your bodyguard. It's my job to know."
"But…but… you always stay home…you… okay, since when?"
" Since the first day." He responded with a straight face.
"But how?" I almost screamed in frustration.
He turned around and made to leave but I was not going to have any of that annoying dismissive habit today. He must tell me how. So I grabbed his hand.
"You have to tell me!" I said in my most powerful commanding tone as taught by my speech trainer.
"Your car has its own tracker." He replied and shook his hand flinging off my hold effortlessly.
For the second time that day, I felt my jaws on the ground again. It has never occurred to me that my car could carry a tracker.
I watched Uncle Liam walk towards the kitchen and waited until he left my sight before making my way to my room, chastising myself for being so silly and gullible. I mean, I should have known, right? How stupid could a person be.
I opened my bedroom door with the intention to just drop in bed and sleep, I pushed into the back of my mind the disturbing picture of Uncle Liam, sneaking in on Sylvester and I while we were in the middle of it. It was too disgusting and embarrassing. I would rather not dwell on it.
After that second round with Sylvester, I felt so light and sleepy. Thankfully, Dad's grumpiness didn't affect that feeling in any way. As i entered the room, i dropped my bag on the floor and used my right leg to remove the flat shoe I was wearing from my left leg then repeated the action with my left leg. Each step got me closer to my bed and when I got to the edge, I grabbed the edge of my short gown and dragged it up my body and over my head in slow motion. It triggered a memory of Sylvester doing the same and how each time his hand brushed against my Skin, a fire was ignited. When that memory hit me, I instantly felt my clit clench. That was a bad sign for me. I tried to ignore it too so I could sleep tonight but as the dress went over my head, a wave of masculine muskiness belonging only to Sylvester wrapped around my head and slipped into my nostrils, taking me back in time to when I was sniffing him. It was as if my memory was filled with his scent because now, I could clearly sniff him as if he was there and I was in his arms.
This memory rush shouldn't be allowed to fester because it would mean no sleep for me until I can stop the already annoying itch between my legs. So I decided to go take a cold shower. But unfortunately, despite the cool weather and night breeze, the water from the tank was still lukewarm to the skin and that only made things worse. I should have taken some ice cubes from the kitchen and added them to a basin of water instead of going under the shower directly. The lukewarm water only made things worse so I washed up and went to where I threw my bag on the floor to retrieve my plastic pestle. In my haste to get it over with, I out turned my bag and everything came pouring out onto the floor including a strange looking brown envelope that I have never seen before.
Considering that Dad just finished nagging me about my safety, finding a brown envelope in my bag was a spooky thing so I became a little scared and used my pestle to hit it. It sounded like another plastic so I carefully took it and started unwrapping it with my heart in my throat. When the last layer of brown paper got torn away, what I saw made me gasp. It was a small, pink bullet. And it came with a note from 'S'.
"Consider this my farewell gift for when we leave for college. 'S'"
A small shriek escaped my mouth as I threw aside the note and rolled the pink thing around. Already knowing how to operate it, I inserted it into my clitoris and grabbed the small remote that came with it. I pressed the highest leave of speed on a personal dare and found myself on the floor writhing and spasming. There was no pleasure, no pain. Just my body, unpleasantly spasming so hard. I quickly stopped it and found myself breathing like a sprinter.