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Nobody has ever kept such a careful catalogue of these small details, and emotion clogs my throat for a moment, making it difficult to swallow.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper when I manage to get the first bite down.
“Anything for you, princess.”
The rest of dinner passes in much the same way, with him feeding me little bites of my favorite foods from our trip. Each bite is a memory, and as my stomach fills with rich, decadent food, my heart also fills with an emotion so close to love I could almost mistake it for such if it weren’t for the circumstances that brought me here.
And it’s not just Jasper I’m feeling so warmly towards by the time the final course is cleared. As the wine and food flows—well, for the adults anyway, Victoria and I are only allowed water and juice—so does the conversation and laughter.
Uncle Evan, I learn, has a particular fondness for horses and he owns several he plans to bring to the island once construction is complete. He also has a wicked sense of humor that cuts to the bone of whoever he directs his barbs at.
It doesn’t escape my notice that those barbs are never directed at myself or Victoria.
Then there’s Uncle Gideon. At first, it would be easy to assume he’s simply shy. But as I watch him, I realize nothing could be farther from the truth. There isn’t a moment that passes where he isn’t watching everyone at the table, taking note of our actions and reactions. As a result, he’s the one who catches me when I try to hide my vegetables in my napkin when Jasper’s head is turned. All it takes is a frown and a shake of his head for the guilt to sit heavy in my chest as I dump the vegetables back onto my plate with a sigh.
Victoria is seated between her Daddy and Auntie Cat, and while the former’s attention is reserved mostly for his Little girl,Auntie Cat tries to balance her attentions between us. Fussing over Victoria when she bites into a particularly hot piece of beef, then sending me a wink when I eat my vegetables without further incident.
And at the center of it all, there’s Jasper. My stepbrother is in his element, cracking jokes and telling stories about our lives together over the past decade. But his attention never strays far from me, and he always ensures I’ve eaten my fill of whatever course we’re on before he clears his own plate. When he’s not feeding me, he’s touching me, either taking my hand in his own or running his fingers over my sleek curls.
I’ve never felt so… cherished as I do in this very moment.
What am I supposed to make of that? How am I supposed to reconcile these sweet touches, the thoughtful meal, with the man who has taken such perverse pleasure in my pain and humiliation over the past twenty-four hours?
I’m still rolling the dichotomy of it around in my mind when Jasper rises from his chair. “Thank you all for joining us this evening to welcome my sweet little Juju to the island. We have one more course before we enjoy our dessert this evening.”
I count back in my mind and frown. Dessert should be the next course. So what could he possibly mean?
Before I can ask, he slides the tray of my highchair to the side and unbuckles me from the seat, lifting me into the air.
“On your knees, princess,” he says as he lowers me onto the table facing our guests.
Victoria is out of her highchair as well, eyes wide as her Daddy strips her diaper from her and passes it off to one of Jasper's staff lurking in the shadows. I watch, equal parts curious and horrified as Uncle Max frees his cock from his dress pants before settling Victoria on his lap. She gasps, her head falling back on his shoulder as his hands come up to free her pert little breasts from the top of her dress.
I’m so fascinated by them, I don’t notice Jasper undressing me the same way until I feel the cool air brush over my exposed bottom. With a gasp of my own, I tug my dress down in what I already know will be a useless attempt at modesty.
“Hands on the table in front of you, princess.”
“What are you doing?”
Behind me, Jasper chuckles, and soon the sound makes its way around the table. And as I listen to it travel, my gaze follows, and I realize that Uncle Max is not the only oneenjoyingthe show Jasper and I are putting on for them.
Uncle Gideon and Uncle Evan have their cocks out as well, their hands wrapped around their thick lengths, leisurely stroking themselves. And Auntie Cat’s sparkly red dress is hiked up around her hips, her legs splayed and her eyes locked on my face as she runs her perfectly manicured finger tips between her glistening pussy lips
I should be horrified. Some part of me realizes that. But that part is buried beneath the realization that they are all watchingme. Pleasuring themselves tome.
Four of the most powerful people in the entire world are seated at this table. And every single one of them is fixated on me.
What a fuckingrush.
Riding on the high of that realization, I lower my hands to the table, bracing myself on all fours. And when Jasper flips my dress back up, exposing my most intimate parts to the entire room, I watch as everyone at the table responds in some way, sighing or groaning as they move their hands more quickly over their cocks and pussies.
“My sweet little stepsister,” Jasper murmurs from behind me, a moment before his lips press against my right bottom cheek. “Do you see what you do to us, princess?”
I do. And I love it. “Yes, Daddy.”
Another kiss, this time to the opposite cheek. “I’m going to fuck you now. In front of our family. And you’re going to show your uncles and your auntie how pretty you look when you come all over Daddy’s cock. Can you do that for me, princess?”
Though he asks it as a question, I’m aware he isn’t really giving me a choice. “Yes, Daddy.”