Little Brats Jenna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica by Selena Kitt Page B

I’ve said this many times, and I’m not sure why you don’t write back or come to visit. Don’t you think, after I destroyed my life to save yours, I deserve at least a letter, if not a visit?
    Jenna stared at the paper shaking in her hand. It was her stepfather’s handwriting, no doubt about that. But his words were so shocking to her, she had to double check anyway. She sat, frozen, her heart beating her in her chest while she fought for air. A rush of emotion surged through her, from fear to anger to disbelief.
    Her body simply reacted. She broke out in a cold sweat, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, and an icy finger snaked down her spine. A little shiver turned quickly to shaking. Her vision blurred, a sudden dizzy spell making her grab her night stand to steady herself.
    “Get a hold of yourself,” she whispered.
    When she felt strong enough, she went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. Then she went down to get a Coke from the fridge, grabbing a few saltines to settle her churning stomach. She couldn’t believe what she’d read, but it was there, in black and white. Her stepfather hadn’t stolen anything. It was her mother who had taken the money. And, apparently, she still had it.
    She didn’t know how long she sat there, looking at that first letter. She couldn’t read on. She was too afraid of what she might find. What else hadn’t her mother told her? The thought of her stepfather sitting in jail for a crime he didn’t commit filled her with a helpless rage. There wasn’t anything she could do about it, but her mother was the criminal. He hadn’t done anything.
    “Jenna!”
    She startled, glancing at the clock, realizing only then how much time had actually passed while she was sitting there, in shock. Her mother was home from work. And she had all of her stepfather’s letters in her lap. Jenna heard her coming up the stairs and panicked, getting quickly under the covers, taking the letters with her.
    “Jenna, did you start dinner?” Her mother poked her head in, frowning when she saw her daughter in bed, Coke and saltines on the bedside table. “What’s the matter?”
    “I’m not feeling well,” Jenna managed. That was true enough. She still felt sick to her stomach, and she was finding it hard to look at her mother at all.
    “Hm.” Her mother narrowed her eyes, assessing the situation. “Well, you do look pale.”
    “Just a stomach ache, I think.” Jenna pulled the covers up further, closing her eyes. The letters were still clutched in her hand. “I’m going to take a nap.”
    “I’ll go order a pizza, then.” Her mother shrugged. “I sure don’t want to catch whatever you’ve got.”
    “Mmkay.” Jenna rolled away from her mother, a dismissal, and she shut the door.
    Jenna’s mother had always been a bit of a germaphobe and now Jenna was glad. She was used to taking care of herself anyway. Her stepfather, once he’d come along, had been the one who would take off work to sit with her, read to her, make her soup. At least those memories made the information in the letters easier to believe.
    She knew her mother would avoid Jenna’s room like the plague, now that she thought her daughter might be ill, so she felt safe to pull the letters out from under her covers. She wasn’t sure she wanted to read any more, honestly. The truth was hard to hear. How was she supposed to keep this kind of secret?
    But curiosity got the best of her and she unfolded the letter and kept reading.
    I really want to see you, Jeanie. I miss you so much. I want you. God, I still want you. Sometimes it’s all I can think about. I can spend all night just thinking about it.
    Do you remember? The hunger in your mouth on mine, your hands, pushing me, pulling me. Are you shaved smooth for me, just like I like it? I know just how to make you wet. I want to turn you around and bend you over. I want the soft, round curve of your ass in my hands. If I had you here right now, I