27. Colin
Colin
M y dad comes home while I’m sitting through my own personal hell.
Listening to this fuckwad talk about himself and shit that no one cares about, especially Mayson and me.
She pretends to be interested, but I can see the way her eyes glaze over.
Then she agreed to go out with him, and it’s funny she thinks I’ll actually let her go.
Maybe I will, but I’ll make sure to send her out with her cunt full of my cum.
She still doesn’t have any panties so it can drip down her legs while she sits there pretending to be interested in whatever boring shit he’s talking about.
That may be more torture for her than me making sure she doesn’t go.
Now that’s an idea.
But all thoughts about that are derailed when the man, the bane of my existence, Walter Masters walks in.
“I didn’t realize we were having a party,” he announces, attempting to joke. Mayson’s mom, Juliette, laughs but the two of us just stare at them.
“Walter, nice to see you again,” Nancy greets, and Garrett stands up to shake my dad’s hand. The kid likes doing that apparently. I thought about crushing the bones in it when he shook mine, but I held onto Mayson instead and used her to ground me.
“What all have I missed?” my dad asks the group. He looks around, not making eye contact with me, which isn’t completely surprising.
“Garrett and Mayson are going to go out. Isn’t that exciting?” Juliette beams. Now I know I make a face, but the only person that catches it is my stepsister.
“How great, you two would make a great pair,” he says like it’s some partnership and not a relationship.
I scoff, unable to help myself. “What would you know about that?”
“Excuse me, son?”
“What would you know about a ‘great pair’? You a relationship expert all of a sudden?”
“I’m very happily married to the perfect woman, so I’d say yeah, I am.”
“Really? You sure you don’t need to find… extracurricular? ” I see him tense, but tries to hold it together because there’s company.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, and I advise that you stop now, son,” he threatens through gritted teeth.
I stand up, gauging everyone’s reactions. Garrett flinches, Nancy takes a sip from her wine glass, Juliette leans back in her chair, and my dad stands up straighter, watching me.
Mayson watches with rapt attention, not backing down. It’s like she’s waiting to see if I’m going to drag her into this. I look from her, to Garrett, then back to my dad.
“You’re right, they would make a ‘great pair.’” I swear I hear Mayson gasp in surprise, but I’m not done. “Then when she’s unsatisfied in bed because he doesn’ t know what he’s doing, she can go find a real man to fuck on the side. What a happily ever after.”
There’s various sounds of shock around the table as I walk away, even with my dad calling my name I don’t turn around. I swear I hear footsteps, but they aren’t heavy like his. When I hear Juliette call out for her daughter I know it’s her.
I get outside, and go to open my car door when I’m pushed from behind, and turn around to see Mayson shaking her head at me.
“You’re such a dick, you can’t help yourself can you?”
“No, I can’t,” I sneer.
“You don’t own me. You don’t have any say about me or my life.”
“So you’ve said, but we both know that’s not true. Don’t worry, those people in there are too stupid to think I was talking about us.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” she huffs.
“Come with me then.” I nod to the car.
“Where are you going?”
“Anywhere that isn’t here.”
I see her hesitate. “When are you coming back?”
“When I feel like it.”
She looks back at the house, then back to the car. “Don’t make me regret it.”
To my surprise, she jumps in with me. I take off before anyone comes outside, without a plan in place, but I know where we can go for some distraction.
I end up taking us to one of my old practice fields.
The area is lit up from some dim lights around the area.
I go to the trunk to grab a ball I have back there, and it’s a little deflated, but it will work.
I toss it up in the air, catching it in my palm as I close the trunk and look over at her. “You want to play me?”
She looks at me skeptically. “I don’t think that would be a very fair game.”
“I’ll take it easy on you.”
“Oh, I meant it wouldn’t be fair for you.” She smirks.
I nod. “Let’s see what you got then, Dunne.”
I toss the ball at her chest, and she catches it easily, examining it. “This ball is flat.”
“It’s good enough. We don’t even have a goalie, you can handle a little less air in the ball.”
“Sounds like you’re trying to cheat.” She looks at me skeptically.
“How?”
“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll bet you are.”
I shrug. “Play me and find out.”
Mayson tosses the ball up in the air, seeming to think about it. “Fine, but don’t let me win. I want it fair.”
I bark out a loud laugh. “I would never let anyone win. Not even you.”
“Good. I just want to make sure that when I beat you, you can’t use that as an excuse.” She drops the ball down, and immediately starts dribbling it around me before I have a chance to register that we’ve even started.
I turn around to chase after her as she kicks the ball toward the goal I guess we silently decided was mine. When I try to steal the ball away from her, she manages to keep it away, and I can’t help but be impressed.
Then, I cheat. Wrapping an arm around her middle, pulling her into me as we tumble to the ground. My chest shakes with laughter, but Mayson lets out a growl, smacking my leg before rolling off of me.
“That’s cheating. This isn’t football,” she scolds .
“A lot of other countries actually call it football.”
“Well we aren’t playing tackle football.” She stands up, wiping the grass off her ass, even though I doubt there’s any there.
“Lighten up.” I join her in standing, bending down to grab the ball once again. “You cheated first, then I did the same.”
“It’s always tit for tat with you, isn’t it?”
I shrug. “Sure, if that’s what you think. Fine, no cheating.”
Rolling my eyes, I reluctantly agree because all I want to do is tackle her to the ground again, but this time, I’d make sure to pin her there and make her scream.
We get in position for kick off and I do my best not to cheat as we play one-on-one. Of course I can’t help it some of the time. I do end up with the first goal which has Mayson pouting in a way that has me wanting to push her down onto her knees and feed my cock inside that plush mouth of hers.
“Again,” she demands and I smirk at her determination.
Mayson’s playing is borderline violent, but little does she know I like it this way. It’s practically foreplay for us, kicking the ball back and forth, bodies getting close while we try to steal it from each other. It takes all my effort not to tackle her onto the turf again.
She manages to score on me, and does the cutest little victory dance. “Not so big and bad, are you?”
I scoff, “We’re tied.”
“I still scored on you.” She folds her arms across her chest, standing tall with her chin up.
“Next one that scores wins,” I state.
“If I win, I get to move back into my dorm.”
I laugh. “Your empty dorm? Last I checked you don’t have a roommate anymore.”
“Even better. I get the place to myself. ”
“Not going to happen, but nice try.” I shake my head. “Plus last I checked, you’ve seemed to like the new living situation.”
She grimaces. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“You at least like to be around me, admit it.”
She moves the ball between her feet. “Yeah, no, I’d rather we get back to the game.”
“Fine, but you’re not moving out.” We get back onto kick off position when I continue. “Oh, and you aren’t going out with that piece of shit back at the house, either.”
“I think I missed the memo of when you had any say in what I get to do.”
I crowd her, collaring her throat to hold her against me. “You’re right, you did. It was when I was buried deep inside you that first time and you were too busy screaming my name to notice anything else.”
She slaps my cheek, the bite of pain makes me laugh. I tighten my grip on her throat. “That was cute. Next time, try a little harder.”
I let go, and she sways where she stands, which I take full advantage of.
She recovers quickly, and we fight for possession of the ball.
Just when I think I’ll get a good shot, she manages to get the ball away from me.
And I do the same to her, it actually turns out to be harder than some of the actual games I’ve played.
Finally, I’m racing toward the goal, kicking it in, and without a goalie, it soars in easily.
I turn back toward Mayson with a smile on my face. “I win.”