Moonlight Games [part 1]

It’s been six months now, since my mom caught my dad sleeping with another woman. Our family – which is me, my mom and dad, plus our dog but he didn’t really get a vote – went through all kinds of emotion before my mother decided she didn’t want to leave my father. In my opinion, my dad should’ve left her.

It’s not like I don’t know my father was wrong and an asshole for sleeping with another woman. It’s just that I understand. I can’t even remember the last time my mother showed him any affection. She has the symptoms of a workoholic and I don’t think she will ever be cured from it.

I’ve seen my dad work his ass off to be the perfect husband, to be the perfect man for her. I don’t blame him for cracking and falling for someone who saw his warmth and kindness and passion. My father is a writer and spends all his time at home. I love him, but since I finished school it has become a bit too much to spend every day around him. I got a job but got fired on my 18th birthday last week – heaven knows why. I thought I did my job pretty well.

“Dad? I’m home.” I threw my keys on the table and took of my jacket.

“Hey darling.” My dad’s voice came from upstairs. “How’d it go?”

I sighed and moved closer to the stairs. “I didn’t get the job."

My dad came down, looked at me and frowned when he saw the expression on my face.

“I’m sorry, Lana. I know how much you wanted this job. You will find something, I promise.” He lifted his hand and brushed against my cheek.

I sighed again and shrugged, “I guess. I just wish I never got fired in the first place. Job hunting is a pain. I’ll be in my room.”

“Alright darling. I know how much it sucks. What do you want for dinner tonight? It’ll be just the two of us, mom is working late again.”

“Don’t care.” I dragged myself upstairs. “Wake me up if I’m sleeping.”

“Will do. I’m here if you want to talk.”

“Thanks,” I said before going into my room and closing the door. I laid down in my bed and put the pillow over my face.

See, that’s another thing. I’ve been suffering from mild depression off and on for a few years now, but ever since my parents have been having so much trouble, it has gotten worse. My chronic insomnia got too bad for me to handle and I went to see a doctor about it. After trying two different kind of sleeping pills, I know have one I like. An elephant could walk over me, and I probably still wont wake up from it. It’s heavenly when you’ve missed so much sleep as I have.

The side effects however, I don’t enjoy very much. I get sleepy at random hours of the day now and oh god - the dizziness.

Softly I begin to drift off and just when I decide to sit back up to not fall asleep, hands are pulling my shoulders.

“Lana? Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, baby.”

“Wha-what?” I blink a few times against the light in the hallway, shining into my room. “A few minutes?”

“You’ve been asleep, darling.”

I frown and look puzzled at my dad. His dark eyes show concern. “I was?”

He nods and pulls me up. “You might not need those pills much longer.”

After we’re done eating, I help my dad clean up the kitchen. It’s become a routine to do the dishes together, even when my mom does come home for dinner. I used to do it by myself, but I guess my father felt bad about that.

“Tomorrow, you’ll have the house for yourself until the late afternoon. I am helping Charlie move out.”

I bit my lip. Charlie was my father’s best friend, and the father of one of my best friends. He caught his wife cheating on him and was devestated about it. Only a week after finding out, he decided to end the relationship. His daughter Yuliya was extremely upset about it and it hurt me every time my father mentioned him moving out.

“Alright. I haven’t talked to Yuliya in a few days. I’m surprised she hasn’t called me to tell me her father is moving out.” I nearly let a plate slip as my thoughts wandered off to my friend.

“Maybe you can call her tomorrow, see is she needs a shoulder to cry on,” my father suggested.

We finished doing the dishes and watched a movie together, until my mother came home. I quickly went upstairs after greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. The whole atmosphere changed whenever my mother came home and I didn’t like it one bit.

The next morning I woke up to the joy of an empty house. I felt happy when I could walk around the hallway naked, from my room into the bathroom and back. It gave me a sense of freedom and there was something erotic about it.

Every once in a while, I would pick a different room in the house to masturbate in. Doing it somewhere it wasn’t supposed to happen, made it incredibly sexy to me. This time, I picked my dad’s office.It was the room in the back of the second floor, close to my own bedroom. It was a small room that only held his desk, chair and a large bookshelf that took up half the room. I dropped my towel and sat behind the mahogany desk. I put one leg up and touched my already wet pussy, my other hand cupping my small breast.

I looked around the room as I pictured my dad sitting here, working on his writing or reading a book to get away from my mom. It wasn’t neccesarily the thought of my dad that got me wet. It was just so naughty doing this, here.

My gaze fell on a book in front of me on the desk. It had a blank cover and my curiosity took over. I set up straight and picked up the book to open it.

From the looks of it, it was my dad's diary. The sudden rush of adrenaline surprised me. It felt wrong to read his diary – wrong in a very good way. Excitement took over and some sick part of me wished to find some secret sexual fantasies, some details on how he cheated on my mom.

I flipped through a few pages, not finding much interesting until I got to the newer entries.

Martha found out about the girl. Shit, I knew I should never have taken Jess home. Should’ve kept it in the car, but she was so eager to come home with me and she reminded me so much of her. I wanted her to suck my cock in the privacy of my own home, to fullfil my fantasy a little bit more.

I love Martha. I really do. But we’re not lovers anymore. God knows I’ve tried to make it work. I wish we could agree to see other people. The thought of having to jack off to porn again depresses me. The thought of never seeing Jess again is devestating. Man, that girl knew how to give head. She had the most adorable perky little breasts. Her long hair so similar to Lana’s.

Shock went through me like a knife. Is that really Myname?

Yes, yes it was my name. I was being compared to a woman my dad used to fuck. How was I supposed to take this? What did he mean by this? Did she turn him on because she looked like me?

I flipped through another few pages until a saw my name again. The first sentence alone horrified me.

Watched Lana sleep, tonight. The medication is really doing it’s job. I wonder… I dare not even say or write it.

I watched her and thought about it. I might’ve been there a whole hour before I got up and left. It was hard to walk away.

She never closes her curtains. The moonlight hit her face and she looked beautiful.
I must not do it again.

My breathing hitched as I flipped the pages again.

I did it. Finally, for the first time. I feel extatic but I also feel guilty and horrified at myself. I haven’t violated her, have I?

Lana slept again, tonight. I watched her and within a few minutes, I was already hard. She had her white shirt on and her dark hair covered part of her neck. I brushed it away and touched her bare skin, softly.

I don’t know what came over me, but I unzipped my pants and I grabbed my cock and it only took me a few seconds to cum. I made sure I shot my load into my hand.

I. Feel. Amazing. … and I am sick.

I stared at the page, my gaze shifting between the words ‘cock’ and ‘cum’.

I felt like I was going to be sick and throw up or cry and scream. But I also felt intrigued and I couldn’t ignore the burning heat between my legs. I had never been this turned on in my entire life.

My hand was shaking as I slowly reached down and placed a finger on my clit, with my other hand turning the page again.

I started rubbing my clit as I continued reading.