Chapter Eighteen
Tyler
No one said anything for a long time. I guess my mother and stepfather thought that we would just leap up and down with glee at the idea of spending time together, but I was sure that wasn’t going to fucking happen.
Even though they waited patiently and ate their breakfast casually, still grinning broadly as though they had gotten the exact level of excitement they expected from us, no one said another word for a long time.
At first, the silence was weird, but eventually the strain fizzled out and we continued our meal.
Then, after a little while of acting completely normal, I heard Ashley’s father speak up, trying to revive the suggestion that now seemed dead in the water.
“Doesn’t anyone want to know where we are going?” he asked, looking around the table, between Ashley and I, who basically ignored everything that was going on. That didn’t seem to matter though, since he continued without missing a beat, “We’re going to the amusement park.”
Of course, my mother looked like he had just announced that he won the fucking lottery, always the dutiful wife, but Ashley and I seemed to have our own parallel thoughts on the subject.
I sighed and tried to get out of it by saying. “That sounds like fun, but can we take a raincheck? I’ve got to be at the gym in an hour. It’s a big day for me.”
“No,” my mother said suddenly, “you’re not going anywhere…but with us.”
I rolled my eyes. Did you guys stop screwing each other long enough to realize that you had children or something? I thought and groaned.
“A raincheck?” Ashley’s father picked up, almost immediately after my mother had shot me down. “We have been here for a month already and we haven’t done anything together as a family except a few meals here and there.”
“Maybe you would have a better concept of time if you came out of the damn bedroom every once and a while.”
At that, I felt my mother kick me hard under the table, while I heard Ashley try to muffle a laugh.
To my surprise though, my stepfather didn’t get angry. Instead, he amended, “You know what, Tyler, you’re right. Your mother and I have spent a lot of alone time with one another. We are still in the honeymoon phase, though, and it is completely normal, but I do understand. It isn’t fair that we have been neglecting you two and it is time for that to change. So, that is why today, we wanted to get everyone together and spend the day as a family.”
I shrugged, realizing that I didn’t have much choice in the matter as my eyes raised to Ashley.
It was then that I realized this might not be such a bad thing. To be fair, it was a longshot, but then again, stranger things have happened. This could be just the forced quality time that I needed with Ashley to get back in her good graces, which would rocket me back on track.
It was perfect. I had to spend time with her and more importantly, she had to spend time with me. And since we were going to be with our parents, I had to behave or risk everything going to hell.
With this all tumbling around inside my mind, I smiled at the thought and she scowled at me, before returning her attention to her father, “When are we leaving?”
“As soon as everyone is ready. Just get dressed and meet us by the car!”
In response, Ashley nodded and made her way up the stairs toward her room.
Since I was done with my breakfast and was only hanging around because I had to, I followed at a close distance behind her and disappeared into my own room before she could say anything about me being behind her.
As I changed my shirt, I looked in the mirror and checked out my biceps. Your body is truly a piece of fucking art… I thought to myself as I contemplated my moves for the day. I knew that I needed to do something that would win her attention back to me, but I had no idea what that could be.
Even though I thought I had found that sweet spot, I had learned with dismay that I was wrong. The other night had really kicked me down a few pegs and I was seriously in need of a new play.
So, after ensuring that my body was still the temple that I treated it as, I focused my attention on trying to look good, both inside and out, for Ashley.
The other night, despite my drunken thoughts, there was nothing that had discouraged me. In fact, it had only upped the reward to such a challenge.
I knew that I needed to figure out what I was going to do and I needed to figure it out fast. After all, it wasn’t every day I was handed such a gift and I had every intention of taking full advantage of it.
I’m not going to let this shit go to waste. I pulled my shirt over my head and searched around my messy room for my shoes.
I wasn’t lying when I had told Ashley’s father that I had a date with the gym today, but once I realized what an opportunity I was given, the gym, at least for the immediate moment, didn’t matter. I could do my work-out any time; now was the time to go after what I really wanted.
When I was finished getting dressed, I made my way downstairs, just as I heard the car horn blast.
I quickened my step in order to get the good seat in the car. I knew from the way up to the beach house that my stepfather liked to pack heavy on one side and therefore, I wanted to get into the car so that I could get the good side. I wasn’t quite sure how long the ride was going to be, but I was sure that I didn’t want a seat that was forced forward just enough to be annoying, so I made sure I staked my claim.
Then, when Ashley came out, I locked eyes with her and I could see the disappointment of getting the raw end of her father’s packing welling up in her eyes. She glared at me and her shoulders fell. I carefully smiled at her, made a motion as though offering up my seat and then nodded in a caring way before sliding over.
She simply glared at me as she approached, but when she got into the car, she smiled slightly and said a quiet, “Thanks,” which was plenty of encouragement for me.
I beamed at her with a dangerously debonair expression before I leaned my head back as much as I could, given the forward pointing seat. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was glorious. I couldn’t have asked for a better prospect.
Even though we didn’t speak much on the short drive to the amusement park, mostly because our entire family had literally nothing in common, I was happy to see that I had made some headway already in the pussy pursuit that I refused to give up on.
At this rate, I was sure by the end of the day, I would have her eating out of the palm of my hand and begging to go down on my dick just as soon as we were out of parental sight.
I smiled, thinking about all of the interesting places we could probably fuck and get away with it in an amusement park.
Still, I reminded myself that today was not about having sex. Rather, it was about gaining her trust.
Unless circumstances changed dramatically, i.e., she got hit in the head, had amnesia and forgot all of the shit that I did to her up until this point in our relationship, I would not be pressing for sex in any way.
Today was about proving to her that she could still have fun with me without fearing that she was going to get into trouble. That was basically the entirety of my goals and come hell or high water, whatever the hell that means, I was going to stick to that plan, knowing it was virtually the only way to reach my ultimate goal; and I was not going to rest until I had taken ahold of that goal and suffocated the life out of it with my bare hands…and other extremities, of course.