Chapter 14

As we drove toward the house I’d grown up in, Rachelle started talking. “My mom’s always been a manipulative bitch. From the earliest memories I have, I can remember her using men. Getting them to give her anything she wanted. It wasn’t until I was older I realized she was using her body and sex.”

She looked over at me. “Daddy Ethan was when I realized what she was doing. After he spent the night for the first time. I knew they had sex. I just didn’t realize why she was doing the thing she and Pastor Jeff told me not to do. Then Mom came to me and told me she was getting Daddy Ethan to fall in love with us. I was to call him Daddy Ethan and tell him how much I loved him and wanted him for my daddy. She was in her words going to get him hooked on her charms.”

“Jesus Rachelle. Your mom is a sick fuck.”

Rachelle nodded. “I know and I hate her, Zach. I mean, she’s my mom and I love her. But I hate she is the way she is. She was telling me how Ethan would be the best thing that happened to us. That when she was done with him, we’d be rich and never have to worry about anything again.”

“What do you mean when she was done with him?”

Rachelle looked at me and sighed. “Don’t you understand? She never planned to stay married to him. She planned to marry him for a couple of years, then divorce him and take half of everything. The only problem was your dad outsmarted her. He made her sign a prenup. If they divorce for any reason, other than him cheating on her, she gets half a million and nothing more. The only other clause was if he caught her in an affair, she gets nothing but what she brought into the marriage. In other words, her clothes and me.”

I thought about the audio I had. I could get rid of Ruth just by giving it to Dad. Well, maybe. He was so whipped by her she might convince him it was fake. Besides, I wanted to hurt her for kicking me out of the house and my family.

“Alright, but I don’t see what this has to do with me?”

“She didn’t know about you at first. Your Dad was very protective of you. Once she found out about you, she had gone too far to start over. So, she had to control you, too. Honestly, I think she thought you’d be a typical teen, and she’d control you with your hormones. You know, a flash of skin here, a bit of tit there. Maybe some sexual innuendos and the hint she’d suck or fuck you. But you turned out to be super smart, and that scared her.”

“So, she had him kick me out of the house?”

Rachelle shook her head. “No, that was my fault.”

Now I frowned. “What do you mean, that was your fault?”

Rachelle sighed. And I knew this was what she wanted to show me. “When we met, I was just twelve, and you were fifteen. I thought we could be friends. I mean, you’re smart, I’m smart. We were going to be stepbrother and sister and I thought we’d grow up and be friends. I was just getting interested in boys and I thought since we weren’t really related, maybe you and I could even become boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Then your dad told us you were really smart and about to go off to college. I was curious; you were only fifteen. How could you go to college? But off you went, and I only saw you during holidays and breaks. You were smart and cute and the longer you were gone, the smarter and cuter you got. I realized you were the only boy I thought about that way. The only boy I dreamed about.”

She looked over at me and blushed, and I knew what she meant. I was the star of her naughty teenage dreams. Me, which was flattering. She’d stared in a few of mine over the years as she grew up, too.

“Then I messed up. I keep a journal. It’s all my thoughts and dreams and feelings. Normally, I keep it hidden. Mom had never seen it. I don’t think she even knew I kept one. But when we all came to your graduation from college, I realized you were the one. The guy I’d been saving myself for.

“I mean yeah, I was in the Purity Program and it teaches purity until marriage, but most of the kids just fake that. A lot of girls have done everything but let a boy pop their cherry and some of them have done that. Me, I just never found a guy I wanted to kiss or experiment with.”

She looked at me again and blushed. “Then I saw you at your graduation. You weren’t a boy anymore. You were a man, and some of those women you graduated with were so beautiful. To me, it seemed like they all wanted to get their pictures taken with you and were hugging you and talking about how they’d miss you and I got jealous.”

She laughed. “I realized I wanted you. Not just for a friend. I figured they’d all had the man I wanted. I figured you’d been at college and that’s where people experimented the most with sex. So that must mean you’d had sex with them.”

I laughed. “Rachelle. I was younger than they all were when they started college. Not one of them ever even kissed me. Well, a few did on the cheek, like I was their little brother. Some of them even offered to set me up with their little sisters.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t know that, did I? All I knew was I was fifteen and wanted you. But I knew you wouldn’t want me. I was just a kid. But I went home and wrote in my journal about how I felt. I wrote how when I was old enough, I was going to give you my purity. That I’d save it for you. I fell asleep without hiding my journal and Mom found it.

“That’s why you got sent away. She told Daddy Ethan that you and I had been writing to each other and that you’d told me you were going to teach me all about sex and pleasing a man. She told him you planned to corrupt me and that she wanted you gone from my life.

“Then after they made you leave; Mom came to me with my journal. She told me I wasn’t ever going to offer you my virginity. That I was a fool if I thought she’d let me give away so valuable a commodity. Then she told me she had plans for my purity. That we could sell it for millions and never have to rely on anyone else for money again.”

“What do you mean, you could sell your purity?”

Rachelle shrugged. “She said she knew of a place that held virgin auctions and the more innocent the girl was, the more the men there would pay. A never-been-touched or kissed virgin was worth millions, maybe even a billion dollars to the right buyer.”

I thought about that and then I knew. “Holy Shit! Rachelle, that’s what the Purity Movement is about. Pastor Jeff’s the one holding the auctions.”

Her eyes got big, and then she nodded. “That makes sense. I never could understand the whole never touched a guy thing. Most of the other girls and guys don’t either. I bet he can do the same with the guys. How many dirty rich women whose husbands ignore them would pay for an innocent guy they could teach?”

“There might be a few, but most of the women I’ve met who fit that category want a guy who knows how to make a woman cum. An innocent wouldn’t know how to do that. But taking a girl’s virginity thing is a big thing for guys. So, some old rich bastard might part with a couple million for one who had no experience at all.”

“Is that how you learned? Did you find a horny housewife to teach you?”

I blushed. “Honestly, I paid a sexual surrogate to teach me how to please a woman sexually.”

“A what?”

“A sexual surrogate. They work with psychologists who deal with sexual issues to help men overcome their problems, like premature ejaculation. They’re experts on human sexuality.”

“They get paid to fuck. Isn’t that a prostitute?”

“They don’t get paid to fuck. Sometimes sex is part of their therapy. Mostly, they show men and women how to overcome their issues. A lot of those Third Base things we were talking about.”

“OH, shit Zach! I just thought of something. Pastor Jeff’s daughter Beth. She’s even more innocent than me. I mean, she really buys into the whole movement. You don’t think he plans to sell her at auction, do you?”

“Don’t worry Rachelle. I already have plans for Jeff. He won’t be selling his daughter at auction or anywhere else.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, when he fucked my father’s wife, he made his most costly mistake. When I’m done, he won’t be worth anything and that pretty little wife and virgin daughter will belong to us.”

“You mean they’re coming to the Trophy Wives School?”