by Jamie Knight
“Oh no, I don’t want that,” I politely decline with a scrunched-up nose. Why would anyone eat such a thing?
Brent goes to pass the dish, but his cousin Collin grabs the plate. He keeps the dish in front of me and starts laughing even more.
“Are you sure? It’s really good,” he says.
I’m starting to smell the fish eggs now and it’s disgusting. I just want them out of my sight before they make me sick. I feel my face starting to go red with anger.
Arron looks at Collin pushing the plate into my face and he starts to snort a bit like a pig. He can’t control himself. The laugher is overtaking him.
“Oh my, Lindsay, I have to declare that you are a delightful country bumpkin,” Arron announces.
This makes me a bit angry. I know he doesn’t mean what he said kindly. It was definitely a cutdown. I will show him!
“Okay, I’ll try it,” I say stubbornly.
I take the plate and see there are several items you can add to the caviar for taste. There are crackers, lemons and diced red onions. I put the caviar on a cracker and add some of the other additions on top hoping to make it more palatable. I take a bite… And I immediately spit it out into my napkin. The texture is just too gross for me. It’s like having grit in my mouth.
The entire room roars again with laughter. This is turning into an absolute nightmare and I was doing so well up until this point!
“We should check the poor girl for lice,” Brent’s uncle Thomas blurts out to more laughter.
My face is going even more red, this might be the darkest shade it’s ever been. I want to run and hide but I don’t want them getting the best of me either. So, I try to relax and ignore everyone.
As for Brent, he is doing his best to keep a calm face, but I can hear him snickering under his breath. I guess that trait of the Morgan family, the one that likes to laugh at the expense of those less fortunate, hasn’t completely skipped him by. It’s very disappointing. I thought he and I were past that.
As much as I want to withstand the abuse, however, I can no longer take it. I get up without a word and leave the dining room. Behind I hear the laughter reach its peak. It fortunately fades from earshot as I break away faster and run up the stairs.
The mansion is so large I easily get lost in it. And that is fine. I am happy to be far away not knowing where I am. So long as I don’t go in a circle and end up back in the dining room with that ruckus bunch.
I try to find the bedroom Brent and I are supposed to be sharing but I only remember going there once to drop off our bags. And at that moment, I just want to grab my things and go. I am so embarrassed by my upbringing. It is clear I don’t belong here. Maybe I could call a cab or take an Uber? That will cost so much money, though. Probably just pocket change to this snobbish family.
I know the bedroom is on the third level, so I walk up another staircase. At the top I wonder if it was left or right. I decide to go to the left and pass by a room with a light on.
“Lindsay! Lindsay is that you?” a choking voice calls out from the room.
It’s Grandpa Morgan!
I rush in to see him. He is coughing quite a bit. I see a pitcher of water with some glasses and pour him one. I take it to him, then help him sit up a bit so the coughing can subside. He takes the glass of water and gulps it down.
“Bless you, sweetheart,” he says with a gentle smile.
I take the cup back and set it back by the pitcher. He seems to be settling down a little and is more relaxed. Then he motions for me to come back over.
“Please, sit down and tell me about your evening,” he says.
I join him in the chair next to his bed, look at him, and then immediately start crying.
“Oh my, child, what is the matter?” he asks.
“I will never fit in here,” I say through the tears.
“That simply isn’t true,” he tries to assure me. “What makes you think that?”
I wipe my eyes with a tissue from my pocket and start to compose myself. After I minute, I can talk again. I like how patient he is with me, and the fact he is not laughing at me like the others. How can such a rotten group be related to this wonderful man?
“I just know because I grew up poor,” I explain. “They’ll never see me as an equal.”
“Well let me tell you something kiddo, I was born poor too,” he says.
I am little surprised to hear this. And it makes me feel a little bit better. Finally, someone I can relate to in this crazy house!
“Really?” I say in almost a whispering tone.
“Really. I started with nothing. I had to fight for every scrap when I was a kid. I even made my own baseball glove out of cardboard,” he says. “But I eventually made something of myself and, as you can see, turned that success into an even bigger success.”
I smile. It’s probably the first time I have done so all night.
“I tried to raise my kids well,” he continues. “I wanted to show them the value of hard work and being honest with folks. But it’s tough to do with people who have been rich their whole lives. They don’t understand like we do. Now, does Brent act that way? Can he be an uppity whippersnapper who needs to learn about what is actually good in life?”
“He does… sometimes,” I admit. “He can be a real snob.”
“Well dear, if you are going to be his wife you need to call him out on it,” he says. “That’s what a good girl does. You want to be one, right?”
“Yes, I do,” I confirm.
“I’ve done all I can to help him,” he says. “It’s up to you now to make sure he becomes the man I know he could always be. An even better man than me.”
Grandpa Morgan starts to cough again. I rub his back to help him calm down. And I think about what he said and how I must now figure out ways to help Brent change for the better, because I do believe he can be a better man. I just know it.
Chapter Fourteen
Brent
Lindsay rushed out of the dining room in a hurry. Looking around the table at everyone laughing I can clearly see why. I have to admit I didn’t help the situation by snickering, but her face was the darkest red I had ever seen. Why did I do that? I thought I was over laughing at her. I have to make things right and apologize.
“Excuse me,” I say while getting up.
No one notices or cares when I leave. They are too busy making more jokes at Lindsay’s expense. Words such as “hillbilly” and “redneck” are being thrown around. It’s an ugly scene.
I go out into the foyer and check the main guest bathroom. She’s not in there. I look in the other bathrooms on the first floor and still no sign of her. I then make my way up the two staircases to the third floor. I look in the bedroom where we’ll be staying and still no sign of her. Maybe she’s with Grandpa.
Sure enough, when I approach his room, I hear the two of them in there talking. I stand just out of their view and look in, watching the scene before me.
Lindsay is so caring and considerate. Grandpa appears to be quite happy interacting with her. They are talking about both of their upbringings. How they have struggled. Now they are discussing me! I get a little deflated to find out Lindsay still thinks I am a bit snobbish. I really shouldn’t have laughed at her at dinner.
Grandpa starts coughing and Lindsay immediately rubs his back to help make him feel better. I take this as my cue to enter the room.
“Grandpa, are you okay?” I say.
Lindsay looks over at me and her eyes lock on mine. She is still clearly very upset with me.
“Brent, please come in,” Grandpa says while catching his breath. “I’ll be alright. Your lovely fiancée has been taking good care of me. She’s a keeper, you know that?”
“I am learning that more and more each day,” I say.
I pour a glass of water from the pitcher nearby and walk it over to him.
Grandpa takes the cup. “If I have any more water, I’m going to float out of the room,” he says with a laugh.
“A
re you going to be okay, Grandpa Morgan?” Lindsay asks as she tries to help him arrange his pillows.
“Yes, thank you,” he answers. “Now please, you two go. Enjoy your evening. I’ll be fine. I just need some sleep now.”
I wish there was more that I could do. I feel helpless seeing my grandfather this way. This is the same man who I played catch with out in the field. I saw him more than my own father sometimes while I was growing up. Now he needs rest just to get through the day. Poor Grandpa.
“We’ll leave you be,” I say with a nod.
Lindsay and I quietly exit. I wait until we’re out in the hallway away from Grandpa’s earshot before I start talking. I know it is going to be an uphill battle, but I have to make things right with her.
“I’m so sorry about what happened downstairs,” I say. “I got caught up in the laughter. And you know how I react when your face starts to go red. It just looks so funny. It shouldn’t have that effect on me, but it does. I was an absolute idiot. Can you please forgive me?”
“You really left me hanging out to dry! I felt like such a fool,” she says while pointing her finger at me. “You’re supposed to be act…You’re supposed to be my fiancé! You’re supposed to be there for me!”
She almost blurted out the word “acting”. We can’t tip anyone off to our secret. What if Grandpa had heard that? All these emotions need to be dealt with and fast. But before I can respond Lindsay takes off down the corridor running at full speed.
I chase after her, but it doesn’t appear like she knows where she is going. She’s just overwhelmed with emotion and trying to get away from me... from everything.
She turns a corner and bursts through two double doors. I race to stop her from locking me out. She tries to shut the doors in my face, but I manage to stick my foot out to stop them. Lindsay backs up onto a balcony overlooking the ocean in the distance. I slowly step forward and lightly close the doors behind me.
It is rather chilly outside, but she is not going anywhere at the moment. This is where she stands her ground. Such a ball of fire for a little thing. But her shoulders are shaking, and I can see tears rolling down her face.
“Just leave me alone!” she yells at me.
“Lindsay, I truly am sorry,” I say pleadingly. “I made a mistake. Come back inside. It’s freezing out here.”
The moon is up and perched over us. It highlights the fresh snowfall.
“I would rather die than come back inside,” she says definitely. Her hands are balled into fists at her sides.
“Well, that could happen rather quickly out here without a coat. You don’t want frostbite, do you?” I say trying to lighten the mood.
I step forward, unsure of what to do. I don’t like seeing her upset, and I certainly don’t want her to be cold out here. So, I try to wrap my arms around her, but she pushes me away.
“Get off of me!” she screams.
“Lindsay, this is a big house, but someone will hear you,” I warn her.
“I don’t care about your big fancy mansion and your mean family,” she says. “I just want to go home.”
“Lindsay, it’s cold outside and it’s nighttime, just please come back inside and we’ll sort this out.”
“Why did you ask me to do this if you think I’m so ugly?” she asks.
I’m startled by the question. “I don’t think you’re ugly,” I state plainly. “I think you’re absolutely beautiful. You just do funny things sometimes. And when your face gets red… well, it makes me laugh. I hope it always does. It’s not a bad thing. In fact, it’s one of the things I like about you most.”
Her face twists slightly as she thinks about what I said.
“You like me?” she echoes my words. A slight smile plays on her lips.
I put my arm around her and pull her in close. I wipe the tears from her face and kiss her on the forehead.
“I do like you,” I admit.
With the moon, the ocean, and the snow, everything seems so crisp and clean out here. I am glad that Lindsay and I are finally clearing the air. I think about how kind she is with my grandfather. I really like that about her. How she can be so selfless. She really is wonderful, and I need to treat her better.
I lean down and kiss her. She is shivering. I hold her tight to warm her up and kiss her more. Things start to heat up in a different way. She kisses me back now, relenting, accepting that things will be okay between us, at least for tonight. Our making out becomes more passionate and intense.
“It’s cold out here,” I say, pulling back for just a moment. “Let’s go back to our room.”
She nods in agreement. I take her by the hand and lead her back inside. I close the double doors behind us and then guide her to our room.
Inside there is a king bed with a solid oak headboard. I turn all the lights off and open the curtains to let the full glow of the moon in. The reflection off of the snow amplifies the brightness. We are bathed in it and it creates a romantic setting for us to connect in.
I pull the straps of her dress and slide them down along her shoulder. Goosebumps rise on her skin. She quivers for a moment and as her dress falls to the floor. Her bra and panties are pink and lacey. She is so feminine. So pretty.
The last time we fucked I kept my clothes on and left her naked at the start. She seemed to like the control I was showing. She enjoyed being guided by me. I will get in the buff straight away this time and let her leave her undergarments on. I like to keep her guessing.
I point down at the buttons on my shirt. She nods and starts with the top one and works down. Her fingers are so delicate and little. She struggles a bit due to her long nails. She’s also probably never unbuttoned a shirt this way. Everything is new to her, so I have to show her and teach her.
I take her hands and show her how to unbutton my shirt. Once she gets the hang of it, I kiss her on the forehead. A little reward, a little reinforcement. Once she has completed her task, she lifts my shirt up and I wiggle my arms out of the sleeves. It falls to the floor and I point for her to pick it up and put it on the chair. She then comes back to me and I signal for her to look down at my crotch area.
I place her tiny hand on my belt and direct her to unbuckle it and take it off. She has a little trouble with it, so I help her by moving her fingers to the correct spot to loosen the peg and slide the leather out. After that is done, she unbuttons and then unzips my pants. They too fall to the floor, and I direct her again to pick them up and place them on the chair.
I motion for her to come back to me. Once she is within range, I pull her in, place the palm of my hand on the back of her head, and lean forward to kiss her. I hold her to keep her pressed against me, feeling her soft breasts and curves against me. Then I kiss her with more passion.
I suddenly rip off her bra and panties and start sucking on her nipples. It’s then that she breaks her silence and starts to moan. She had been trying so hard to not even let out a whimper. But now she is unbridled.
Lindsay gets down on her knees and starts sucking my cock. Fondling my balls with those little fingers that so gingerly attempted to take my shirt off just a few moments ago. She is free now. Free to be herself, unchecked. And she shows her true nature by servicing my dick.
We move to the bed and roll around in it, kissing like crazy. I squeeze her tits and ass, pressing my body against hers. My cock, still hard, wants to be inside her.
I reach into the drawer and pull out a condom. I show her that I want her to put it on my shaft by only using her mouth. She is clumsy at first, but she quickly adapts, learns, and accomplishes her task.
I place her on her stomach and slide my cock into her. Not slowly, like last time, but in one motion. She gasps and wiggles a bit, then relaxes and accepts it. I lay down on her back, careful not to crush her, but enough for her to feel my weight.
I begin grinding. I put my hands on her hands. She grabs them and holds on while I pound her pussy. I kiss her neck and nibble on her ears. My dick throbs inside of her. I
know she feels it with each thrust.
She really is a good girl.
I turn her around onto her back and kiss her again. Then I pull her forward. Spreading her legs, I place them up over my shoulders, and enter her while facing her. I want her to see me on top, in control.
I lift her ass up slightly to get a better angle and really start fucking her harder. I’m kind of surprised at how well she is adapting to the position changes. I grab her ankles and spread her legs wider, allowing me to thrust as deep as possible.
She puts her hand on her clit and starts masturbating. Lindsay must be loving this, enjoying every inch as it penetrates her. I can see she is getting wet. She must be close to coming. I feel I am getting close too.
I pull out, rip off the condom and place my cock into her mouth.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “I want you to cum for me. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”
With my dick in her mouth all she can do is mumble and nod “yes”. I look back and see she is rubbing her pussy, bringing it close to climax. I then turn back to her and hold her head and fuck her face.
“When I pull out of your mouth, I’m going to cum all over your beautiful tits,” I tell her. “At that moment I want you to cum.”
She nods again and sucks me even harder. I am almost there and feel my balls tighten. All that tension from the day will be released. I pull my cock out and start stroking. She closes her eyes to concentrate.
“Cum for me,” I demand.
Just then I start squirting my cum all over her tits. She then moans and starts writhing in orgasmic ecstasy.
“I’m cumming!” she cries out.
After I’m done, I collapse on the bed next to her and then we both laugh a bit.
“You’re going to have to wash these sheets if we’re going to sleep her tonight,” she says.
“Lindsay, there’s like twenty bedrooms in this house,” I remind her. “We’ll just choose another one and worry about this later.”
We kiss and go into the bathroom to take a shower together.