“You just took after our mother,” he tried.
“Stop lying to me, I’m not three nor am I stupid. I know we do not have the same parents.”
“You need to talk to Father about this.”
“I’m never going to get to kiss a boy, Julius. How am I ever going to get a boyfriend when I am homeschooled and never allowed out of this house?”
Julius blew out a puff of air. “You’re not going to get a boyfriend, and if I ever see a boy kiss you, I will chop him up into tiny little pieces.” That was true. The poor girl didn’t have a chance in hell to ever have a boyfriend. Between her father and Julius, she could go through many dead boyfriends.
“Then you need to kiss me. I just want to see what it’s like. You don’t have to stick your tongue in my mouth or anything,” she explained.
Julius laughed a nervous laugh. This wasn’t right. He couldn’t kiss Aquilla. It was unthinkable. He looked at her carefully.
“Please, Julius,” she begged.
He had kissed her lips a hundred times. She was just a toddler, this was different. She wasn’t three anymore. He looked at her lips, back to her eyes, back to her lips, and then back to her eyes. Fuck. What the hell was he doing? He moved his face to hers and softly kissed her lips. He quickly backed away when she opened her mouth and brushed his tongue with hers.
“What the hell, Quill? You said no tongue,” he asked, freaking out.
“I just wanted to see what it was like.”
“Do your homework,” he demanded.
That never happened again. She left him feeling very uncomfortable. The spasm that he had felt in his cock, when her tongue touched his, left him feeling even more uncomfortable. He avoided future talks about kissing boys or anything else about boys like a pandemic.
Julius stayed away from her as much as possible. He still helped with her homework, but insisted on doing it at the dining room table. He spent more and more time in the location of the house that Aquilla wasn’t allowed to be in. He had to. It helped with his forbidden wandering eyes. By the time she was 14, she had blossomed into a curvy C cup. He really had to fight to keep his eyes level with hers, especially by the pool. He stopped going there with her too. It was better for him to take his frustrations out on a new trainee. By that time he was 21, he was an expert at his job. He needed his job to keep his illicit thoughts away.
Julius had just gotten in bed late one night when his father called from out of town. That was his next frustrating as hell contact with Aquilla. He woke her from a dead sleep, telling her to pack. They had to go. He helped her pack only what was really important while she cried. She didn’t want to move again. She liked the beach, her room, her pool, and she had just gotten a new comforter set that she only got to sleep under twice.
“We’ll get you another one just like it, Quill,” Julius promised. “And we will live some place by the beach.”
“I am tired of fucking doing this,” she screamed with tears streaming down her face.
He didn’t reprimand her about her language. “Quill, it can’t be helped, we have to go.”
Julius stayed held up in a ratty hotel with her for almost a month, waiting for orders from his father. It was pure hell, and he didn’t even have the girls to relieve his hindrances. They slept in the same lumpy queen sized bed, played numerous card games, mostly ones that they made up out of boredom, watched the only three Mexican channels that they had, and ate from the rundown little diner attached to the hotel.
“Julius, this is it. I have no more clean clothes,” Aquilla whined, taking her only clean outfit from her packed suitcase. Of course it had to be short shorts and a skimpy tank-top. “And I have to go panty-less now,” she assured him, searching for a clean pair of underwear, which weren’t there.
Fuck! That was just the image he needed implanted in his already fucked up head. “I will ask Father if it’s okay to find a laundromat tomorrow.”
“How much longer do we have to stay here?” She was sick of staring at the same four walls, sick of looking at Julius, sick of eating the same food every single day, sick of the tiny bathroom with the warped door that wouldn’t even close all the way, and sick of the shower with hardly any hot water.
“I don’t know, Quill. Father is working on it.”
She groaned and went to take a piss warm shower.
Julius was leaning against the headboard when she came out half naked. Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. Shit. He couldn’t keep his eyes from scanning her perfect body.
“Here,” she said, handing him her brush and plopping between his legs.
He looked at her cautiously sitting in front of him. He hadn’t brushed out her hair in years. He ran the brush down her hair, letting his eyes wander to her bare shoulders. He loved her hair. He always had. Most of the girls on that side of the continent had dark hair. Aquilla’s was as blonde as blonde could be. It did get a little darker as she got older, but not much. The tropical sun kept it light. It was long, half way down her back.
“Julius, will you please tell me what is going on? I know something is going on. Is it because of a drug run that has gone wrong?” she asked.
“Why would you think that?” he asked, brushing long strokes down her hair.
“I’m not ten, Julius. I do live in the same house, I hear things.”
“Well, you just don’t worry about that. Everything will be fine, and you’ll be living in a lovely new house before you know it.”
“I liked my old house.”
“You’ll like this one even better,” he promised.
Aquilla fell asleep early. She had a headache and they didn’t have anything for it. Julius showered and laid down beside her just after eleven. She squirmed and kicked the covers from her half naked body. Julius stared at her, watching her perfect body every time the neon light blinked through the crack in the curtain. He had the strongest desire he had ever had in his life to touch her.
Julius let his imagination run wild. He could feel the soft skin on the back of her leg as his fingers ran up it. Fuck, what the hell was he thinking? He knew what the hell he was thinking, his erect cock proved it. He needed to fuck in a BAD way.
He got up and walked into the bathroom. He had to relieve himself, in order to stop the image of Aquilla running through his mind. He had to stop the thoughts about what he was doing to her. What the fuck? He closed the door and took his hard rod in his hand. He tried like hell to think about the last girl that he had been with as he pumped his cock in his hand. Fuck, it wasn’t working. Aquilla’s naked body beneath his was the only image that made him want to cum.
Aquilla pulled the covers back up when she felt chilled. She sleepily opened her eyes to see the empty side of the bed. She rose up and dropped her head back to the pillow, realizing he was there when she saw the dim light, seeping through the crack of the bathroom door. She rose up again when she thought she heard him moan. Was he hurt? Was he sick? Was she hearing things? She quietly moved off the bed to peek through the crack of the warped door. She sucked in a breath when she saw him leaning against the wall, stroking his rock hard cock.
Holy fucking Pacific Ocean, she couldn’t move. She was frozen and her pussy had just done something unfamiliar. She should move away. She shouldn’t be watching him. She couldn’t, she was too engrossed in what he was doing. She crossed her legs, needing contact herself. What the hell was going on? She felt like she started her period. She knew she hadn’t, it wasn’t time for that. She was wet.
Aquilla’s eyes widened even more, if that were even possible. Julius thrust himself, frantically in his hand, moaned quietly, and relieved himself into the palm of his hand. Aquilla ran back to bed, feeling confused, frustrated herself, and… and…she wasn’t sure what. She felt him move in beside of her a few minutes later. He leaned over, kissed her hair, and lay down. She couldn’t go back to sleep. She wanted to touch herself. What the hell was happening to her body?