12. Janice

“What the hell do you expect me to do, Janice? Huh? You’ve known for years that my parents would never accept you; it’s nothing new. I can’t believe you’re starting this shit all over again after all this time.”

I followed him into our bedroom and slammed the door shut. How can he be this thick? Doesn’t he realize that he is the problem? He’s been using the same argument all these years and has never done anything to change things.

“This time, it’s not about me; it’s about my daughter, our daughter, your daughter. Don’t you feel ashamed? Why does that bitch’s whelp get to be recognized when….” Thwack.

“I told you not to talk about my wife and daughter.”

I held my face in shock at the slap across the face. I can’t believe he’d just hit me. And then his words sunk in. “Your wife? I am your wife. Lacey is as much your daughter as Lily is.”

“Not necessarily; Lily was wanted and planned.”

“So what’re you saying?”

“I’m saying we both know how Lacey came to be. Look, let’s drop this before we say things that we ought not to, okay? Look at it this way: you’ve had a good life for twenty-five years off of one hole you poked in a condom. That’s more than a thousand percent return.”

“I can’t believe you’re saying this to me. I warned you...”

“I don’t care, don’t you get it? Our daughter is a joke, not just because of what happened today, but because of the life she lives, the life you encouraged her to live.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that she learned how to be a bitch from the best. A slut, a prostitute.” Now, it was my turn to smack him across the face. He grabbed my arm and twisted it painfully before dragging me over to the bed.

I fought him while he tore off my clothes and bit his shoulder before he pulled my hair and slapped me. I knew what was coming, and my panties got wet. You couldn’t do this with your precious Elizabeth; that’s why you fell into my clutches, you bastard.

He dragged me around the room until we got to the bed, where he sat and pulled me down over his knees. I felt the sting of his hand as it connected with my bare ass, and I cried out in pain and pleasure.

By the time he threw me face down on the mattress and drove his cock into me, my ass was red, and my pussy was on fire. At least we still have this, if nothing else. I can still control him with this, along with other things.

His vanilla bitch wife can’t blame me because she didn’t know how to keep her husband satisfied. If she’d let him fuck her up the ass, maybe he wouldn’t have come looking for me. If she’d been half the woman I am, she would still be together with him in their happy little home.

I let him do as he pleased since there’s really no stopping him when he gets like this, but my mind was miles away even as I came when he smacked my clit.

Because the thoughts in my head were just as much a turn-on as having my husband fuck me hard from behind. I know exactly how I’m going to get back at my in-laws and give my daughter what she wants and rightfully deserves in the process.

* * *

These bastards.They have all of this and still begrudge me and my daughter a little piece of the pie. I should’ve taken care of this a long time ago before my daughter became old enough to understand anything.

I never should’ve let them treat me the way they did. I should’ve made my husband confront them and accept us. We’ve been married longer than he’d been with his ex-wife, but they still cling to her like she’s the one he’s married to.

There’s no difference between her and me; we’re both women, and both gave them a grandchild. I should’ve had a boy; I bet they would’ve accepted me then, and she would’ve been out. I regret every day that my child was born a girl because I know that had I had a son, they would’ve kicked Lily and Elizabeth to the wayside a long time ago. But I’ve got a daughter the same as she does; I’m the one their son chose, and yet they can’t let go of the past.

It would’ve been different had their bond been one of financial necessity, but it’s not. The two families aren’t in any kind of business together; they just like her as a person, which pisses me off. All I ever did was love their son; what’s so wrong with that?

She got all the holidays and special anniversaries while I got arguments and was left at home alone with our child while he went wherever his parents bid him to. That used to hurt like an open wound before I learned that they still owned everything.

The house we live in was in their names; the business, although he’d been running it for years now, was in their name, everything. My husband makes a good living. He has his inheritance, which his family gave him when they disowned him sort of and told him it was the last thing they would do for him. So am I supposed to wait for them to die before I can live like they do?

I don’t know why I didn’t realize before that there’s a difference between being rich and being wealthy. Elizabeth is wealthy. She came from wealth and married wealth. I came from practically nothing compared to her.

My husband used to be in the same bracket as her, but since we got married, he’s been stuck squarely in the rich lane. We can do lots of things, sure, but she and her daughter can do way more. That’s why I used to take her things for my Lacey when she was younger and then claim she’d lost them.

That was until that bitch exposed everything, and we were made to give back everything of value or face jail time. I hated Lily more since then. I mean, I’ve always hated her; she represents everything that is wrong in my life.

She has a better pedigree than my daughter because of me; she has those exotic looks that people were always going on about, even when she was a toddler, while my Lacey was always being overlooked.

Her mother dressed her like a little princess while my taste ran more modern. Of course, people couldn’t help comparing, and I was always coming up short. How was I supposed to accept that? I needed an outlet for my anger, and that’s why I did the things to her that I did.

I don’t see what the big deal is; it could’ve been worse. There are some stepparents who actually kill their spouse’s kids, and if I thought I could get away with it, I would’ve done it a long time ago.

But I knew if I did anything to her that they could see or be aware of, her mother and grandparents on both sides would’ve paid the judge to give me the death penalty. Didn’t they almost have me prosecuted when the truth came out? My husband had to pay a pretty penny to make that go away.

Everyone is always rallying around those two, the mother and daughter, and they’re always playing the victim. I know if my in-laws would only give me a chance, they’d see that they like me as much as they like her.

They should feel guilt over the fact that my Lacey has failed because of their treatment. Now their son wants to blame me when it’s his family who’s responsible. If they had shown Lacey half the care they showed Lily she would be thriving just like her sister.

Now Lily has a job with their company and will probably always have a place there, while my poor baby can’t even walk ten feet in front of the building. So they deserve what I’m about to do.

I can’t believe how easy it was to get into their place. I waited until dark and stole the keys from my husband’s briefcase, where he always kept them. He was out cold after our afternoon sex fest and won’t roll over until morning. Lacey, as far as I know, was at home in bed, sulking.

I pulled up to the gate and, unlocked it with the remote I found in my husband’s car and drove down the driveway. I knew the code to their door because I’d seen it once or twice where he had it jotted down since he always forgets those things.

Once inside, I was bummed that there were a few doors that wouldn’t open, but I lucked out in the master suite upstairs in one of the closets. There wasn’t much there. I wasn’t interested in clothes and minks, not this time around, and I didn’t bring anything big enough to take away bigger items. But what I did find was almost too perfect.

* * *

GRAYSON

* * *

“Dammit!”I forgot to turn off my phone, and the devil went down to Georgia started playing again. Lacey calling for about the tenth time in the last two hours. I was busy fucking my girl once again to the image of her in that dress when she looked over her shoulder at me with those eyes. “Answer it!”

What’s she up to now? I reached over her back to get to the phone, and that drove my cock in even deeper, hitting her spot, which sent her off as soon as I said hello. I had to cover her mouth with my hand so she didn’t give us away.

“What is it, Lacey? I’m busy.”

“You’re always busy. I need you to come over to my house right now.”

“No!”

“What do you mean no?”

“Just what I said, I’m busy. Besides, I’m not in town.”

I ran my hand down Lily’s back as she pushed back on my cock. She seemed wetter somehow, and I finally figured out why she’d told me to answer the call. She was getting off on this. “Hold on a minute, Lacey.” I put the phone face down on the bed beside us and went back to fucking.

I’m not sure she could hear anything on my end, but we could hear her warbled voice screeching about something. Lily went wild on my cock, so I’m guessing we hit the trifecta today. Booze, mood, and revenge. That’s what does it for her.

I didn’t care one way or the other; I was too engrossed in the feel of her tight pussy and the knowledge that it was mine for the rest of my life. Nothing gives me more joy than knowing that. So if she gets a kick out of leaving her sister on hold while we fuck, that’s what Im gonna give her.

I finally answered Lacey after Lily and I came, but she was gone by then and I didn’t bother calling back.

* * *

LACEY

* * *

“Mom?”Where did she go? I thought I heard her out there just now. Oh well, Grayson isn’t in town, which means he’s not with Lily since she was here this afternoon. I think I’m worrying about nothing. Didn’t Dad say he was the one to introduce them not too long ago at their graduation?

All the same, I’m too worked up to get any rest. I need something to take the edge off. I went back to my room and grabbed my phone before making my way downstairs. He answered on the second ring. “I was waiting for your call.”

“Meet me at our place in twenty minutes.”

My juices were already starting to flow as I ran and hopped into my car. I got there in half the time, and he wasn’t too far behind. “I don’t have time for foreplay, fuck me hard, deep and fast.”

We didn’t even make it inside; he just took me down right there in the dirt outside the old, broken-down farmhouse and gave me what I wanted. “Hurt me.” He gripped my hair in his fist and pulled until my neck snapped back, then slapped my ass hard while fucking me hard from behind.

I went blind with pleasure as the reality of what we were doing and had been doing for years washed through me. I don’t know why I’m so wild unless the whispers are true, and Mom used to be a wild child herself.

She doesn’t know that I’ve heard the stories; there’s no need to tell her that I know. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they were all true. Where else would I have picked this up from? This wildness that makes me do things no rational person would do.

The stupid therapist I’d been sent to claimed there was nothing wrong with me, that all the things I did were by choice, and that I was just a selfish person who lacked empathy for others. But what does that bitch know? She didn’t have to live my reality.

I felt empty after I came the third or fourth time and pounded the ground as I cried and screamed. I always get like this after we fuck. The shame and the repulsion for myself and him always break me down.

I pulled off his cock and turned around, and smacked him. He smacked me back just like I knew he would; he always does. I hit him harder, and he dragged me up from the ground and kissed me. My juices were on the go again.

I wrapped my legs around him, and he backed me into the side of the old farmhouse and fucked me again. “Do you think my son will ever fuck you this good?” I came at his words and bit into his neck. He can explain to his wife how it got there. It wouldn’t be the first time.