Stupid Young Whore: Chapter 2

Stupid Young Whore: Chapter 2

Daniel looked at the stairs apprehensively. Diana would come down to have breakfast with them at any minute, and he was both excited to see the girl again, as he could already imagine the promising day ahead, and worried, wondering if she would be able to navigate this new thing between them. She was young, and one mistake could be enough for their parents to realize something was happening. His mother finding out about what they did the night before would be a nightmare scenario, and he couldn’t even fathom Gregory’s reaction. Maybe the man had a gun in the house.

When Diana took a little longer than expected to come downstairs in the morning, Daniel and their parents engulfed in the smell of freshly brewed coffee, Gregory lost his calm. The big man was well in his fifties, but his head was still full of hair with grays on both sides. Not as tall as Daniel but bulkier, he was imposing when he marched to the bottom of the stairs and yelled: “Hey, breakfast!” Daniel noticed his mother give a little jump on her chair, startled but keeping a straight face. Then the man hastily walked back to his seat around the kitchen table, “We can eat now.”

And eat they did, bacon, pancakes, and scrambled eggs until Daniel heard footsteps down the stairs two minutes later. Diana wore a long black t-shirt, loose and covering her slender silhouette down to the top of her toned thighs. He knew she must have had something underneath but couldn’t stop himself from picturing her young body completely nude under it, imagining what it looked like; he had felt it, not seeing it yet. What split his attention was the fact that the shirt was all too familiar. It had a Radiohead logo on it, and he had given the shirt to her a little more than a month before. She had told him that, even though it was a band she considered old, the kids from school had been listening to it recently. She had jumped into the hype and fallen in love with it. When she told him how she felt while listening to it, unaware of all the artistry involved in producing the songs, Diana said their mood matched how she felt. Before knowing what the girl was living, he related to her experience since he had gone through the same. The following weekend Daniel showed up with a reproduction of one of their “vintage” shirts written right hand pull trigger, left hand shrug shoulder. He remembered the look on her face, how she kissed his cheek, and how he enjoyed feeling her young breast squeezing against his arm while she did so. Daniel wondered if that moment had had something to do with all that happened later between the two.

“Are you wearing the shirt he gave you to sleep?” Leda’s voice intruded on her son’s reverie soon as the girl got to the table, still before she could pull a chair to sit on. His mother seemed upset while Gregory looked at the girl with a less than delighted mien.

“No, I put it on before coming downstairs,” she said defensively.

“This is not something you wear at home,” Gregory barked.

“You won’t let me wear it anywhere else…” She pleaded.

“She is wearing it because I’m here,” Daniel intervened, trying to defuse the situation without giving out too much. “It’s a nice gesture.”

Both parents looked at him, and he spotted Diana inhaling fully, trying to hide a smile. Leda seemed pleased with how her son – such a nice person he was – had seen the situation but still looked once more at the girl with an eyebrow up.

“Ok,” Gregory said in his hoarse voice, sounding grouchy, “let’s eat.”

Once in a while, Daniel and Diana would exchange glances, meaningful ones. Gregory started asking “Danny” about work, always seeming so surprised at how high on the professional ladder the young man was, always trying his wisdom, throwing trick questions his way. However, Daniel was good. Nothing the older man could come up with about law surprised him. Deflecting his more conservative questions, he made a point of answering everything by using judiciary jargon in a way Gregory would have to ask him what he meant or let the conversation die. What constantly happened since the older man would have his ego hurt by asking the “lad” to teach him something.

“So, are you staying for lunch?” Leda asked her son, “Pool is open. You should enjoy a little free time once in a while.”

He instantly looked at Gregory to size his reaction to the sudden invitation, but the man just looked at him, seemingly hopeful to have someone to share some drinks with him in the afternoon.

“I still have some work to do,” Daniel started saying, playing coy while knowing that was the best thing he could have hoped for that day. Worst case scenario, he would only have the chance to see Diana in a bikini, but he would try everything he could to have time alone with her that day. “But, yes, I can stay. I’ll work a little in the morning and take a break after lunch, have some beers,” He mentioned it since he knew there wasn’t any in the house. Hopefully, that would make Gregory leave the place to buy some.

“Wonderful!” His mother said, genuinely happy to have her son around for longer, “Would you like anything in particular for lunch?”

He thought fast and efficiently, “What about that lasagna?” He asked, purposefully, already knowing how particular his mother was with every ingredient of that dish. If she couldn’t find the right meat for the bolognese sauce, she would go out for at least a while to look for it. Since she hated driving, that meant Gregory was chauffeuring her around.

Diana lazily played with her breakfast using her fork, looking down at the food; Daniel knew she was more than anything paying attention to what he said, and by chance, he looked at her at the exact moment her beautiful lips curved up a bit while she held back a smile, softly fidgeting on her seat. Daniel realized she knew what he was doing, and he thought to have noticed when she rubbed one thigh against the other.

Piles of paper in front of him, over the living room table, and sitting on the couch with his laptop, Daniel saw his plan work to perfection.

“This Italian market is forty minutes away!” Gregory interjected, trying to make his girlfriend and partner have sense.

Leda answered in a low voice, but Daniel could listen to most of it, “We’d like him to visit more often. You said it yourself. If he wants my lasagna, I’ll serve him the best one I can make,” she was saying when Gregory looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This place has everything I need!” she almost whimpered.

When they were on their way to the door, and after Leda told her son they’d be in about two hours, to make himself comfortable, Gregory looked back:

“Danny, what kind of beer do you like?” He asked, his voice as hoarse and as monotone as ever.

“Any kind of lager. Thanks for this, Greg,” he tried shortening his name for the first time to test his reaction… And the older man’s grumpy smile caught him by surprise, for a moment giving him the feeling they were pals.

“You got it,” Gregory said, and already halfway out the door, he poked his head back in to add, “If she gives you any trouble or attitude,” he pointed upstairs with his head, meaning he was talking about Diana, “put her in her place. I’m out; you’re the man of the house.”

Daniel’s heart pumped erratically for a second, Gregory’s last sentence serving more avail for what he was about to do than cause him to feel any guilt, “You got it.”

And they left. Thirty seconds after they drove off, Daniel heard Diana’s voice as she spoke from the corner wall that led to the stairs, only her face and lots of brown hair showing:

“I was afraid yesterday you were just drunk. Are you going to spank me?” She asked in a shy, soft voice, with no hint of fear. It was clear to him she had a neck for eavesdropping, though.

“Is that what he does when you don’t behave?” He replied with a grin. Inside, he thought about it, surprised. It was impossible not to imagine Gregory bending Diana on his lap and making her buttocks red, then instantly imagining himself doing the same. He felt his cock twitch.

She slowly walked down the rest of the stairs, looking down very coyly and coming in his direction.

“That’s what you said you wanted to do to me yesterday,” Diana said when she was already close to the couch.

“Oh,” Daniel said while closing his laptop and putting it on the table, a little afraid he had gotten it all wrong and scared her.

“But, yes. He’s done that to me. More than once,” Diana said while standing beside the couch’s arm, fidgeting, looking at her tiny hands. “Among other things.”

“Recently?” He asked while raising a hand for her, gesturing for the girl to come to him.

Diana walked between the center table and the couch, stopping in front of her step-brother, who was still sitting down, and she nodded, her cheeks blushing scarlet. Daniel raised an eyebrow at the answer. He couldn’t stop asking himself who would take a girl like her in his lap to spank her without having many other reasons other than plainly punishing her. Maybe Daniel knew why Gregory was so flustered about the girl, but he would keep it as it was for the time being. Daniel inhaled deeply at the look of that beautiful girl standing in front of him while wearing the t-shirt he had given her.