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and rolling my hips, trapping his shaft against my lips, grinding on it to wet it with my arousal before taking him inside. Riding and tempting him, guiding his hands to my breasts.
    My leg starts to shake and I turn up the water a little more, and a second finger enters my body and joins the first, stroking. Before, Hawk occupied my fantasies as a phantom, an imaginary version of the man I thought him to be. Now I see him clearly in my mind, imagining him rolling me onto my back, as I look down to see his cock rock hard, so urgent it's curved, throbbing. I take my hand and run it along his length and his whole body jerks, thrusting into my hand. Then I take the shaft and hold it and feel it press against my entrance.
    My legs snap together and I moan softly until I bite my lip, and turn the water all the way up. I tip the hot water over with my foot and warm it up a little, and it's bliss. I know Hawk's cock will be much bigger than a finger. I can imagine him shaking as he holds back, so gentle even as he fills me up and I lick my lips in satisfaction and he kisses me as he grinds against me, filling me, taking me to the root. His imaginary thrusts match my fingers and the heat builds in my body until I feel like I’m going to burst, like my soul is stretching against my skin. My heels skid on the floor of the tub and I cry out, silence myself with my hand and the shower head falls to the bottom of the tub with a dull thud as I shake through a climax that leaves me drained, like I've been stretched out.
    Shaking, I stand up and lean on the wall, pull the shower head back up, rinse myself off and hang it back up, step out of the bath tub and wrap myself in a towel.
    When I open the door, Lance is in the hallway.
    "What the hell are you doing in there? I need to take a piss."
    He's still in uniform. He has his sunglasses on. In the house. It doesn't matter, he rakes me with his eyes anyway. The towel covers all the important parts but I feel naked anyway; all I'd have to do is bent over and I'd be indecent. I have to brush the wall to get past him, and he makes a point of craning his head to stare at my ass as I dart away from him and into my room. I pluck the bottom of my towel down but it doesn't help, and when I slam the door, a deep breath goes in and comes back out a ragged near-sob.
    I hate that son of a bitch almost as much as I hate his father. Lance isn't a monster, he's just a creep. Ever since our parents married and I moved in, he's been eyeing me…
    Or, as she gets older, May. One time, at our precious Sunday Dinner, Lance pointed out that May was filling out. That was a real Kodak moment. Ever since, I've been on edge, trying to make sure she's never alone with him. Not that there's anything I can do, other than stay on Tom's good side and put a word in his ear if I think something inappropriate might happen.
    God, I want to cry. How did it come to this? We're prisoners here. No one will help us, not even our own mother.
    Someone would .
    No, he left me. He left me! He left us here and fucked off to who knows where and never sent so much as a word, left me wondering if he was even alive.
    I couldn't believe he'd just leave .
    I hear May's door open.
    Fuck, Lance might still be out there.
    I stand up, squeeze the towel tight and open the door, and let out a slow breath as I realize he's gone.
    May takes one look at me and ducks back into her room.
    I dress quickly, just shorts and a t-shirt and my beaten up hiking boots. I've had them so long they feel better on my feet than sneakers. Once they're laced up I step out and knock on May's door, and she slips out with me and we start the walk back.
    By the time we get back to Commerce Street everyone has started moving towards the park. The carnival has emptied out for the most part and the rides are just going through the motions. In a few minutes, they'll shut off the lights. The church will kick them off the grounds tomorrow, it's Sunday. Tonight the main event