Ruined By The Coby Twins

Free Use Zip Code 1

GARNET'S POV

free use.

Free Use.

FREE USE.

That was all every news station could talk about and unfortunately my zip code fell right in the middle of it.

I rolled my eyes.

Great!

Just great!

I'd officially be my stepdad's personal c*m toy for an entire week and I knew exactly how long he’d been waiting for this.

Greg had the energy of a man who had been patient about something for a very long time and was done being patient.

Mum wasn't even going to be around for it.

Work trip. Houses don't sell themselves, apparently.

"And if you're not yet aware, zip code 60621 is actively entering free use period starting tomorrow at midnight. Meaning all residents are legally obligated to..."

I grabbed the remote and killed the TV before I ran through the screen and strangled the newscaster at the other side.

"Hey, don't feel so worked up," mum's voice came from across the kitchen island as I walked in. Pulling her reading glasses down to look at me properly. "Your stepdad's a good man. He'll know exactly how to handle you."

Fantastic.

Wonderful.

Great news!

I rolled my eyes hard enough to see the back of my skull.

"Still sulking, Garnet?"

His voice came from the kitchen entrance and my whole nervous system reacted before my brain caught up with the situation, which was embarrassing and also deeply unfair.

Greg stood in the doorway shirtless.

Abs a little too defined for someone his age.

Pyjama pants hanging low on his hips and doing genuinely very little to contain the bulging situation happening at the front of them.

He had salt and pepper hair across his pumped chest.

And arms that he'd spent the last several years building in a gym while my mum paid the bills.

My p***y throbbed. Just like it did everytime he was in the same room with me. Like it needed something that only he was in possession of.

I hated my p***y.

Unfortunately, that was the ironic misery of my life.

Hating a man completely and sincerely while also being unable to stand within three feet of him without my body deciding it had its own agenda.

I'd m*********d to the memory of my stepdad's body more times than I was ever going to admit to anyone including myself.

His name had left my lips during moments that I was absolutely going to take to my grave!

Normal? Probably not.

Stopping? Also apparently not. SMH.

"Why are you asking?" I retorted. Crossing my arms and holding his gaze because looking away first felt like losing something. "It's not like you care. I'm sure you already have everything planned out… every last filthy detail."

He let out that low intimidating laugh. The one that was absolutely unbothered by my hostility.

Then he turned to my mum. "I like that she's smart... just like her mother."

He turned back to me. "Don't be scared, Garnet. It's your first time so I'll take it easy on you." He paused for exactly long enough to be deliberate about it. "At least for the first day."

"Oh, that's tomorrow sweetie," mum said, looking genuinely excited. "I'm hoping it's a good experience for you, honestly."

She always acted like she was under his spell or something. Completely convinced he could do no wrong. And it was either admirable or catastrophic depending on the hour.

"Mum," I said, hearing the horror in my own voice. "You're actually leaving me here alone with dad?"

Ugh! I hated calling him that. But I had to because it made mum happy.

She shot me that are-you-deadass stare. The one that meant she couldn't believe I was asking.

"I have a business to run, darling. These bills don't pay themselves… your tuition included." She patted my hand across the counter. "It's one week. You'll be just fine."

Greg's mouth curved into something that should not have been as attractive as it was.

"Besides, your mum's only gone a week," he said. And the way he said it was comfortable and warm and also somehow threatening in a way that landed directly between my legs. "I'm sure we can manage. Can't we, Garnet."

It wasn't a question.

Later that evening I stood on the driveway and watched the driver load mum's bags into the car while Greg stood beside me with his arms crossed looking like a man who'd been trusted with a priceless jewel.

Mum kissed my forehead and told me to be a good girl for her and I did not dignify that with a response.

I watched the car till it turned out of sight and disappeared. Until there was nothing left on the driveway except me and my stepdad and a week where he'd own me.

He turned to look at me.

Said absolutely nothing.

Just looked at me with those dark eyes and that salt and pepper beard catching the evening light.

He had on that slow wicked smile that meant he knew things I wasn't ready for and was planning to teach them to me anyway.

Then he winked.

And that was my breaking point.

I ran.

Into the house.

Up the stairs. Into my room.

Locked the door behind me and barely made it few steps toward the bed before my hand was already between my legs and my nightwear was already on the floor.

My c**t was already so swollen it was screaming.

I m*********d for the third time that day. Making a mess as my p***y soaked my fingers and thighs as I f****d myself senseless.

The orgasm hit fast and hard.

Electricity ripping through my whole nervous system.

And my stepdad's name flying out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Till it hung heavy in the air of my bedroom.

Then I stared at the ceiling. Clueless and ashamed of myself.

Tomorrow was going to be a problem...

It would be MONDAY.

Legally the first day of Free Use week!