by Peitho
“God, I didn’t know sex would make you so fucking sore.” I muttered as Trent came up to help me.
“Poor thing, you still look so innocent. I’m sorry we went so far with you. It was your first time, we should have been more gentle.”
They were right, this was too much for a virgin in one day, but it was over with now and I couldn’t complain too much. I’d got off and enjoyed it. Most of it.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you back to the house then you can soak in the bathtub.” James said as he put his own clothes on, and Trent helped me into my dress and zipped it up.
“How sweet!” James remarked, and I ignored him as Trent helped me put on my shoes.
“You’ll have to forgive James, Vicki. Sometimes my brother is fucking childish.” Trent said but laughed when James flipped him off.
There was a loud thump on the door. I was sitting on the couch, freshly debauched, and somebody was banging on the door. Was this part of the prank, I wondered? Would I have to fuck somebody else tonight? I thought I was just supposed to be their girl. Who the fuck was this? I looked between them, an accusation in my eyes.
Maybe that was part of the ritual, they take the initiate’s virginity and then they leave her for everyone else to have a turn with.
I really thought that until, I heard a voice, a very distinctive voice.
“Boys open the fucking door, right fucking now!”
I would know that voice anywhere, I’d heard it the first day that I started here. He’d been the only one that stood up for me when nobody else would. And now he was outside. Why? I stared at the Hawk brothers, wondering what they were going to do.
“Fuck, he’s here. What the fuck is he doing here? What are we going to do?” James whispered loudly and turned to Trent.
The brothers were trying to figure out what to do and if I could speak, I would tell them to start by acting calm. If we all acted calm maybe he wouldn’t notice the smell of sex in the air, or the way I looked completely disheveled.
I’d just finished having sex with two guys at once, and I wanted to tell Mr. Hawk to fuck off. For some reason, for the first time since Mom’s death, I’d felt wanted. Not pitied. Not sad. Not like a lost puppy, but wanted. He was going to ruin that, I just knew it.
In a voice that I didn’t recognize I said, “Don’t let him in.”
Between the thumping on the door and the boys running around the room trying to figure out what to do, they must have missed what I’d said.
“One last chance, boys. Open the door now or else!”
Those were his last words, as the door quickly flew open and the boys screamed out, “Fuck! Dad what gives?”
The reason that they were called the Kings of Hawk Academy. The reason why they were given special treatment and worshipped by everyone. I thought that it was because they were rich and privileged, the stepsons and I just lost my virginity to them, all of this was becoming awkward.
Did he find out what they were doing and decided that he should rescue me? If that was the case, then why had this ritual been going on for the last few years.
“Don’t talk to me. Just get her the fuck out of here. I told you both to stop doing this shit and I thought that seeing as you were going to college that you would grow up. But no, you let your fucking dicks lead you around like two dumbasses with no brains. Well, you’ve really fucked up this time, that’s all I can say. I can barely look at the three of you.”
I waited for someone to let me go out of the door and escape this argument, but all they did was keep on arguing. I should have moved and let it be known that I was more than ready to go but I had a feeling that they all knew this.
“You told us not to mess with her. You never said that we should stop…” James shouted at Mr. Hawk, while I tried to step by him, but what Mr. Hawk said next made me stop dead in my tracks.
“She’s your fucking sister, you morons!”
There was a pause as the air became thick and I felt bile rise in my throat to make me sick. So sick that the moment James moved I vomited all over the wall. As soon as I caught my breath I asked the question,“Dad?”
He didn’t respond as he handed me a towel and just as quickly that he came into my life, he was out again. He left us standing there, totally lost and supremely fucked up in our heads. I couldn’t believe it, he told me the other day that he knew my dad and my mom once. How had I not picked up on the signs before? How had I been so blind?
I had so many questions, but the humiliation of the night just made me want to leave. I looked around at the room I now hated as my heart raced at the humiliation of the moment. The room had a dim light, enough for me to know that I was now alone. I was so stunned that I’d stood there for quite a while without realizing it and everyone had left. I wanted to go back to my room and cry. I’d slept with my stepbrothers and not only that, but I’d found my dad. What should have been the happiest night of my life had turned into the sickest.
I hated him for leaving my mom to marry that man that killed her. Hated him for leaving us all these years and most of all, I hated him for telling me that he was my dad right after his son’s had taken my virginity. My life in Hawk Academy wasn’t going to be my salvation, but rather it was turning into my new, deeper level of hell.
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About Cruel Intentions…
Our stepfather had let the cat out of the bag.
Ever since he’d married our mom, he’d made us feel as if we were the young and reckless ones.
Not knowing that he was even worse.
He’d taken the one woman that meant more to us than anything else and turned her into broken glass, not shattered, but completely broken.
His secret should have made us stay away, but it made us want her even more.
We wanted her to feel the pain that he’d induced on our family.
And we wanted him to watch as we broke her into tiny shards of broken glass.
We’d break his little princess.
Watch her fade away.
Her life at Hawk Academy had just begun, and we weren’t finished playing.
No, we’d only just begun.