Family Affair Series 9: The Restroom Drill
Louisa’s POV
(For those who may have forgotten, Louisa is Aunt Louisa, the last sibling of the Sullivan Family, right after Uncle Victor. Happy reading)
“He hasn’t called, has he?” Quinn asked as she sipped her fruit mix smoothie.
I sighed and ran my hands up my arms to stall time. I just got out of the worst break-up of my 28 years of living. It was shit. Six years of relationship gone. Burned to dust.
Quinn knew ever since the breakup, I’d been avoiding the matter, treating it like it was another nightmare, that maybe when I woke up things might be different.
But who was I kidding?
I was just lying to myself. Flinn and I had been dating since I turned 22. He was everything any woman would wish for. My friends wanted him and even though they pretended to not want him, I could tell by their change of voice, giggles, and touchy-feely whenever Flinn was around. My friends wanted to fuck my boyfriend. And then, two years ago, we got engaged. It was a surprise. I was caught off guard and in awe. I didn’t expect it. I wasn’t expecting it.
In fact, I thought Flinn and I were just going to be boyfriend and girlfriend. And just like that, during a trip to Hawaii, he said those three words and I screamed so loud that people around us had to look. I was so happy.
Everything went fine for a year. And then, last year, things started changing. We started arguing and from arguing we started fighting. Flinn wasn’t abusive for the past years that we’ve been together. He was understanding, he was sweet. He was just everything I’d always wanted in a man. He was also good in bed, well, not that good, compared to the guy I dated before Flinn, but Flinn was trying really hard to impress me in bed and he was always failing. I couldn’t even count the pretend orgasms I had to fake.
Well, Flinn and I started fighting over little things and useless matters last year. And then, he resulted to violence by slapping me when I said my mind and even hurling things at me. He also went ahead to call me insatiable, that I was never satisfied, and that I was selfish. Fuck, I couldn’t even count the times he said horrible things to me.
So, it turned out Flinn was cheating on me. When I confronted him about it, he told me he had been seeing this Hawaiian chick since we got engaged in Hawaii. It was the worst news I’ve ever heard. Little did I know that, just a few days after he proposed to me, he started seeing this Hawaiian chick with dark skin, thick curves, long legs, blonde hair, everything I was not.
Flinn had been dating her for two years. Two fucking years. He would lie about going to work trips only for him to fly to Hawaii to fuck some other chick. Six years of my life wasted. I couldn’t even cry. I had no reason to cry. I just wished I had found out sooner than later. I wish I didn’t find out now.
When Flinn and I were three years into the relationship, I almost cheated on him. In fact, I wanted to cheat on him because of our sexual life. Flinn couldn’t satisfy me. He was always a macho in bed and whether or not I was satisfied wasn’t Flinn’s business at all. He didn’t care.
We went to see a movie three years ago in a drive-in. Flinn wanted me to purchase drinks and snacks for the two of us while we watched the movie. I said fine, and then I left to get us snacks. That was when I met him. His name was Drake. Tall black guy, with the body of a god. His eyes were chocolate brown and he was fucking hot and ripped. The minute I laid eyes on him, I knew he was packed in his jeans. We chatted, I giggled, and he flirted with me. He was cool, interesting, actually and I was already swooning all over him. We exchanged numbers and I told him the truth about coming here to watch a movie with my boyfriend. Surprisingly, he was okay with that.
Drake wanted a hookup, a quick fuck and he promised me I won’t be able to forget his dick even if I tried. I almost gave in. I wanted to talk to someone about Drake, but I was ashamed I might be labeled as a slut by my friends. They might even tell Flinn about my supposed cheating because they were jealous of my relationship. Well, except Quinn.
So, that first two weeks, Drake and I hung out, grab a few bites and coffees and he kept proposing sex that I won’t be able to forget. Then, there was that day I really gave in. I called him and told him I wanted us to see and he was happy. I was getting ready to leave when Flinn walked in and proposed a trip to California, and then, he reminded me of how much he loved me and he even bought me a present. These diamond earrings I’ve been admiring online. I felt guilty and disgusted by myself. I wondered why I was planning on ruining my relationship because of sex.
I was still regretting that now. If I knew he was going to cheat on me, I would have fucked Drake that day. I had to call Drake and tell him I couldn’t do it. He was disappointed and then he suggested we should stop talking to each other. He said we shouldn’t see each other again. It was the best thing to do so I agreed. I deleted Drake’s number and ended our connection.
Thinking about everything and how I must have fucked my relationship for Flinn to cheat on me, just hurt. I figured he’d been cheating on me since day one of our relationship, and I was just too blind and invested in the relationship that I didn’t see it.
That cheating bastard.
Like, where did I go wrong? Why wasn’t I enough? I did everything that fucker wanted and I even denied myself freedom.
And also, I even moved in with Flinn. God, I was so stupid.
“He hasn’t called, Quinn. That bitch.” I said. “And why do you think he would call? Like, why would he call?”
“Because he might realize you’re everything he ever wanted.” Quinn said.
Always so pessimistic.
This family get-together at my older brother, Rick’s house, was a distraction that I gladly embraced. I needed to get away. It wasn’t really my style but I jumped at the opportunity of getting away and hanging out with the rest of the family. Well, I haven’t really done much hanging out. I just stayed in my room, watched movies, and talked with friends that I haven’t talked with in a while and I only came downstairs when it was time to eat breakfast.
Today, Quinn visited. She was my best friend and we’d been friends since we were younger. She was there for me when I was going through my break-up phase and she decided to visit today.
“It doesn’t work like that, Quinn. When Barry left, did he call you to get back together?”
“He did. After like a year.” She shrugged and smiled.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes.
Right. A year.
I grabbed a berry from the fruit plate in front of Quinn and I and stared at Rick’s compound. I always wondered why he bought this type of house when he had just two children. Girls, to be precise. I just came to the conclusion that when you have money, you spend it on unnecessary things. Well, it helped in bringing the entire Sullivan Family together.
“Hey, Aunt Louisa.” A familiar voice called.
I turned around, including Quinn, and I saw August waving at me. I smiled and waved him back. He was standing on the balcony of his shared bedroom with his other cousins and Quinn and I were sitting on the patio.
“I haven’t seen you for days. Are you doing okay?” He called out.
“Yeah, thanks.”
He nodded with a small smirk. “Sure.”
With one last glance, he walked into his bedroom and I just sat there and watched.
Quinn cleared her throat awkwardly and I turned to look at her. She was smirking.
“What?” I asked as I looked away, picking another fruit and stuffing it inside my mouth.
“You want to fuck him.”
“What? Quinn, you can’t say that. Definitely not here.”
“Why? We’re the only ones here.” She said.
I rolled my eyes and looked away.
“You’re stalling, so it’s true.”
“You don’t know that.” I replied. My eyes moved on their own will to stare at where August was standing just a minute ago, and then I looked away.
August was hot. He was 23 I think and he was fucking attractive. He was a kid, my nephew, and there shouldn’t be anything there to consider. He was my brother’s kid and my wanting to have sex with him like Quinn was already suggesting, was wrong.
I was sex deprived, yes. I haven’t had sex for what, six months? Four? And I felt like I’d been missing out. Which was true.
Since I got here, I haven’t bothered to have sex. I just watched porn and masturbated with my dildo and my vibrator. It wasn’t the best sex obviously, but it was what I could get. I wanted a dick inside me, a real cock, not some Flinn kinda dick. I wanted to be fucked real good. Maybe, just maybe, it would help me forget about my stupid break-up and the hurt I was still feeling.
August was tall. He was probably 6 feet 2 inches and he was definitely well-packed in his jeans. I saw the outline of his cock about two days ago when he was swimming with his other male cousins. He wore a blue trunk and he was standing by the edge of the pool, dripping with water and his abs bare. He was hot, and I just stood by my open window ogling at his naked chest and how manly he was. I couldn’t peel my eyes off his crotch and the shape of his dick through the wet trunk.
And, as if he knew I was watching him, August looked up straight at my window and our eyes locked. In fact, he caught me staring at his cock and I was embarrassed. The kid had to smirk and winked at me. I guess that was when I knew I wanted to be fucked real good, especially with a cock like August’s.
I just hadn’t thought too much about it because I knew it was wrong. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t crave his dick, but yet, here I was thinking about it. Imagining it and wondering what it would feel like to have it inside me.
“You need to have fun, Louisa, and forget about that asshole, Flinn. He is a dick and he’s out there having fun. You should too.”
“With my nephew, you mean?”
“It could be your dirty little secret.”
“How am I the only one thinking straight here? He’s my nephew!” I whispered-yelled.
Quinn rolled her eyes. “Okay, so. People fuck their nephews and nieces. He’s not your kid.”
“I don’t wanna have this conversation with you, Quinn. Let’s end it. Thank you. I’m not fucking my nephew.” I said, not even sure if I meant it or not.
“Okay, just think about it though.”
“There’s nothing to think about.” I said, pulling up a defense armor.
I really don’t want to talk about it. I felt like I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking my 23-year-old nephew. I should be thinking about how to get over Flinn’s break-up, not fantasizing about my 23 years old nephew with a cock that might do wonders.
Two days later, my uncles’ wives were in the kitchen as they pondered about different things. I just sat on one of the kitchen barstools and drank my coffee. Ever since Quinn paid me a visit and left, I haven’t been able to take August out of my head. I hated that Quinn had to plant this whole sleeping-with-my-nephew idea in my head. Last night when I was horny, I touched myself and even used my dildo while I thought about August’s dick.
August, like every one of my siblings’ kids, wasn’t close to me. They were just my nephews and nieces. August was just my nephew and we were anything, but close. He would greet me when we cross each other’s paths and sometimes we would have a short conversation. When I visit my brother sometimes, August might be there and he would just greet me, just like his siblings, Tesla and Lily. Never have I thought about wanting his dick and I blamed myself for staring out the window that day.
Like, why the fuck would I stare out the window and straight at his dick that day?
Why couldn’t I just ignore it and assumed it was just like every guy’s dick that I’d seen on beaches and porn. It’s just that I couldn’t. I guess it was because August was my nephew and the idea of fucking my nephew was arousing. Even as I sat on the barstool in the kitchen while drinking coffee, I could feel my panties getting damp at the thought of being fucked by August Sullivan.
What was happening to me? Aren’t I supposed to be getting mad and sulking because my fiance broke up with me over a Hawaiian chick? Wasn’t that enough to just have some fun even if it was my nephew?
I didn’t know what I was thinking. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.
“God, we are out of groceries.” Jenna, August’s mother, said.
“The girls are all out doing different things. Who would go grocery shopping for us?”
” I can go.” I said. The three wives turned to look at me.
“Louisa, honey, you don’t have to.”
“I want to. I have nothing to do, so let me go.”
My brothers knew I was nursing a broken heart. Victor even threatened to beat up Flinn, but I told him not to. I was sure my brothers must have told their wives. It was possible.
“Please.” I tilted my head to the side with pleading eyes.
The wives sighed.
“I’m gonna get August to drive you. I think he’s around somewhere.” Jenna said.
August. Fuck, no.
“No, it’s…”
As if on cue, August walked into the kitchen looking sexy as ever. For a 23-year-old, he was a really attractive guy. I was pretty sure he’s got girls on the line. Hundreds of them.
“Someone looking for me?” He asked and his gaze flicked to me who was staring at him with a slightly open mouth.
He smirked at me and I looked away at once.
Fuck.
“I want you to drive Louisa to the grocery store to get more groceries. We’re out.” Jenna says. “And no excuses, you’re going with her.”
“Sure. It’s not like I have something interesting to do.” August says.
“You don’t have to, August.” I said.
He smiled. “It’s fine. I want to.”
“Right, it’s settled.” Rita said and I sighed defeatedly.
I was fucked. There was no way I would drive in the same car as August and not think about making my sexual fantasies of having August’s dick in my pussy come to pass.
There was no fucking way.
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To be continued.