1. The Secrets of Brinkley Ridge


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    back from Aunt Trudy’s until this evening so you have the place to yourself. Just remember to put the back door key back in the key safe.” “Ok. Erm, Cally, why do you call her Eva and not Mum?” He knew that look, it was just shy of annoyed, but definitely irritated. Irritated for showing he cared about her, irritated that he was trying to get to know her. “She’s my stepmum, or rather – she’s a bitch!” “Cally.” His tone sounded almost pleading, “Come on…” “No, she is. My Dad was going to buy me a car but she wanted me to have that manky old Land Rover instead. It’s a fucking shed! I can’t take that to college - people will laugh.” There was no time to reply, he watched her pert bottom sashay out of her bedroom. As his eyes closed, the swooshing sound of the shower was the last sound he heard. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- A simple four-note melody broke his slumber - it was a text message. I let you sleep and I hate goodbyes, it’s a C U soon anyway. At the airport now. Talk Saturday? We can have some fun on webcam if you want x That was so typical of her, seeing her on webcam was some compensation even if it was several days away. He toyed with his phone and toyed with the idea of not replying to her for a while. He wanted to play it cool but drawn to light like a moth to a flame – he just had to reply. Had a little nap. Have a good flight and we’ll chat Saturday x As soon as he hit ‘send’, he regretted it. He waited for a few minutes whilst playing with his phone. She ...
    would have no compunction in leaving him hanging, and she did just that. “Ah… fuck it.” He needed a shower and felt a pang of hunger too. The frothy water soaked him as he took to washing Cally off his body. Annoyed at revealing his feelings in front of her, she was right; he would find his fun elsewhere. Cally might have a great body but her attitude was a constant reminder to keep her at arm’s length. She was spoiled; her dad indulged her too much. Whilst he had never met Eva, he had to respect anyone that stood up to her. Whilst most of his friends were off to college, he’d decided to take some time out. Left some money by a recently deceased relative, he had a business idea he wanted to try first. He wanted to try and help support his parent’s struggling business too. Brinkley Ridge was a village scattered on the periphery of the city and still had its rural roots. Picturesque and unspoiled by any urban sprawl, it appealed to City commuters too. It had its pub, village shop, a collection of small businesses and several hundred homes. Life was good here, the local community lived cheek by jowl with the monied seeking to escape from the rat race. That pang of hunger growled again. Wrapping the towel around his waist, a round of toast from the kitchen would tide him over. He picked up his phone and threw it back on the bed in frustration, still no reply. The pristine deep pile of the stair carpet embraced his naked toes; it was typical of this house. It was expansive and ...
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