Saving Ash (book #2) Chapter-Seventeen

Ash…14 years old

Father’s driver drops me off, and I anticipate going inside. I know she’s here. Her new Porsche is parked in the garage. The house is not as quiet as it normally is when I come home from school. Normally, it’s filled with head space. A vacuum of loneliness. The only joy in my life was when Pippa came for my piano lessons.

She’s different now. I don’t know how I’m supposed to behave. A son? A student? A friend? Sometimes she looks right through me like I’m not here. I don’t like those time. And then there are the times she gives me that wicked, little smile when Father’s not looking.

There’s music coming from the pool area. It’s not the type of music she has me play, classical, rondo, a mazurka—sweet pieces such as The Butterfly Waltz. The music is mainstream, average. Nothing intellectual.

I set down my backpack and walk to the pool area. I stop before they see me. She’s in the hot tub. There’s a boy, looks to be around my age standing above her. He looks strung out. Irritable. Who is he?

Pippa is scolding him. She’s angry about something. She then closes her eyes and rest her head back. Her arms braced on the side of the hot tub. The young guy watches her with a look of pity.

“Go on, leave,” she says, waving her hand.

I quickly move from the doorway and watch from the corner where I cannot be seen. I listen.

“Pippa, you have everything,” he says, now falling to his knees above the hot tub. She continues to ignore him, her eyes still closed. “Please.”

She suddenly sits up and strikes him across the face. “Don’t you dare beg to me. Leave, before I have you thrown out.” Her eyes are full of venom.

Suddenly, I feel compelled to go in there and protect her. Even though she seems to have the upper hand at the moment.

They both look up when I walk in. The young man looks at me with fear.

“Is everything alright, Pippa?” I’m shocked when she stands up, completely naked in front of both of us and steps out of the hot tub. It’s the first time I’ve seen her completely naked. She then throws a robe on.

“Ash, this is my brother, Hunter. He was just leaving.”

Hunter looks at me, and for some reason, I feel pity for him. And the boldness Pippa has to walk naked in front of us… Well, I don’t know what to think of that. Pippa is a unique woman who feels no shame in her beautiful body.

Hunter slowly stands and begins to walk toward the door. He smells of cigarettes and liquor as he passes by. He stops and gives me a look I can’t decipher before leaving. I turn and watch him walk down the hall and out the front door. He must have walked here. But from where?

I look back at Pippa. She’s drying her hair with a towel.

“Ash, I see no reason to tell your father. I was able to handle Hunter.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother?”

She walks over, her robe open in the middle. My eyes rake over her body. She lays a finger to my chin and tips it up to look at her.

“He’s not a well-bred man like you, Ash,” she says with seduction in her voice. Her eyes, green like a cat. So much mischief in them. They’re beautiful. Full of desire and mystery. I want to crawl in them. Be a part of her. Become one with her. My cock stirs in my pants.

“He’s a drug addict. He wants money to feed his habit.”

“Maybe you should get him some help?” I suggest quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“There is no help for him. He must find his own way,” she says, walking away and taking a seat on a chase lounge. “Like I did.” Her legs open and she exposes her pussy. It’s smooth, pink and the most prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. She smiles at me. It’s full of unknowns.

“Ash, you want me, don’t you?”

I blink in confusion. She knows I want her—have always wanted her.

“Yes,” I whisper. My heart bursting for her.

She laughs. “I know you do. Just like your father. He wants me, too.”

“He has you,” I say, sadly.

“Yes, he does. Do you know how lucky I feel to be in a house where both men want me?” She sits up and pulls her hair up around her head. Her breasts lift with movement. I don’t even hear that awful music anymore.

“You’re…beyond beautiful, Pippa.”

She brings her knees into her chest and leans on them, her hands under her chin. Her eyes smile into mine. She looks like a modern day Marlyn Monroe—sexy with the innocent look of a kitten.

“Thank you, Ash. You make me feel very special. You know that?”

“No. I think you are special.”

“I knew you were special, too, Ash. I was afraid you would tell your father what we did that day in the piano room.”

“No, I never would.”

That wicked smile curves up her beautiful face. Her cat-like eyes flash into mine. “That’s how I know you’re special. You can keep a secret.”

“Yes.”

“Come here, Ash,” she says, patting the space beside her.

I walk over, my heart thumping out of my chest. She looks up at me. “Come here, I won’t bite. I sit next to her. She caresses my face with her hand then runs them through my hair. “You’re such a handsome boy, Ash.”

Why must she call me a boy?

“Are you happy that I’m here now?”

“Yes.”

Her hand moves down my chest, to my stomach, my waist, and then she stops at my groin. She can feel how hard I am for her.

“Ash, have you ever had sex before?”

“No.”

Her smiles grows more wicked. Is she going to let me have her?

“You think about me, don’t you, Ash? You touch yourself thinking about me,” she says, rubbing my cock through my pants.

“Yes,” I groan.

“Ash, would you want to make me happy?”

“Yes.”

“Take out your cock, let me see it.” I wait a few seconds. “Go on. Let me see it.”

Slowly, I reach down and unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. My cock burns to the touch as I pull it out of my pants. Pippa gasp when she sees it. I want her to touch it.

“Ash, you have a nice cock. I want you to stroke it. Stroke it like you do when you think of me. Her words are breathy, coated in sex.

I begin to rub myself, pleasuring the tip with my precum. She watches in wonder. I love her eyes on me. On my cock. She wants it.

“That’s it, Ash. More. Show me how you make yourself come.”

It doesn’t take long, and in a few strokes, I release into my hand, calling out her name.

Pippa stands abruptly. Cold air hits me with the voidness. I look up at her. There’s a look of anger and disgust on her face.

Her hand comes and slaps me across the face. “Ash, how dare you. Fantasize about your mother in such sick, perverted ways.”

I’m in such shock, I don’t even feel the sting on my face.

“You disgust me. Go clean yourself up and we’ll discuss your punishment, later.”

She pulls her robe together and walks with angry strides out of the pool room. I look down at the disgusting mess in my hand and feel…shame.

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