Forbidden Love

Chapter One

"I still don't understand why we have to get all dressed up just because your friends are coming over for dinner." My foster brother says rolling his eyes "Brian shut up." I laugh "Shut don't go up cars go past; you don't like it? Kiss my ass." He taunts "What are you five?" I shake my head at him "I know you are but what am I?" he shoots back "No way you're older than me." I roll my eyes "Both of you stop." My foster mother cuts in "Yes, you have to dress up. No, she will not kiss your ass. As far as him being older- well I question that too." She says fixing my hair and I laugh "Thanks mom." Brian says sarcastically as he walks away annoyed making my mother and I both laugh. The doorbell rings and Brian goes to answer it  with a dinner roll hanging out of his mouth. "Okay honey, don't be mad at me." My foster mother starts and I frown "Our friends aren't coming over; this guest is for you. I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself before hand but your father thought it'd be better if you didn't know so you couldn't lie." She says quickly "Explain what? What would I lie about?" I ask genuinely confused "Hey Alicia, you have a visitor." Brian says grinning. I walk into the living room and freeze. My chest tightens and it gets hard to breath. I want to turn and run in the opposite direction. What is he doing here? Why would he- I'm so confused. "Hello Miss Lewis." He smiles that bright white smile. "Hello Mr. Sullivan. I'm so glad you could make it." My mother walks in behind me with my foster dad at her side "And right on time too, I just finished grilling the steaks." My dad extends a hand to Mr. Sullivan and he responds to it with a firm shake. Why are they acting so cordial? Why isn't my dad killing him right now? Then it hits me. They must not know. "What are you doing here?" I blurt out without thinking "Alicia!" My mother squeals "Manners." She says. "Mr. Sullivan called and said he needed to speak with us about your behavior in class." My father raises his eyebrows at me "So would you like to tell us what you've been doing?" He asks me arms folded "Well actually. She's outstanding in class." Mr. Sullivan chimes in and we all look at him "She is?" My dad says shocked "Well yes," Mr. Sullivan answers "She's a straight A student and her highest grade is in my class. But it could be higher, if she participated more and she got a control on her dyslexia." I frown at his words. "It's my understanding that you have it. Whenever you do a written essay instead of typed you put letters backwards as well as numbers. You have been diagnosed haven't you?" He asks "Not officially no, but I know I have it." I say tense "I came because I used to tutor dyslexic kids when I was in college and I'd like to help you get a handle on yours." He explains "Well, how about you two work on it together after dinner. But come let's eat." Mom says walking into the dining room, my brother and father following behind her. Mr. Sullivan goes to walk past me and I stop him. "What are you doing?" I say through gritted teeth "You're a real little tease, you know that?" "Takes one to know one." I say smugly and he leans in to kiss me, I push him back and my eyes widen "What are you doing?" I say amused "Hunting wabbits." He jokes and I choke on a laugh "And if one of my parents walk in?" I draw my eyebrows in and frown "We give em a show." He winks "I've been up all night, jerking off to the thought of your tight little pussy." He sucks in air through his teeth "You don't know how bad I've been wanting you since you left me in my classroom last Saturday." I roll my eyes at him and walk into the dining room with a big ass smirk on my face. 

   "Alicia, help your brother bring the steaks in from outside, he said it's too heavy." My foster dad sighs. Brian is his biological son and you can tell with how he looks at him he wonders if his wife had an affair some time before she got pregnant. Bless him. I shake my head and walk out into the back garden. "How can you not be able to lift a plate of five T-bone steaks." I joke "I can." He says picking up the plate without problem, I roll my eyes and turn to go back in the house and he stops me. "Your teacher is really here to cure your dyslexia?" He asks "You can't cure dyslexia, but yeah." I say "Oh I thought he was here to play with your tight little pussy." I gasp and my eyes widen "That the face you made when he shoved it in?" He teases me "Shut up." I snap "Are you gonna tell?" I bite my lip in anticipation "Depends." He says, his facial expression unreadable "On?" I ask "Does it make you happy. Him playing with your-." "If you say "tight little pussy" I will punch you in your throat. And kind of." I say awkwardly "And he's not forcing you?" He asks being serious again "No." I answer truthfully "Well then no, I won't tell. You went through a lot of shit before you came here so you deserve this. Just don't get pregnant." He says walking in the house. I grab the plate of steaks and speed in behind him. I set the plate on the table and sit in the chair directly across from Mr. Sullivan. "No!" I hear Brian whine. "That's my chair! I wanna sit there!" He whines louder. "Sit in the chair next to me." I say with a tone "No! I wanna sit in my chair." I roll my eyes and stand up and he sits there, I go to sit in the chair next to him and he whines again "No!" You can't sit in the chair on my right, I'm right handed and your left handed, we'll bump elbows!" I sigh hard and walk around the table and sit down next to Mr. Sullivan. No way in hell he's older than me. "Bow your heads so we can pray." My dad says glaring at Brian who is now grinning creepily at me. 19 my ass. I bow my head and close my eyes and just as my dad starts to speak I feel Mr. Sullivan's hand trail up my thigh and under my dress. I open my eyes and Mr. Sullivan brings a finger to his lips telling me not to make a sound. I close my eyes and bite my lip as he starts rubbing my clit. When my father says "Amen." I blush. "So Mr. Sullivan," My father starts "Please, Joey." Joey, interrupts "Okay, Joey. What's Alicia like in class?" Brian and I both sip our drinks as Mr. Sullivan talks. "Oh she's a real tease." He says and Brian and I choke. "She's always making jokes and teasing me." He finishes "He's an even bigger tease." I say and he looks at me and smiles "He's always messing with me and my cat." I say and his smile drops "Your cat?" My mom asks "Oh I drew this picture of a cat. It's really small. He wet it one day; like he spilt water on it, so I re-sketched it so it'd look like it's dripping wet." Brian smiles with an open mouth and wide eyes looking at Mr. Sullivan who is giving me a warning look. "I think I remember you mentioning something like that." My mom says, I hate to say it, but sometimes she plays into those dumb blonde jokes that floats around. "How did you spill water on her picture?" My dad asks "I saw her drawing and I walked up to her desk to look at it. I tripped and I accidentally spilt my drink on it." He says and I hold in a laugh. "It was soaked." I say and he gives me another warning look and squeezes my thigh silently telling me to stop. I bite my lip and look at the food my father just put on my plate and let the conversation end with that comment. I then sit through an uncomfortable ass dinner consisting of: My brother making sex puns that I only seem to be picking up on and listening to my father and Mr. Sullivan talk about politics whilst getting fingered by Mr. Sullivan. 

  After dinner Mr. Sullivan goes into my father's study so he can work with me on managing my dyslexia, which I now figure was just an excuse he used to come over and fuck me senseless. When he sits down in the chair behind the desk and nods his head at the door telling me to close it I bite my lip grinning. I do as he tells me and I walk over to him; he leans back in his chair grinning. "Take off your panties and ride me." He orders me. I cock my head to the side I look around the room like I'm trying to think. "I don't really like being told what to do." I say "Yes you do." He smiles showing his teeth and pulls me close to him by my waist. I slowly push his hand away and get under the desk. I pull his wheelie chair into the desk more he smiles and unbuckles his belt. I unzip his pants with my teeth and pull his cock out. I lick up the base and he bites the inside of his lip. I let his length fill my mouth and I gag, I go to lift up and he grabs the back of my head pushing me back down. He helps me work my head up and down in a steady pace as I choke on him, even though I'm not taking it all the way. Then I hear the door and I freeze as his tip grazes my lips "Where's Alicia?" My father asks "She went to go get her notebook." Mr. Sullivan clears his throat as I slowly continue sucking. "Well, I really appreciate what you're doing for her. She's a good kid. Giving that she's a young lady of color not many people would give her the chance to succeed in life." My dad says sitting down on the desk. "Is race a major thing for you?" Mr. Sullivan ask briefly making eye contact with me. "Well no, I just understand what people like her will face in life." My foster dad argues "People like her?" I can hear the anger swelling up in Mr. Sullivan's voice "You know, black." James, stumbles over his words. I fall back and wipe my mouth. "Have you ever said any of this to her?" Mr. Sullivan asks "Ha!" James laughs "Of course not, you know how sensitive those people are about stuff like that." He finishes "Those people?" Mr. Sullivan asks "Well yes. I can only say this to you because you're white too. My wife is half black." The only thing keeping me from crawling from under the table and giving him a piece of my mind is the fact that he would ask why the hell I was under there. "With all due respect Mr. Thompson, I'm half black. My mother was black." Mr. Sullivan smirks "I meant no disrespect." He starts trying to explain "It's quite alright," Mr. Sullivan interrupts "Just remember, you have a black foster daughter." The next sound I hear is the door of the study closing. I crawl out from under the desk with a clenched jaw. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snap "What?" He frowns at me "He's never said anything like that or even acted remotely racist. You bated him!" I snap. He leans back in his chair and smirks "This is funny?" I spit "A little yeah." He chuckles "Alicia have you really not noticed how much he mentions race?" He asks condescendingly "Get out." I blurt out "Excuse me?" He says finally realizing how serious I am "You heard me get out!" A tear falls down my cheek. He stands and fixes his pants. "I didn't mean to." He starts "Shut up." I cut him off and he slides past me walking out of the door. I close it behind him and let the sob that I was holding in escape me. "What the hell just happened?" I ask myself