Cecylia's villa. Warsaw, Poland
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"Did you get your fake ID, Honeyboom?" My best friend, Cecylia, asked me as I arrived at her mansion, where she lives with her father, uncle Krystian, who used to be my dad's, Jacek, best friend before he died when I was 10, almost 7 years ago. She only lives with him because her mom, Kamila, also died when she was 10.
And guess what? Her mom and my dad were having an affair and died together in a car accident. How amazing is that? We're both fucked up mentally since then.
My mom, Eleonora, on the other hand, is now married to my father's sister, Monika, and they have been together for three years now. They even adopted my little brother Cyryl, who's 2 years old now, when he was a months old, he's a cute ginger like me and my aunt/stepmom (and my dad too) with striking blue eyes like my mom. He'll turn 3 years soon, though he looks and acts older than that, like I did too when I was a toddler.
It's a mess, specially because mom and Monika were hooking up in secret when dad was still alive, and I know that because I saw it happening. Just as I saw my dad cheating with aunt Kamila.
The only loyal person in this whole thing was uncle Krystian. Though he can't be taken as seriously, as his morals are grey, given how he's fucking his daughter.
Yes. Cecylia and uncle Krystian began fucking five months ago, after he took her virginity when she drank a bit and decided to be vocal about the dark attraction she felt for him and made a move on him while naked. He happened to be as fucked up as she is, as he gave in and fucked her raw. He even came inside, and he's still doing that.
She made me know the unfortunate details.
See? Morally grey. They both are.
I mean, her dad is extremely hot and look young, since both him and my parents had us when they were around 17-18 years old. So, he's young and hot. And she's been obsessed with him since I can remember, so I get it and I won't judge my friend.
She doesn't need judgement. It's not like that will make her and her dad stop fucking.
Definitely not, when she told me she's already addicted to his cock. Which is weird as fuck to even think about it.
Well, while she's fucking her dad, I'm a virgin. For now. I'll be handing my V-card to a hot man tonight. I waited until I got my driver's license and a fake ID for that. My mothers even gave me a black Mercedes G-Wagon as a present for getting my driver's license.
"Hell yeah, Jam-Jam," I waved the fake ID at her as I locked my car and walked towards the entry of her home. I told mom I would be crashing in here tonight, and that I would only go back on Sunday, and it's Friday now.
"Name, name, name!"
"Dakota Wiktoria Radwańska," we are Polish, so our names have an extra fancy spice to it. "I am now, 21. And if my man asks me, I'll tell him I'm a college student and coursing Architecture school, which is true. I'm technically only lying about my name and age. I may still be 16 as of today, but I'm not a high schooler anymore, so it isn't that bad."
"Zofya, sweetheart," uncle Krystian come to us as Cecylia locked the door, his hands going to her waist, as he knows I know about them and am okay with it, "it's good to see that you finally got your driver's license, took you pretty much a year."
That made Cecylia chuckled, "She was procrastinating, love." They are pretty much dating... in secret, of course.
"Not procrastinating, I was just focusing on other things, but that will change now. Look, look, I even got a fake ID."
He took it and looked at it, "Cool. I had one too when I was 16. My fake name was Dariusz Grycz."
"Well that sounds cool. Now I have a car, a driver's license, and a fake ID," I beamed.
"Lia told me you plan on losing your V-card."
That got me gasping in embarrassment, "It's true. And as I'm aiming for someone at least 4 to 9 years older, I need the fake ID."
A nod, "Lia will get you ready. If Elle calls, I'll tell her you two are bing watching Game of Thrones."
"Ugh, you're the best, uncle Krystian!"
"I know, I know," he winked and turned Cecylia to him, then kissed her lips tenderly. "It's 5pm, get her ready until 9pm. You have four hours, and then you're mine."
She blushed, getting on the tip of her toes to deepen the kiss, "Yes, love," then she turned to me. "Come on, Honeyboom, let me get you ready to go, because you ain't the only one getting laid tonight."
"Well, you've been getting laid all the time, this will me my first, it's different, Jam-Jam," I pouted, crossing my arms with her as we walked upstairs to her old room that was turned into a closet, now that she's sleeping in the master bedroom with uncle Krystian.
"Yeah, yeah, come on. I already picked a look for you. We're the same height but your legs are longer, so, I chose a Versace long silk dark red dress that will be all tight to your curves, lift your thick ass, mark your toned legs, your tiny waist, your big breasts with the cleavage cut, and has a slit that goes from the middle of the right thigh until the end of it and will look incredibly sexy on you. Plus the Saint Laurent black 15cm heels to lift you up, because you're fishing a tall men."
"Sounds perfect. Make me look at least 19, Jam-Jam."
"Oh, I will, Honeyboom. Come on, your pretty ginger waves that are around your ass won't get ready alone. I'll do my best to also make your peridot green eyes shine bright."
Wavy texture of hair from mom, orange ginger hair and peridot green eyes from dad, siren-eyed shape and small ears from mom, pearl white skin and full round pouty lips and insane long eyelashes from dad, straight full eyebrows and dimples on cheeks from mom, color of eyebrows and dimples on lips from dad, curves from mom, breasts from dad's side, tiny waist and thick ass and legs from mom's side, freckles from dad, small pointy snub nose from mom.
They were always genius, extremely smart and academically talented, and I also got that. As well as dad's passion for books, literature, Architecture, baking, playing piano, ice skating, cars, basketball, football, and hokey; and mom's passion for cooking, dancing, gymnastics, house decoration, conspiracy theories. Just as their mutual love for other languages and travelling.
My genes did me good.
The bad part is that I also took their stubbornness, bad temper, impatience, possessiveness, apex self-esteem, smart mouth and silver tongue, and the OCD that makes me a bit of a perfectionist and a control freak. Did I mention the ADHD both had and I got it, too? These traits can be a nightmare.
The prettiest nightmare ever, but a nightmare nonetheless.
Thankfully I didn't took their proneness to cheating, and instead, I got the trauma and horror of the idea of being cheated on.
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"You are smoking hot, Honeyboom," Cecylia beamed as I twirled around, after she finished my hair, my make up in shades of red and black, and added all those obsidian back jewels on.
Plus my sharp nails polished in glittery black, because glitter is life.
Spraying my strawberry perfume from Dolce & Gabbana on my wrists, neck, behind my ears, in my breasts, lower belly, upper thighs, ankles, and over my entire body, I put it inside my black Saint Laurent clutch.
That is, with the dark red strawberry-flavored lipstick, my fake ID, driver's license, and phone. And of course, a strong pepper spray and English knuckles of obsidian, because it's always good to be prepared. Lastly, I added my car keys.
"Sweet baby Jesus, Jam-Jam, I can't believe I'll get laid tonight."
"Yes, you will, Honeyboom. Brushed your teeth?"
"Thrice!"
"Check. Deodorant?"
"Sprayed twice, strawberry scented!"
"Check, check. This back lingerie you have underneath will make him go nuts. You are really hot, Honeyboom," she clapped her hands excitedly. "Are you taking two spare panties in case you stay the weekend on his place?"
"I have five on my car," I winked.
"That's my girl. Are you taking mint candies?"
"Also on my car. Strawberry flavored though!"
Cecylia chuckled, "Of course they are, because there ain't nobody as addicted to strawberries as you in this whole planet."
I pouted, "But it's good."
She slapped my ass, "Come on, let's head down."
With a knock on the door, uncle Krystian walked in. "Looking pretty, Zofya. My Lia did a good job on you, she has fairy hands."
My best friend turned strawberry red, "Aye, love, I'll get shy."
I rolled my eyes, "Shy my ass. Okay, okay, I'll leave so you two can enjoy your forbidden romance troupe," taking my clutch and a deep breath, I kissed her cheek and sent a flying kiss to uncle Krystian. "No need to walk me out. The door will lock as soon as I leave either away."
"Thank you, Honeyboom, you're the best."
I winked, "I am, aren't I?"
Uncle Krystian chuckled, "Egocentric as always. You definitely took that from both your families. They are all like that. And your mom wasn't even the most egocentric out of all her five other siblings."
"So, I've heard. Legends of the smartass sisters and brothers my mom has in England, whom I have no recollection of ever meeting. Either way, I've always been closer to dad's family than hers, and that's because dad's main family was solely of him and his sister, who is now my... step mother, though there's dad's uncles and aunts, his cousins and their kids, and my grandparents," I chuckled anxiously. "Oh boy, this will never not be weird. You're more my uncle than all the uncles I have and the ones I never even saw."
"I know, I'm amazing!"
"We all have a big ego, I see," I joked and opened the door. "Thank you for lying with me. It means a lot."
"Aye, let's not be emotional right now, Honeyboom. It's time for you to get nasty and naughty, so go get laid. You wanted to do that at 16, and you will turn 17 in two weeks and a half, tonight is your grand night. Make sure he's a tall one!"
"Yes, don't go for the shorties," uncle exclaimed. "Be careful with the alcohol, Zofya."
"I will. And my type is tall man," winking, I closed the door and walked down the stairs and out of there, going to my car. Taking off my heels to drive because comfort is everything while driving.