Plausibility

Chapter 1

Aquilla always knew she didn’t belong to the Chavez family. Anyone that looked at her could tell that she wasn’t a descendent of Romano Chavez. Romano, along with her brother, Julius, were both dark skinned with coal black hair. Aquilla was light skinned with glossy blonde hair. Her eyes were a sparkling blue, where Romano and Julius’s were dark. Romano and Julius were built with broad shoulders, strong lean arms, and legs with muscular builds. She was tiny and dainty with thin features. She never questioned her heritage, not until she was older anyways. A child believes what they are told, and up until a few years ago, she did the same.

Why would she question her father’s word? He was her father. Julius was her brother. She had no reason to believe otherwise. She never really cared. She couldn’t have asked for a more loving father. She was the spirit in her father’s soul. He worshiped the ground she walked on, and would have done anything in the world for her. It really didn’t matter where she came from. The handful of times that she had asked, her father de-railed the conversation. The only explanation that she had ever gotten was that her mother was an American and had been killed in an automobile accident. That would be the degree of the discussion.

It wasn’t really important to her. She knew that Romano wasn’t her actual father. She didn’t care. He obviously took her in when her own father didn’t want her. Her brother was generally the best big brother anyone could ask for. There were also plenty of times that she thought he was a pain in her ass. No, he was definitely a pain in her ass, but when push came to shove, she knew he would always be there for her.

Even when she was a little girl, Julius was an awesome big brother. They had a seven year age difference, so he was always protective of her. There were many nights when their father was away on business that she would wake crying. Julius would be the one she wanted, not their caretaker. He would be the one to rub her back and hum her back to sleep.

For some reason, Aquilla was always a scared little girl, mostly at night. If Romano were home, he would be the one to go to her. He usually carried her back to bed with him or there were times she would cry for Julius, and Romano would take her to him. Julius would raise the covers and wrap her little body in his arms. She would be securely asleep in seconds.

Other than one childhood friend that belonged to one of the servants, Aquilla never had friends growing up. Julius was the lucky one to help get those damned, too tight leggings up Barbie’s legs and over her hips. He pretended to eat the play dough cookies and built tents and forts out of the couch cushions and blankets. He even dressed in a tuxedo once and married her when she was seven.

It seemed like every time she would get settled and start sleeping through the night, Romano would move them again, disrupting her routine. A new bedroom always meant late nights for Julius. He probably slept in her bed more than his during those years.

She always wanted Julius. If her shoe was untied, Julius had to tie it. If a servant brought her a plate that needed to be cut up, Julius had to cut it. If it was bath time, Julius had to bathe her, and then be the one to read her a bedtime story. He did it better. He made the characters come alive, unlike her caretaker, who just wanted her to go to sleep. When she knew he was nearing the end of the book and her anxieties about the dark night would manifest, she always looked up to him and requested the same thing, “Don’t leave me okay, Julius?” He never left. He would stay until she was asleep, kiss her hair and promise to stay. He cared about her. He wanted her to be happy.

Julius fired his first employee when he was twelve. Aquilla was only five. It was her new caretaker right after an impulsive, speedy move. He had heard her crying from her room and burst in. He always followed her cries. He was usually the only one that could calm a tantrum, fix a boo boo, or get rid of the monster in her closet. Aquilla had been sitting at her vanity. Her caretaker was trying to brush her wet hair from behind. She was being rough with her, yanking her head back every time the brush stroked down her blonde little curls. The lady grabbed her shoulders and shook her, yelling for her to be still in a loud whisper, through gritted teeth.

That was the first time in Julius’s life that he felt wrath. The rage that flooded his soul, because someone was being mean to his Quill was unbearable. He wanted to rip her head off.

“Get out!” he screamed, with bulging veins in his neck, demanding her to pack her shit and get out of their house.

She refused the orders from the 12 year old boy. Luckily, Romano had been home and came to see what the commotion was all about. That was Julius’s first taste of power. When he explained to his father what he had witnessed, Romano looked at the lady, told her she needed to listen to his son, and turned on his heels, dismissing the caretaker from her duties.

“She hurt me,” Aquilla had said with tears in her big blue eyes. It broke his heart. He would kill anyone for hurting her. He picked up the brush and carefully brushed out her hair. No one could come close to her head with a brush after that, except Julius, of course.

The first time that Julius wasn’t there for her was when she was nine. Julius was sixteen and was accompanying his father on a three day trip. He was excited to be doing business with his father, but was afraid that Aquilla would need him. She still woke up during the night sometimes, and would crawl in bed with him. Half the time, he never knew she was there until he woke the next morning.

It broke his heart when she cried. She didn’t want him to leave. She had wanted to go, too. You would have thought it was Christmas. He went out and bought her more toys than she could play with in a whole year. He wanted to keep her busy until he got back. She played with one. He bought her a beautiful, very expensive doll with long blonde braids like Aquilla’s. She was dressed in an elegant, long Victorian gown and wore a bonnet. He explained to her that she was a bad dream baby, and that she wouldn’t let her be scared while he was gone. It had worked. She carried that doll around for two years, and it still lay on her bed and sits in a chair at night, watching her sleep and catching her nightmares.

When Aquilla was almost ten, she sat on his bed and watched him primp in his mirror, getting ready for his first date. She sat cross legged on his bed, holding the doll, and watched him fuss with his hair.

“There, how do I look?” he asked, after adding the finishing touch of a diamond stud in his right ear.

“You look ugly,” she teased.

He tackled her to the mattress and tickled her until she couldn’t breathe.

“You’re pretty!” she screamed.

“Say I’m handsome,” he demanded, attacking her again.

“You’re pretty!” she screamed again.

“You’re a brat,” he countered, smacking her on the butt as his father came in.

“What are you two yelling about in here?” Romano asked, sitting beside of Aquilla. She scooted into his arms and he wrapped her up, kissing her head.

“Julius is going to kiss a girl,” she teased.

He turned from the mirror and pointed a straight finger at her. “You’re asking for it, little girl.” She giggled. He loved to hear her laugh. He could be pissed off at the world and her laughter would make him smile, every time. He would probably never love a girl as much as he loved that little shit.

“Make sure you wrap it up,” Romano demanded.

“Wrap what up?” nosey little Aquilla wanted to know.

“Wrap you up,” Romano lied. He shouldn’t have said that in front of her. He wasn’t ready to explain that one just yet.

“Wrap what up, Julius?” she asked, turning to her brother. She wanted a straight answer. Did he buy her a present? What had he bought her?

“A necklace,” he too lied, giving his father a dirty look. He wasn’t going there yet either. He was never going there. His father could have that job.

“Come on, you have a piano lesson,” Romano coaxed her off the bed.

“I don’t like the piano,” she complained, walking in front of him.

“What do you like?” her father asked.

“I want to play the flute,” she decided.

Julius laughed. If Aquilla wanted to play the flute, she would be playing the flute. She hadn’t wanted to play the violin; she wanted to play the piano. Romano bought her a piano. The girl probably had every instrument known to man, aside from a drum set. YET.

Julius didn’t have to wrap anything up. He didn’t even want to kiss the girl. She was a snobby rich bitch. He didn’t get two words in during their romantic dinner. It was all me, me, me. He cut the date short and was back home by eight.

He stood in the door of the living room, watching Aquilla talk to herself and move from one side of the Monopoly game, when it was her turn, to the other side, when it was Julius’s turn. Her imaginary Julius landed on a Railroad.

“Oh, no, Julius, you just move on to the next one. I have to buy the Railroads,” she demanded, talking to herself as he watched with a smile.

“You always get the Railroads,” he accused.

“Julius!” she exclaimed, seeing him. “Do you want to play with me?”

“I would love to play with you,” he assured her, taking his place in his designer dress clothes. He did want to play with her. He would much rather be there, playing board games with Aquilla, than with that snobby bitch that he didn’t even care to remember her name.

“Did you kiss her?” Aquilla asked, rolling the dice.

“Yuck, that’s gross,” he teased. She laughed.

Romano started to wonder if he had a problem a couple of months later, on Aquilla’s birthday. Julius bought her a Barbie mansion. She was so excited sitting on her bed, waiting for him to set it up. He cussed under his breath a million times trying to put the damn thing together.

“Julius, I’m going to be 11 before I even get to play with it,” she whined, tolerantly waiting with four new Barbie’s, also patiently waiting to move in, “note the sarcasm,” she added.

He laughed. God, he loved that kid.

She was passed out cold across her bed by the time he was finished.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Romano asked, coming to her room around ten. He moved the new Barbie’s from the bed and pulled down Aquilla’s covers.

“Trying to put this stupid mother fucker together,” Julius replied, cleaning up the mess. He looked down at the one pink plastic piece that he still hadn’t figured out where the hell it needed to go.

“I heard that, Julius,” Aquilla, sleepily said, crawling into her bed. He smiled.

Romano covered her and kissed her on the head.

“Let’s talk, Son,” Romano coaxed, nodding toward the door.

Julius followed him into his office and plopped to the chair in front of his father’s massive desk. “What? I’m tired; I want to go to bed.”

“I don’t think it’s healthy for you to spend as much time with Quill as you do,” he began.

Julius snorted. “Okay, where would you rather I spend my time?”

“I don’t know, maybe with girls your own age. You should be dating.”

“Why would I want to date? I get more pussy than any 17 year old boy. I’m sure of that,” he added. “Why would I want to deal with some whiny ass bitch? I would much rather hang out with Quill,” he assured his father.

“She depends on you, too much. I don’t think it’s healthy for either one of you.”

“Father, she has no one to play with. She can’t go to a normal school and make friends. You can’t just throw an instrument and an instructor at her when you think she is bored. I feel bad for her being alone all the time.”

Romano smiled. “I get it, go to bed,” Romano said, dismissing him. He too felt bad about that, but it had to be that way. They didn’t live the kind of life that would allow her to be normal. Aquilla was always in danger. Romano would never take the chance of putting her in harm’s way because of the enemies he had collected throughout the years.

Julius decided that she couldn’t come into his bed anymore when she was around 12. She had come in sometime during the night while he was asleep. He stared at her sleeping form, sprawled out on his bed, with her hands over her head the next morning. She was wearing mint green pajama pants with a matching thin tank-top. She was growing breasts. He could see them poking out of the shirt. It didn’t look good for her to sleep in his bed anymore.

She didn’t understand why he had sent her back to her own bed a couple of nights later. She felt better in bed with him. She didn’t wake up scared in his bed. Julius had his father talk to her about it. He didn’t know how to explain it. He was only 19. He didn’t know how to tell a girl that it wasn’t proper to be in her brother’s bed at her age. She pouted for a couple of days, but forgave him when she needed help with her homework. That was the first night she had asked him about his “job.”

He was explaining predicate nouns to her in her room, siting at her desk. He looked down at her when she didn’t respond to his explanation. She was staring up at him with her beautiful sparkling blue eyes. She was turning into such a pretty girl.

“What, Quill?” he asked, quietly.

“What do you do in the north wing? Why can’t I go there?” she wanted to know.

He turned his eyes shamelessly back to the English book. “I work there, Quill. It’s not a place for little girls,” he assured her.

“I’m hardly a little girl anymore. I’m old enough to see. Do you work with girls?”

His eyes quickly reverted back to hers. “Why would you ask that?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I see girls come there sometimes late at night, and then they leave with other men after about a week. They always come for them late at night. Why, Julius?”

“I have to teach them and then they leave. Do your homework,” he tried, turning back to the book.

“What do you teach them?”

“How to be a lady, now do your homework.”

“Do you kiss them?”

“No, now stop asking questions and get your lessons done.” He didn’t like talking about this with Aquilla. She could never understand and he could never explain it so that she would.

“Will you kiss me, Julius?”

He choked on his own saliva. “No, I won’t kiss you. You’re my sister. That’s kind of gross.”

“But I’m not really your sister.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Aquilla tilted her head. “Really, Julius?” She moved her arm next to his. It was like black and white. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew he wasn’t her brother as much as she knew Romano wasn’t her father. She was unquestionably a white girl. Julius’s mother was Asian and his father was Hispanic. Julius had dark eyes and even had a little bit of a slant in the corners. Aquilla had bright blue eyes, unlike her father and Julius.

“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?

She did touch herself as soon as he fell asleep. She had to. She couldn’t get the image of Julius’s lean body propped against the bathroom wall, jacking off out of her head. She stayed turned away from him, lying on her stomach and ran her fingers between her legs. She even pulled her hand out once to look at her fingers through the blinking light. It wasn’t blood. She was just wet. She was drenched. Her clitoris throbbed, and something unversed was building.

Julius looked over when her breathing became erratic. He saw her hips moving and could tell where her hand was. His cock instantly reacted. She was fucking masturbating. Fuck. He couldn’t take his eyes from her any more than she could take hers from him. Shit. He wanted to reach over and make her cum. He turned his eyes away. He couldn’t watch this, this was wrong. That lasted about two seconds. He heard a small whimper as her hips thrust inward and steadied on her fingers. She just fucking had an orgasm laying inches from him. What the fuck?

The following morning was awkward for them both. They avoided eye contact at all costs. Aquilla read a lot, even though she had just finished the book the day before. She started it over. Maybe she would catch something she hadn’t before. She needed to occupy her mind as did Julius. He messed around on his laptop, and although they both tried like hell, their eyes did meet on several occasions.

“What are you typing?” she asked when he was still pecking away at the keys as she crawled into bed after her not so hot shower.

“Nothing, I’m done,” he said, closing the laptop.

“You’ve been typing nothing for hours?”

“It’s just kind of like a journal, I guess. I haven’t written in it for a while.”

She giggled. “Julius Chavez keeps a diary?”

He snickered too. “If you breathe one word of that to anyone, I will have to cut your tongue off or something,” he threatened.

Julius had to relieve himself again that night when he woke up to his right hand on her breast. He pretended to stay asleep, loving the feel of her perky young breast beneath his hand. He abruptly moved it when his thumb brushed her erect nipple on its own accord.

Aquilla too pretended to stay asleep as she shamelessly enjoyed the feel of his hand on her body. She didn’t want him to move it. She wanted more, and yet, she didn’t. What the hell was happening between them? Something was going on. She knew it. She felt it. He knew it. He felt it.

Julius was never so happy to get that call. He was to take Aquilla to Jamelia Lei, a small island just north of Anguilla. Their father had acquired a new home, and they could finally get out of the claustrophobic hotel. Romano talked to Aquilla, telling her how much she was going to love her new house, and although it wasn’t right on the beach like the last one, it was fairly close. Aquilla didn’t care anymore. She needed to get out of there and away from her BROTHER.

Aquilla had learned something new about her body, and it was killing Julius. He had to watch her please herself quietly during the night five more times before they got out of there. Of course, he had to relieve himself from the horrific events…every fucking time.

Aquilla never saw him again. He had fixed the bathroom door when he watched through the crack one night after her shower. She was rubbing herself and just had to go and prop her foot on the toilet seat and slide her fingers inside her pussy as she came. He wasn’t about to have to be tortured with that again.

Aquilla did like the new house. However, she wasn’t happy about her new caretaker, Hila. She was 14. She didn’t need someone trailing after her all the time. Hila would sleep right across the hall from her. Julius would sleep right next door.

"I thought you might want this," Julius said, handing her the doll that he had bought for her when she was a little girl.

"I thought I forgot it," she exclaimed, taking the doll.

"Ah, I see you have the same ugly painting as me," he recognized, looking at the identical ocean painting that hung over both their beds.

"I love that painting," she said, turning to the portrait with the water lapping out over a white sandy beach, framed in thick dark wood.

"I don’t, mine is coming down immediately," he assured her. It didn’t come down, and he suddenly really hated it when he tried to take it off the wall, discovering something bad, really bad. It was sure to get him into trouble. He tried to remove the ocean scene from the wall over his bed. It wasn’t hung on the wall. It was irremovable. It was set like a window and attached to the painting over Aquilla’s bed. When he slid the little lever on the frame, the waves opened up like venetian blinds. He could see her putting her clothes away. He left the tiny vent open and went to Aquilla’s room to ask a dumb question. You couldn’t tell her waves had been opened at all. Fuck, this wasn’t good. This was bad, this was real fucking bad.

Aquilla ran to her father when he arrived later that night. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed him. He had never been gone that long before. He, of course, embraced her, closing his eyes and relishing his baby girl. He had missed her, too.

"Do you like your room?" he asked, kissing her head.

"Yes, but I don’t like Hila. I don’t need her, father," she complained.

"Yes you do. Julius and I are going to be busy for awhile. She’s nice, give her a chance."

Aquilla normally would have argued, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to upset him. She had missed him and was glad to be out of that hotel with Julius and into the ten thousand square foot home. She needed the space.

Romano shook Julius’s hand next, happy to see his son as well, and thanking him for taking such great care of Aquilla, not that he expected anything less. He knew she was in good hands with him.

"Please tell me you have a shipment coming," Julius begged.

Aquilla questionably looked at them both, when Romano laughed.

"A little frustrated?" he asked.

"That’s an understatement," he assured him.

"Two weeks," he replied. "Come on, let’s eat," he added, leading his children to the massive dining room.

Aquilla was pissed. She had just gotten there, and Hila was waking her early the next morning for breakfast. Her new teacher would be there right after. Her father wanted her to get right back to her studies; she had a lot of catching up to do. She didn’t like the new teacher either. She did, however, like her new music teacher. He taught her how to play the flute like a professional composer. She could play the most dramatic composition. She loved playing the flute more than anything she had ever tried.

Julius was extremely happy when the four new girls finally arrived two weeks later. He was fucking every last one of them and the new guy, Latium, was just going to have to wait. He would train all four of them. He didn’t need any help. He had over a month’s worth of stress to relieve. He did too. He spent the entire five days that they were there in the north wing, avoiding Aquilla at all costs. He didn’t see her the entire week, except for the times that he couldn’t help but watch her through the slits of the ocean scene over his bed.

He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stop. He knew when she would be exiting her bathroom after her shower every night. He also knew her body probably better than she did. He watched it blossom every night. He had even begged his father to move to a downstairs bedroom where he slept. He didn’t have a good reason. He surely couldn’t tell him that he couldn’t resist the urge to stare at his naked daughter. Romano refused his request, he felt safer with Julius close to her.

A week before Aquilla’s 15^th birthday, she sat with her father at the massive table picking out what she wanted for her birthday. She wanted a bikini so that she could tan more of her white skin by the pool. After an hour of arguing with her, picking out way more than a 15 year old should get on one birthday, and going back to the site with the bikini that she was so adamant about getting, he gave in.

They spent her birthday at the beach, the entire day. Julius hated the new fucking bikini. It showed too much, and he couldn’t keep is stupid eyes off of her. He even stayed in the water more than he normally would, trying to hide the erection that kept creeping up. He wasn’t lacking any in the package department, it was hard to hide it.

Aquilla lay out on the beach, playing in the water, and she even built an amazing sand castle with Julius while their father worked on his laptop. Their eyes locked uncomfortably way too many times. Julius’s eyes dropped to her cleavage and hers dropped to his persistent hard on more than once. He was playing with fire. She was playing with fire. And, what the fuck were they doing?

They both needed relief by the time the day was over. They ended their night by doing just that. Julius watched her sprawled on her bed as she ran her fingers through the elastic of her panties. She normally did it safely under her covers where she felt invisible and nobody could see. She didn’t turn them down and even went as far of sliding them over her hips and to her ankles. Fuck. He didn’t need to see that.

Aquilla was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with her. Her mind went to one place when she pleased herself. It was always back in that dingy hotel room with Julius leaned against the floral print wall, pumping his cock in his hand. She was going to ask for a laptop. Maybe if she could see some pictures of other men, she could picture someone else’s dick and not the taboo; Julius’s.

Julius was one sick mother fucker. He wished she would turn around so that he could see her. He took his own throbbing sex into his hand while he watched Aquilla squirm beneath her fingers. Fuck, he wanted to do that.

“Yeah, baby, rub that pussy,” he whispered as her fingers frantically massaged the little nub that he so badly wanted to see. She whimpered at precisely the same moment he spewed out to his hand.

Aquilla and Julius both began to avoid each other. They had to. Aquilla wasn’t any better off than he was, and the constant eye locking thing confused the hell out of her. She was never so happy in her life, when her father invited a man and his daughter to dinner when she was not quite 17 yet. That’s what she needed. She needed a friend to occupy her mind. She hadn’t had a friend since she was seven.

Talin and her hit it off, right off the bat. Talin was the same age as her. Aquilla envied Talin. Although she was like her in many ways, she was able to have a little bit of a life. She went to high school every day, was allowed to hang out with her friends at the beach, and go to her friend Vennah’s sometimes. Her father too, was into some shady business. Of course he was, he was partnering with her father. They were up to something that wasn’t good, she was sure of it.