Camilla Von Ascherberg is wicked.
So wicked that a logical person like me is confused about whether there is magic in this world or not.
If yes, she is the origin of every magic.
Doesn't matter if it's light or black magic.
She is allowed to possess me.
My body, my heart, and my soul are hers.
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That's it.
I didn't know what exactly I was feeling before, but now that I am possessed,
I know exactly what I want.
I want her.
I want Camilla Von Ascherberg.
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It's been more than twenty minutes since I left Camilla's room.
But those memories are running in my head continuously...
Her cries. Her tiny nipples. Her hands gripping on my hair while my fingers fuck her pretty little kitty.
Fuck. She was so fucking good.
I'm already addicted to how sweet she tasted on my fingers.
I fucking want more of it.
I want to taste her on my tongue.
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I have kissed before. I've been engaged in sexual activities too, but...
But nothing compares to the kiss I had with Camilla.
It wasn't just a kiss.
It was my birth. And I will die every day just to get reborn again and again.
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I should have stayed and given her what she wanted.
Being someone's first kiss must be the biggest privilege we can ask for.
You become the reason they feel those heavenly feelings for the first time.
And I'm honored that I was Camilla's first ever kiss.
First and last.
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I came downstairs in the living room hoping I'd get someone to annoy. If I don't, I'd wake everyone up and make them talk to me all night.
I know Jeremy and Sofia were almost about to sleep earlier, but I doubt Lia is asleep. She can't waste her vacation time by sleeping...
And I bet she will not let any of us sleep...
Hopefully,
I was right.
Here is everyone sitting in the living room, chilling on the big, vintage sofa with drinks and cold drinks. Drinks for adults, cold drinks for teenagers.
Mom would never let me drink till I turned 18. Dad wouldn't mind, but also he wouldn't dare to cross what Mom says.
"Where were you, Goofy?" Dahlia was standing in the middle, wearing the pink-bunny onesie while holding an empty wine bottle. I guess they are playing a game. "I even came to your room, but you weren't there."
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I was in Camilla's room.
Digging my fingers into her.
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"I was in the bath," I lied. Everyone except me and Camilla was present in the room, and I couldn't stop thinking about how quickly Aunt Jules can notice these disappearances. But fortunately, she looked half-drunk right now.
"We're playing a truth or dare; do you want to play?" Dahlia swayed the wine bottle while dancing in tiny.
"Is that a question? Hell yes." I jumped at her, wrapping my arms around her neck and pretending to strangle her. "What's with the onesies? Is that tonight's uniform or what?" I looked around where everyone was wearing onesies for the night.
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Aunt Jules was wearing the onesie of Jessica the rabbit. And I already know Uncle Josh will print this outfit of Aunt Jules in the Vogue magazine.
On the other hand,
Here's the list of onesies worn by my big weird family.
Mom: Tweety onesie,
Aunt Stella—Unicorn onesie
Aunt Bridget—Nimo onesie.
Sofia—Kitty onesie.
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But that wasn't the funny part. The funny part is the onesies worn by my dashing and masculine men. Except for Uncle Josh, every other man looked like they were forced to wear those onesies by a knife on their wives neck.
Let me give you the list of men's onesies.
Uncle Josh—Jerry the mouse onesie.
Dad: Tigger onesie.
Jeremy: Winnie-the-Pooh onesie.
Uncle Christian—Tom onesie.
And the funniest and most hilarious was Uncle Rhys wearing the Pink Panther onesie.
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"Go wear the remaining onesie on the table." Dahlia pointed at the corner table, and I knew right away that it was her plan to make everyone wear the onesies.
If not for Dahlia or Aunt Stella, Uncle Christian would have accepted to sit naked the whole night but to wear that onesie.
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I changed into the only onesie that remained on the table and returned to the place while they had already started to spin the bottle.
"I'm the prettiest Mickey Mouse in history, don't you think?" I praised myself for how good that Mickey Mouse onesie looks on me. Sometimes, I do sound like a complete Uncle Josh.
"Josh, stop feeding my son your genes!" Dad's cold expression remained the same even when Uncle Josh showed him the middle finger secretly while hiding it from Sofia.
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I found an empty space beside Uncle Rhys, and for a moment I was so nervous to sit beside him. I am not afraid of him or anything, but—
I just finger-fucked his precious diamond daughter. It's kind of awkward. He'd be furious once he finds out about me and Camilla.
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I am not going to hurt Camilla. I'd throw myself off of the cliff before I did that.
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"Hello, Pinky..." I put on my casual tone to avoid any concerned reaction my face must be showing, and Uncle Rhys's stern face only grew sterner.
"Little Volkov, do you want to die by my hands or what?" He put his muscular, rock-like arm on my shoulder and pulled me closer. I laughed and tried to escape through his death grip, but it's almost impossible.
"Why are you threatening him, Larsen? Anyone would agree on how pink you look tonight." Uncle Christian never misses the chance to roast Uncle Rhys. It's like he just seeks an opportunity to do that. "Are you sure you weren't auditioning for the movie Barbie?"
"You're the one to say Mr. three-piece Brioni suit?" Uncle Rhys answered back with the same intensity, freeing my neck from the death grip.
"At least I'm not a Pink Panther." Uncle Christian smirked, leisurely sipping on his wine.
"At least I have never said something and eaten those words a day later." The war started between Uncle Rhys and Uncle Christian while Uncle Josh was taking pictures of Aunt Jules.
Dad sat as bored as always but smiled every time Mom said something that wasn't even funny.
"Dad. Are you done with your 'more important than a global warming' issue?" Dahlia walked to Uncle Christian and threw herself on him. Uncle Christian took her in his arms while kissing her on her head in a row. "I'm trying to start the game!"
"Sorry, Caterpillar. Let's start." Uncle Christian gave her the satisfactory smile while Dahlia bit on his bicep, putting her head on his shoulder a second later.
"Where's Cami?" Aunt Stella asked. Her eyes adored the pair of father and daughter who have started a little boxing session on the sofa.
Well, Dahlia was the only one to punch Uncle Christian's stomach, pinch his bicep, and bite his cheeks. Uncle Christian only returned her attacks with tickles and kisses.
"She went to change her clothes." Aunt Bridget said, pulling up the onesie cap on Uncle Rhys's head. Now, he even has the panther ears!
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So Camilla came downstairs.
Good.
I was in the room and in the bath for twenty minutes. I expected Camilla to fall asleep, but it looks like she has managed to come downstairs even after a little heated session we had in her room.
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"Moonlight, don't drink too many cold drinks. You'll catch the cold." Dad is concerned for Sofia. He still sees her as a five-year-old girl.
Sofia walked and sat between Dad and Uncle Josh. Both of them kissed her on her head as their reflex action and eternal right.
Well, yes. It is their eternal right. One of them calls her Moonlight, and the other one calls her Pink. And both of them mean 'I love you.'
I can't imagine the reaction of Uncle Josh and Dad when Sofia starts to date. But I can tell that boy has to go through three stages.
First, Sofia's homesickness.
Second, Dad's coldness.
And third, the most important. Uncle Josh's sassiness.
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Sofia pulled up Tigger onesie's cap on Dad's head and made him do something cute for her. And it sounds weird, but Dad didn't think twice to pout for her. I know Dad will do anything for Sofia. Anything.
Once, when Mom and I went out for her shopping, Dad played the 'Beauty Parlor' game with little Sofia. He actually let her put makeup on him. When we returned home, Dad was wearing Sofia's plastic crown, fairy wings, and pink lipstick.
Mom and I laughed for straight two hours that day. Mom even has a bunch of Dad's photos wearing Sofia's stuff. She even posted one of them on her social media, but it automatically disappeared a few hours later.
I know Dad has promised Uncle Christian a lifetime of loyalty and support to roast Uncle Rhys. Just to make disappear that one photo of Dad Mom posted on Instagram.
Dad could've just asked her to delete it, but no. Dad would never.
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"Jerry, I love you! I love you so much!" Aunt Jules shouted. Wine has climbed up on her head much enough.
She always drunk confess everyone. She even told me once how she traded Mom's bikini photos with Dad for Uncle Josh's Netflix subscription.
"Which Jerry are you talking about, Red?" Uncle Josh got up from his place and showed off his Jerry-the-mouse onesie. He has already moved to Aunt Jules and started annoying her by pulling her onesie's tail.
"My Jerry, my Baby bibi doo!" Aunt Jules sent Jeremy a thousand flying kisses while Jeremy slammed his palm on his head.
I know what he is thinking...
'They're my parents, or am I theirs?'
The Chen family is the funniest and most cozy family you can ever ask for.
Super cool mom, super fun dad, and super calm child. Perfect combination.
"Jerry, I love you. I love you so fucking much. You know it, right?" Aunt Jules was about to cry, but
"I know, Mom." Jeremy nodded with the tiniest smile. "I love you too."
"Oh my god, you were so little when your head was stuck between my tiny-tiny-pussy while Joshy was delivering you...." Aunt Jules wasn't half-drunk; she was wasted! She was wasted to understand anything she was saying. But everyone is used to it now.
"Mom?!" Jeremy literally covered his whole face with embarrassment.
"My dearest husband just knows how to work between legs; it doesn't matter if it means to deliver a baby or put one in...." Aunt Jules pulled Uncle Josh closer and kissed him hard.
She's 'The' Aunt Ambrose. I couldn't expect less from her.
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While all their bickering, chit-chatting, and love-making went on, my eyes caught someone else's attention. Perhaps my eyes were waiting for this all the time.
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Camilla.
Walking down the stairs.
Wearing the onesie.
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Fuck.
She looks...
She looks exactly like she needs to look.
Mine.
.
Yeah,
Mine.
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Guess what onesie she was wearing?
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Minnie Mouse.
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