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My hand wandered down and gave first few light strokes as my long shaft grew, stifling my moans, recalling every inch of her features, her body, her voice. I pretended my hand was hers, shifting its motion on my hardened dick.
I stroke my hardened penis as my head replayed its mantra, spiraling down to the drain and surged into my bulging cock, squeezing in, my head threw back, locks moistened from a running shower, as my mouth gaped but not a single vowel released, only an escaped breath. A sound of hymn rushed in, as I trembled, my motions became desperate, remembering those haunting green eyes and her crucifix glinted back at me, bewitched me through a cloudy mist.
I could hear her voice—her saintly voice—somewhere in the distance, echoing in my ears. Then I heard her voices, her squeals, her heavenly sighs and her grip tightened on me, picturing what the sound was like, but oh, it felt so real and raw, something I can never let go of. Not even the touch that I implanted in my head.
Oh, my darling angel. Where have you’ve been all of my life?
Oh, my darling angel—a sweet one!
My angel!
My heavenly angel!
My angel in the attic.
Uncontrollable hot cum imploded, and the white drops smothered on the glass shower door.
16
Eva
It took a while for me to be familiarized with a new territory I stepped myself in. I knew the Rivers’ estate like the back of my hand. The chores had gotten easier, the simple tasks Mrs. Rivers ordered I overcome, just as anyone could predict. She desperately wished for her place to be spotless, not that I doubted her requirements. Who in the world would ever hate messy and cluttered with sticky grimes and infested bugs, hoarded junk after junk. I was glad Mrs. Rivers offered me to stay in a cramped room for a while in order for me to keep the job.
“If you want to stay and earn for a living,keep this room clean and stay out of trouble,” she reminded me in a flat tone, as her first and last warning.
Then handing me bathroom supplies for self-cleaning, to be embarrassed I hadn’t know how the usage goes, not wanting to admit. Otherwise, she’ll taunt me on the spot.
Despite how the manor was at its clean state, Mrs. Rivers might throw herself at the window from any slight inconvenience. Despite my attendance is perfectly immaculate and punctate, other members of the Rivers family couldn’t share the same sentiment.
Mr. Rivers was entirely occupied without ever so darting at my direction, Bjorn wasn’t present; he attended the meetings on his technological devices on his thin-framed laptop, according to what Mrs. Rivers’ words. As for Adrian, the younger son of Mr. Rivers had an eyeful on me, staying in the household.
Not knowing what his deal was, I resumed, not minding him and his bizarre ways of passing his free time. Whenever I’m in the kitchen, wiping the stains or dampening the wash cloth, Adrian would stumble upon the kitchen and lingered at the open fridge more, and the fridge would altered him to close the fridge door to not let the food inside go to waste. Whenever I’m dusting and fluffing the decorative pillows on a couch, Adrian would sat by and had his coffee sip between his gaping eyes, watching how I prepped the ornamented pillows.
Sometimes when I plan on cleaning his room, he didn’t mind as long as I don’t block his way from playing his devices, eyeing on the TV screen.
At night, when I was done, I watched movies with him again. Then I play a little bit of his video game device and gave it a shot. I was lost with the controls, but he taught me how.
By the time the nightfall came, we went downstairs, cleaning the dishes, but Adrian insisted to do the work for me. The longer I stayed, the longer he made himself comfortable around me.
Adrian was beginning to call me by my first name, without anyone else witnessing the interaction, of course. He introduced me to movies and shows and play video games with him.
“Since you stayed here for a while, I wanted to say ‘thank you’, for cleaning the house up.”
I acknowledged his words. “No problem.”
“I’ve been thinking. Since you’re here, I’m going to invite you to the upcoming party this week.”
“Party?” I repeated.
“Yes. It’ll fun. There will be drinks and music, something you might want to see and experience for once.”
I hesitated. What if Father Divine finds out? What if someone I knew finds out about how I’m attending tosomewhere place that is foreign, something I’ve never done? The Divine family will be furious with me. Sister Joanne might burn me, and Father Divine might drown me, while Sister Jane was cackling on the sidelines, watching my misery go on. As for God, He was watching over me.
“I’m not sure, Adrian,” I called him, heart strings tugged as I uttered his name.
While he’s relieved or flighty when I called him by his first name, his brows furrowed. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
My back hunched, clutching the crucifix pendant. “I don’t know if it’s…a right time for me.”
