Nightmares Of Ecstacy | 18+

Home Alone

This one's a bit slower and a lot more longer than my usual oneshots, but trust me, the smut is sizzling hot. Also, just a reminder, this is NOT incest. Please read carefully, it's her stepfather.

Enjoy, and happy reading!

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"Brooke, no inviting boys over, no going out late at night, and no-"

"Mom! Can you just stop already?" I whined, leaning against the door, wishing she would hurry up and leave.

"Alright, but just..." She turned to Mason, my stepdad, giving him a worried look. "Make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble."

I rolled my eyes at her antics. "Aunt Chloe must be expecting you by now, so go on!" I gave her a gentle shove toward the car. With a sigh, she got in and drove off.

Finally, she'd be gone for the weekend, and I couldn't be more ecstatic. More sleep for me.

I heard Mason chuckle behind me. "Your mom's always so worried."

"Yeah, but with the weather getting colder and stormier, can you blame her?" I rubbed my arms, feeling the chill in the house.

"Mhm, they mentioned on the news there's going to be a thunderstorm tonight," Mason said as he walked in and closed the door.

"Well, why don't we watch something to pass the time?" I suggested, settling onto the couch.

"Like what?" he asked, taking a seat next to me.

"Movies? We haven't watched any together in a while," I replied, shifting slightly closer as the temperature in the house dropped despite the heating.

Mason nodded, reaching for a rum bottle on the table and pouring himself a generous glass. "Care for some?" he asked, looking at me.

I wrinkled my nose and flicked my fingers toward the bottle. "That stuff tastes like shit. Seriously, what is it made of? Regret and bad decisions?"

He let out a hearty laugh, the kind that made the whole room feel lighter. "You know, they say rum is good for the soul. But I think it's just an excuse to drink something that tastes like it was distilled from a pirate's laundry."

"Yeah, well, if I wanted my taste buds to revolt, I'd just lick a rusty nail instead,"

"Good point," he said, chuckling again. "But let me tell you, it's an acquired taste. You just have to let it marinate in your mouth for a bit. Then, you know, it gets worse, but you start to feel it."

"Great, so it's like a bad relationship," I replied, rolling my eyes. "First, it's sweet, then it just leaves you with a headache and regrets the next day."

He leaned back on the couch, raising his glass in mock toast. "To bad decisions and headaches then."

"Cheers to that!" I laughed, clinking my imaginary glass against his before sinking further into the couch and flicking the TV on.

The movie wasn't anything special, but I loved movie nights with Mom and Mason - especially with Mason. He was nice. Having him around made everything feel a bit more relaxed and fun.

"Seriously! What is even going on in this movie?" I muttered, rolling my eyes as I reached for the remote to change it. Just as I was about to hit play, the lights suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness.

"What the...?" Mason mumbled. "Great, A power outage during the most riveting part of a movie that I'm pretty sure was made for a dog's viewing pleasure."

"Right? It's like they just ran out of ideas halfway through!" I laughed, fumbling around for my phone to use as a flashlight. "I mean, how many explosions can one movie have without a plot? It's like they're trying to make a popcorn commercial instead."