AROUND THE HEART IN 80 DAYS

Thirty Two

Trigger Warning

May God rightly judge you if you engage in paedohilia or any unnatural act because it's like you're not normal at all

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There was never a female as beautiful as what he saw the very moment his mother introduced them to her new 'partner' after their father.

He was well aware Bryce was Hispanic and though he despised the fact that his mother was finding romance again, he was eager and curious to see exotic people near them.

She had been thirteen --fourteen years his junior-- the first time they met. And she was the most exotic creature he ever encountered. Her skin tawny as expected, then hair all over her eyebrows, wonderfully carved sideburns and a mop of curly shoulder-length hair that was everywhere. Her lips were full, brown eyes wide, amazing chubbiness sizing under her skin. She seemed mature for her age, he could see the curves of her breasts already and could salivate over her hips from beneath the tight jeans she loved to wear.
Asides an evident hard-on he got from her presence, he knew he was mad about his soon to be step-sister.

He knew he became mad.

She was so moody, so sad and to herself. Her father was hardly ever around, his mother and sister didn't fancy her, she had diabetes which his mother complained was affecting her weight, then she also had to work from the moment he knew her, as a delivery apprentice, then as a self-acclaimed small scale baker, to get in more money for their now increased family.
So hardworking and perfect. She was a good domestic baker too, devout Catholic, the good girl routine driving him further on to want to be with her forever and shield her from the world and have her to himself so he could be the only one to gaze upon her for ever.

So he would be her friend, first. Get closer to her. He would go to her every night after she returned from her tiring jobs and start up small talk, find about her day, her health, save her up some good food, generally making sure access into her room and herself was slowly getting natural.

His glorious days were when her dad passed and his mother got physical. She really did get depressed that period... and she needed comfort. Then he could touch her, her glorious smooth skin. He liked to smell the small hairs scattered on her arm while he held her and wiped away her tears.
He proceeded on telling her how he was the only one who loved her and how she should love him too as they would be the only thing each other had. He didn't know how convincing his voice sounded because she tightened more into his embrace.

He remembered the magical night for the rest of his life. His mother had gone to chaperone Fiona at her school dance and both of them were alone. He readily rented an X-rated movie, fully aware of how much he wanted her, and told her he had a surprise for her.

In the dark nights of their living room, before extremely explicit scenes on the television screen, he stylishly got her to take off her top and jeans. She obeyed, trusting in his good plans for her. Her big eyes stayed on him as he kept reassuring her that she could trust him, that he just wanted her to understand what it meant to be loved and everything the screen portrayed was true love.
He enjoyed it. He loved it, she loved it and he knew they loved each other.

Day after day, they found it necessary to sneak to secluded corners and just touch each other. He was having a blast. Till almost two months later, then she suddenly started acting strange. Giving him excuses on how she was too busy now. She'd begun to seclude herself more, cry much more, making it easier for his mother and sister to find her an easy target, and he was glad, so she might need consolation again.
She never did.

Jacqueline started going to the church more, signing up for religious meetings and other things to keep her away from the house. The lock on her door got fixed suddenly and she was starting to use it everyday of her life when she was in her bedroom. She would place a large towel over the crack in the bathroom door and shut the windows when she was in and an ugly place in him told him she told his mom. Which was completely useless because he was never confronted.
He remembered clearly when he got her before she could lock her room's door. He'd gotten so mad and accused her of forgetting how to love him. She'd been roughly fourteen by then and he couldn't take it any more. She was growing beautifully, like a ripe flower and he wanted her everything. So he'd told her he would do the natural penetration, so they could be together forever.
After a terrible kick to his balls, she went missing for three nights, then returned wearing a braver, bolder facade. She simply excited him.
But they never were the same again. A year passed, two, six. Then his stupid sister caught him just checking up on the luckily-open bathroom window from outside when Jacqueline bathed and he guessed she reported because his mother started to pester him about leaving the house. He had a good job, yes, but that he needed to stand alone and on his own.
Which was dumb, because he only wanted his exotic flower. His Claude, as he loved to call her, because no-one else ever did.
But then Amanda did get him packing. He was thirty-four after all and needed to get himself together. Maybe his Claude would appreciate him more if he was well defined and stable in life.

So he left. He left her. Six years before he got news that his assistant worker's sister needed a baker.

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"Yo! Edrei, you'll never guess what." Victor said cheekily to him the moment he stepped into the cool ambience of the reception of Copper Rivet.
Edrei looked to his friend to fill him in.

"Garrett Fitcher's finally back!"