Ever since I was a little girl I was expected to be the best, perfect. Being the only child, all of Momma and Papa's expectations were shoved on to me. Worse, I am the only child of the Korshunova's; I don't want to be in charge of half of Korshunova-Lowell enterprises. I want to be and an artist, but not just any artist a great artist, the one everyone wanted a piece of. Momma thought it was ridiculous and Papa wanted me to be his successor, it gave me panic attacks. So when I was fourteen and couldn't stand the incessant nagging and pressure I begged Momma and Papa to let me go to Babushka's for a year. They begrudgingly sent me to Moscow. My babushka was the most amazing grandma in the world. She always had something encouraging, to say to me. She knew I had my own dreams and aspirations and she gave me the wisest of advice that year.
"You listen to your heart and follow your dreams little sun." She winked at me. "And if they still give you grief move out." She cackled and hugged me tight before she sent me back home. I took her advice to heart. Momma and Papa didn't let up and my panic attacks were getting worse, so I moved out........in to the back yard. We lived in a wooded area that was perfect for a tree house. So I got to work. It took me a whole year to finish. The whole thing was held up by six trees and twelve posts, it was sturdy, insulated, and with a few glitches along the way it had running water and minimal electricity. Momma was furious, she hadn't thought that I would actually succeed and live out there. Papa despite himself was proud and begrudgingly paid to furnish it, Momma wasn't too happy about that.
Momma, she had this habit of comparing me to her best friend's two kids. She'd say something about how Emily was so outgoing and so flawless, which wasn't untrue I actually liked Emily she was six years older than me, nice to everyone and always had a smile on. What really irked me was when Momma compared me to Micah. She'd go on about how he's so smart and so athletic, he always had friends over. He was not the nice guy my mom liked to believe he was. Micah was rude, arrogant and sarcastic. The worse part of the whole thing was not only were we the same and age and went to the same schools we lived in the same house, well until I moved into the back yard. Things weren't as bad with Emily around as the buffer, but she graduated and moved out. I personally never saw the wisdom with us all living together, it wasn't crowded or anything I mean our house is monstrous but let's be real we could afford separate houses, but whatever right. Momma eventually let up begrudgingly, and when I graduated they let me go off and travel Europe, Asia and Africa. I learned so much, the three years I spent abroad were, enlightening. I learned so many different styles and techniques, I worked hard to be in the presence of masters and study under them.
So now at the ripe old age of nineteen I'm returning to my tree house with my supplies, gifts, and the things I collected ready to be unpacked. Momma, Papa, Aunty Dina and Uncle Antoine met me at the airport on their way to Italy. I was happy that they were all waiting for me, but I'm ready to lie out on my bed and take a nice long nap. I climb the stairs bobbing my head to the music coming from my iPod. I opened the door to see mountains of unpacked boxes, I skirt around them and head towards my room. I don't notice anything out of the ordinary and grab blankets from the hall closet, thinking my bed hasn't been made in ages. I hip checked the door and walk in backwards and swing around stopping in shock. There on my monstrous California king bed, were two very naked, very slick, and very aroused men rolling around in apparent rapture.
"What the HELL are you doing in my room?" I scream. "On my bed?" I start gasping and hyperventilating, something I had thought I had left behind when moved out of the house. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind. My arms were above my head, an arm around my chest kept them up, another hand was on my stomach.
"Blow out slowly." A rough voice at my ear said. I was trying to stop my panic and I wanted to laugh I know I should blow out but it seemed so unnatural since I couldn't breathe in. The arm around my chest contracted when I tried to breathe in again and the hand on my stomach pushed up into my diaphragm. I exhaled loudly, and breathed in a little, and exhaled again. After repeating this several times I slumped, feeling my heart slowing down. I became aware again that I was in my room and also that whoever was holding me was very naked and very......aroused. My eyes focused and I could see a bored looking Micah lounging on my bed also obviously aroused.
"What the hell?" I gasp again.
"Relax." The hand on my stomach moved to my neck and gently stroked it.
"Like that'll happen with a jerk sweating in my bed and some strange guys dick rubbing against my ass." I wiggle trying to untangle myself. It doesn't work, I find myself in a full nelson, my legs spread over his and tangled in a kneeling position. I felt very exposed and what's worse my new position had my ass cradling his dick.
"Micah I like her, who is she?" I feel his nose graze my neck followed by a moist tongue. I shiver and feel my body involuntarily respond. I'm no newbie to sex but this was embarrassing, to be turned on by a complete stranger who was most likely gay. I should know better, as a similarly embarassing experice should have taught me, maybe it's because there are less clothes involved.
"Rose Korshunova, my father's friend's daughter." He grins at me. "Rose this is Kyle Duce, a very good friend."
"Very good." Kyle murmurs taking a hand and unbraiding my knee length curly light brown hair."Micah, she smells just like roses and something sweet." Kyle buries his face in my hair. I make a small noise in the back of my throat as Kyle finds the back of my neck with his lips. Goose bumps crawl up my arms and I shiver. Taking my last chance to escape, I lunge forward and go slack, creating dead weight, we tumble forward and I start rolling until I'm free. I feel enraged.
"Get out of my room, get out right now!" I pound my fists on the floor. I don't look up as I hear them move around, and only get up when I hear the door shut. I rip the covers and sheets from the bed and throw the blankets I had brought on top. I take all my clothes off except for my bra and panties and slide into the covers. I could worry about being angry at Kyle later, for now I'm going to sleep.
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Soooo first chapter yaaaaay, it's been awhile since i've uploaded anything. Comment but be gentle...i'm sensetive. *sniff sniff*
But anyway, picture is of my main character and the song well i just couldn't get it out of my head while i was writing XP
