Camilla's pov
Mom insisted we had lunch together since it was still early, we were done unpacking and Andrew helped me out but he talked more than he helped.
We took one lunch pack each containing the food mom ordered from the cafeteria when we entered California.
The atmosphere is nice and relaxing as Nicholas tells us numerous stories that send laughter across the room. He started the story of how he met my mother in Paris during one of his tours. My mom has told me this story a million times. I rolled my eyes and I found Andrew doing the same and we both laughed.
Even though I hadn't eaten anything tangible today except the muffin we had on the plane, I wasn't hungry for food. However, I'm hungry for someone. I lifted my eyes to see his blue piercing eyes. Andrew had been staring at me the whole time and I wished he could stop because I was dripping wet downstairs.
My clit was incredibly wet and all I envisioned was being under his built body on his bed. Why was he this hot? I squeeze my thighs and pray for the rush to stop, I shift in my seat and cross my legs. Maybe that will help.
My mom and my stepdad were busy talking and laughing and I knew they forgot we were in the room.
I never knew I was picking on my food until Nicholas interrupted my thoughts. "Are you not hungry, Camilla? We could order something else, maybe you are not used to our food yet, why don't you try something new."
Was I hungry? Yes. But my appetite was craving your son, sweet stepfather. The young man inside his pants was calling my name. For a minute, I wondered if it was huge like those celebrities in the movies, since he was hot like them it should be. Ooh, Camilla! I shook my head to be free from my dirty thoughts and for the first time I was happy no one could read minds except God.
"I'm perfectly fine, I just have some things running through my mind." I almost regret saying it like that but I hoped they didn't understand.
"Thought like?" Andrew asks and I turn to look at him. The wetness in between my thighs increased and I could swear that as his lips parted gently my clit did the same.
"Uhmmm… Jobs and…" I start to lie but Andrew interrupts.
"Don't tell me you want a job with all this wealth?" He spread his hands to demonstrate his father's mansion and I cringe at the tone of his voice. He sounded harsh and I knew he wanted an argument which I wasn't ready for.
"Don't you want to get a job?" I was nervous because I avoided confrontation and I was already sweating.
Mom interrupted just in time to save me, I was sure she noticed my discomfort. "This is not a decision table we are having for lunch. You both can talk about it when you get to spend time together," spend time? I scoff.
"I'm sorry, Camilla. Andrew has a lot to learn from you, like knowing that money doesn't come from trees but from working." He rolled his eyes at his father's words and even though he was annoying, his looks turned me on the more. I couldn't help it.
I smile nodding my head and I try to finish my food, mom detested waste. I was definitely going to browse on 100 ways to avoid fucking your stepbrother. I need to avoid him at all costs until I get a job that can take me away from this house and distract my dirty thoughts or else we are going to be ripping each other's clothes apart in no time.
"You and Camilla should get to know each other better, you are now siblings, so stop picking on her Andrew." I hear my mother say and I hope he doesn't feel threatened. Only if she knew the deep shit 'knowing each other better' can lead us to, she wouldn't have suggested it. It's not happening, Mom.
My panties are soaked, up to my jeans. Being close siblings was out of the deal
"I don't know why you guys married in the first place," the words flew out of my mouth before I could think. The look on my mother's face instantly makes me realize the rubbish I just blurted out. They would all think I wasn't happy staying here but I was really struggling on how not to fuck my stepbrother. Can anyone understand that?
Andrew bursts into laughter which doesn't help my situation. I wondered what was funny and gave me a stern look but the only thing he did was lick his lips. His eyes had this seductive look in them and I could swear he understood what I meant. I was lucky to have worn a bra inside the house because my nipples hardened as his laugh ran through my ears. Now, clue number one was: always wear a bra inside the house, especially during lunch and dinner.
Why did my body feel different when it came to Andrew for fucking sake? He's just a regular guy…is he? I couldn't wait to finish this meal because his stare made me uncomfortable and the worst part was I couldn't hide it.
"Mom, I didn't mean it that way, I'm sure marrying him was the best decision you made and I sincerely wish you both the best." Mom nodded at my apology and Nicholas reached out for my hand.
"It might take time but you will find peace and happiness in this home, I assure you that." I smiled at his words but I was sure peace was far from me because your son was going to torment me with his dick.
"I'd really love for you and Andrew to be friends, and I mean good friends. It will be nice," he added and I forced a smile. Why are my mom and stepdad trying their best to make me fall into a trap?
My mother nods in approval of his suggestion and asks, "What are you doing today, Camilla."
Finally, someone changed the topic.
"Writing as usual then I'd watch my series." That was my saving grace. I loved writing, it allowed me to express my thoughts and feelings without being judged.
"Writing? What a boring life," Andrew mumbled but loud enough for me to hear him. I rolled my eyes but with my eyes fixed on my food, the goal was to finish this meal and run upstairs to my room.
"What about you?" My stepfather asked Andrew.
He smacks his lips and rubs his head.
"Well, nothing much. Just visiting Derek and a couple of friends."
"You just got back, you should spend more time with your family, Camilla for example."
Not this again stepdad.
I was going to give Andrew a pill he can't chew. "Do you mean Derek or you are going to get some orgasms from Bri…" I stopped because that was how her name was saved on his phone when he bumped into me earlier with his phone.
I noticed the shock on his face but it didn't last long, "at least I wasn't as boring as you were. Who locks herself in writing, jeez!"
"That's enough! I don't like what you both are doing." Nicholas said and Mom gave me a disappointed look.
"Not to sound rude but don't you think you should spend some time with Andrew instead of writing for now?" My mom said to me and I ignored her suggestion.
"Why don't you invite your girlfriend for dinner sometime?" My mom offered.
"Really?" I gasped, I couldn't hide the disgust I felt already.
He was surprised as well but gave me a wry smile. Nicholas looked confused and everyone didn't expect my Mom's offer. Was she trying to get Andrew to like her? I got irritated and pulled my chair to stand up.
"Are you walking out on us?" Mom asks but I stand up and run upstairs ignoring her.
"Come back here!" Mom yelled.
"Let her be honey, Andrew caused it."
I heard him laugh and it sent anger running through me, it was more like jealousy, not anger.
Camilla's POV: Just as I expected, Mom grounded me for a week because of my little outburst at lunch. It made me incredibly happy because I didn't have to spend the week avoiding my hot stepbrother. His girlfriend came over during one of the nights and I only caught a glimpse of her when she entered the compound. She sure was hot and pretty and looked like the kind of girl Andrew would date, not like me though, the weird introvert who writes. Max, my vibrator, kept me company throughout the time. It was so easy to reach climax as all I needed to do was to imagine myself riding Andrew's huge dick- at least I felt it was huge just like Max. My mom should never find out I used a vibrator or else I was dead. I convinced myself that my sexy fantasy was over because I had not seen him in five days except of course his faint sweet voice when he came down the stairs daily. "Camilla," I lifted my eyes and just then I realized I didn't realize when he knocked so he let himself in. Andrew
Camilla's POV She was just looking at us dumbfounded not saying anything, it's like we all froze because Andrew was still staring at my waist with surprise written all over his face probably he was thinking like. ‘What the fuck is she doing under the sheet with her panties down….. well I am pleasuring myself thinking about you.’ Then back to this strange woman while I am staring at her trying to decipher the look on her face. Seeing that she is not saying anything and Andrew is also not talking. I decided to break the ice and explain to her that what she saw was not what it looked like. “Hy, who are you? How can we be of help to you? Are you here to meet someone?” I threw all these questions at her. And it seems to break her from the trance she is in. She adjusted her clothes and cleared her throat before she started talking. “My name is Aaren, I am here to resume work as the newly hired maid and to also meet Mrs. Reynold to discuss some things so she can explain the nature of my j
Camilla's POV I made a mental note to apologize to Andrew tomorrow while drifting off to sleep. I was exhausted from all the shenanigans.~Six AM~I woke up with a really sore Vagina because of how I overused myself yesterday….. not that I have any plans of stopping because of a certain handsome and hot guy, who I can't get out of my mind.Remembering that I was supposed to apologize to him. I checked the time to see it's Six thirty. Still quite early but I'd rather do it now than have an awkward encounter at the dining table like the other day. Just thinking about him got me so hot and bothered. I am sure that I will be wet down there if I should check. But that's not the time now. I got up from my bed and exited my room to see that his door was a little bit ajar. Ohh, my God!! Does that mean he heard everything yesterday? I mean we still haven't talked about my panties being down my knee. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door praying that he wouldn't answer so I have someth
Camilla's POV I rummage through my closet trying to look for something simple to wear. I decided to go with a green bodycon my mom got for me on one of her trips and it sat on my body perfectly. I took my phone, the charger and earphones as I would likely check out the study room and maybe read some books before coming back upstairs. As I rounded up the corner that leads to the dining, I can hear their laughter and the sound cutleries on the plates. I sat down after mumbling a quick good morning to everyone. “How's your night?” my step dad asked me while looking at me trying to decipher if I am really okay. “My night was splendid, thank you for asking.” I replied with all the enthusiasm I could muster. I could hear Andrew Snickering but I ignored him and started fixing my plate of food. “Honey, are you still interested in getting a job?” My mom asked. I think she's trying to make little conversations here and there. “That would be awesome, Andrew can also tag along with her wh
Andrew's POV I nearly choked on my food when Emily; well….. My stepmom asked me to invite Brielle for dinner again. I don't know why she is trying so hard. If it's to win me over then she should stop disturbing herself. It will never happen.I glanced at Camilla to see her mindlessly staring at her food without eating. She doesn't look happy when her mom said I should invite Brielle over. I smirked thinking of how I will taunt her with it so I decided to play along. “Sure, she would really love it. I will let her know.” her eyes darted around the room trying so hard not to look at me.Then she pushed her plate and announced that she was going to study. I thought she won't be job hunting now, not unless she is going to read. Now I am curious as to what type of books she loves to read. Immediately she left the table, I also pushed my plate away since I am almost done anyway.“Ohhh, Andrew; you are done? You don't want more?” Emily asked while my dad was just staring me down. “No Emi… M
Andrew's POV I took a really long shower and I almost feel like not going out anymore but sadly, Brielle doesn't take a no for an answer. She practically organized it.Or should I say she and Derek organized it before I was informed about it. She kept on and on about how I haven't made time to see Derek since I came back and frankly, it's not as if I don't want to see him. I just feel like everyone got their shit going on and I know Derek like the water I drink. There's no way we'll meet and not argue about who's dad is richer or how I am flaunting my dad's wealth. And honestly I don't have time for that.But there's no escaping it today. I came out of the bathroom, started drying my hair after drying my body in the bathroom. I rub my Nivea cream and spray some fragrance on my body and clothes before heading out.When I got downstairs, there's no one around, not even the new maid or the old ones. I was right earlier about the lovebirds then. I remembered that I didn't tell Camilla I w
Camilla's POV “Mmm, touch me there. Yes. Yes Daddy.” I was grounding my pelvis on his sinful mouth while I slurped his cock like it's my last supper. And he is rock hard with precum licking from his opening.“Ahhhh, FUCK. OHHHH MY GOD. YES YES YES. I AM CUMINGGGGGGG.” I am now stroking his cock fast and I am sure he is also close with the way his hips are buckling. He came with a guttural growl and I swallowed all his seeds. He came back up to kiss me. “I need you now. Hold the headboard.” He instructed while turning me around so I am on my knees. He started penetrating slowly. ‘Damn! He is so big. And…… is he vibrating?’“Why is your dick vibrating?” I asked him.He looked at me like a psycho. “Because I am not real.” He started laughing till he started fading off. I screamed, jolted awake and fell from the bed with sweat dripping down my forehead. I crawled to the bedside table, got some leftover water and gulped it down. That's when I came back to my senses. Only to discover tha
Camilla's pov"Mom, where is my room?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen of our new home. Mom told me it was a Mansion and I couldn't agree less, every room I walked into was two times larger than our rooms back in New York. I couldn't wait to see my room."I'll show you later but first we need to unpack today and use tomorrow to rest." Mom said and I rolled my eyes."Help me drag the yellow boxes upstairs, Camilla," Mom instructed with a stern look. Mom had a lot of boxes and I couldn't imagine how she always knew which box contained what.I lifted one box dragging it along with me as I followed her to her room."Wow!" "You like it right?" Mom asked and I nodded in approval. Her bedroom wasn't just spacious but exquisite, everything looked expensive, especially the opulent furniture."And who's gushing over me and my wife's bedroom?" I turn to the sound of my stepfather's voice. A male voice inside a house sounded strange as I had lived for fourteen years without a father figure in