My name is Jasmine Roussos, and yes there is Greek in my bloodline. I just turned sixteen today. I was angry. My sperm donor of a father had given me something I hated for my birthday. I had an amazing Bluetooth system, and he gave me a crappy one. I was angry and gave him shit all evening long. Most of it was pent-up anger. I remember the times my mother tried to get him to pick me up for a father-daughter time. She would beg on the phone, telling him that he can make time for me. I checked her phone, and she had saved him as “Shithead”. The texts where she begged him to spend time with me were also there.

My biological father wanted nothing to do with me. At fourteen I had told a judge that I will consent to supervised visits only because he never took time in any case. I would have rejected him outright but the judge would not allow that. I remember him crying like a baby in the courtroom, and I sneered at him.

My parents got divorced when I was ten and my mom got full custody, with a week a month with my dad. By the time I was eleven his presence had waned completely. All communication came through my mom and stepfather. My mom, Annie, married David three years after the divorce. He was friends with Gideon, my father. David was kind to me and I considered him my father above Gideon and his shit humanity.

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All my friends had gone home after the party and I needed to get the rage out of me. I thought about Gideon, and his brokenness as I treated him like the shitbag he was. I flipped him off a lot. He had no friends at my party as all the adults were David and my mom’s friends. My friends did engage Gideon on some level, saying that he was good-looking. I badmouthed him to them and they also pulled back. Gideon left after an hour with a broken expression.

I was so angry at him, thinking that maybe him making an effort for my birthday meant something, but the gift and his sad face just pissed me off. I decided I needed to soak in a bath as my parents sat on the patio with some of their friends. I sent mine home, not being in the mood for any social interaction. I ran the bath and started to sob softly. Why does Gideon not love me? He used to be so sweet to me. I had a different circle of friends then, and they loved how he used to engage all of us, playing games with us and making us laugh. Now that was gone.

I opened the window then got into the bath. I stopped crying and just sat in silence. I could hear the adults talking. The conversation turned to Gideon and I listened carefully.

“The fucking sad sack has no idea what we have done,” David said.

“What do you mean?” Marjorie, a neighbor asked.

“I have been intercepting all the messages from him to Jasmine. She now legitimately hates him.”

“Why, she obviously wants him in her life,”

“Nope, she does not. He is pathetic.”

I listened as the truth came out. How they lied to me. I also found out that David and my mom had been fucking for years, and that led to the divorce. My mom was angry that Gideon did not want to open up the marriage for her. It humiliated her, so she took me. I heard how they fabricated claims of abuse against me, which was why he never got a 50/50 custody deal. I got up out of the bath and dressed in a robe. I was reeling with this information. I went downstairs to scream at them, then saw my mom’s phone. I scrolled to his contact details, seeing everything I had seen before. I dialed his number to talk to him and confirm, knowing it will shock him to hear from me. David’s phone started ringing and I ended the call. I checked the number and saw that it was actually David’s number. They had created a false narrative.

I scrolled her contacts and found one, marked “G”. I called it and heard his voice.

“What the fuck do you want!” he snapped.

“Dad,” I said softly.

“Jaz, do you want to hurt me some more?”

“Why did you never want to spend time with me?”

“I begged your mother. She said you hated me.”

“Can you come and pick me up?”

“Now?”

“Yes, please. How long?”

“Forty-five minutes. Why?”

“Please, dad. I will explain. I will go and pack.”

“How long are you coming for?”

“I don’t know. We will talk.”

I ended the call, thinking about how gentle his voice was. I looked at the chat history with him and everything he said was confirmed. I even saw that my mother had suggested the crappy gift. I went to my room and pulled out my biggest bag. I packed almost all my clothes, and toiletries. I looked at his gift and added it. I scanned my room, seeing nothing more. Everything else was from them, and I felt my rage. I heard Gideon’s car and met him at the door. He frowned at the size of my bag and took it. I went back inside and send the text streams from both contacts to my phone. Then I went outside where the adults were still chatting.

“I KNOW WHAT YOU DID, ANNIE!” I screamed, “I KNOW THAT SHITHEAD IS DAVID, NOT GIDEON! YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME.”

“Please Jasmine, Calm down,” she tried.

“I AM LEAVING WITH HIM. I HATE YOU, FUCKING CHEATER!”

I turned around and rushed out of the house. I got into Gideon’s car.

“Please drive,” I begged. Annie and David came running out, and Gideon drove away with them screaming at us to stop.

“What happened, Jaz?” he asked after ten minutes.

“All lies. They lied to me. They lied to you. I will explain, but I need time.”

“They will send the police.”

I knew that and called my CPS contact. She had asked me to call her for any issues regarding Gideonduring the custody hearing. I explained in short, and she said she will meet us at Gideon’s house. I had to ask for his address, as I had never been. Ten minutes after we arrived she also arrived, and almost immediately two cops arrived. She identified herself and they relaxed. They separated me and Gideon, handling him rather roughly. I showed Sarah, the CPS worker what I had found and told her what I had heard.

“Can I choose to not go back?” I asked.

“It is difficult, but your age does count for you. You would need to convince the police.”

She called them in, and I noticed there were six cops now.

I explained again. They did not fall for it and wanted to take me back by force. I started to scream and cry, telling them that I will run away within an hour if they drop me off. Sarah spoke with them and they agreed to leave me be if Sarah could stay as well. She called her husband and he seemed fine with it. He said he would bring her a change of clothing later. My phone was blowing up and I turned it off. Gideon’s started and he turned it off as well.

I slept in Gideon’s bed, as Sarah had the spare bed. Gideon slept on the couch. I woke at three and walked to where he was sleeping, but he was awake.

“Dad, they lied to me about you not wanting me, and so much more. I am so sorry.”

“We will sort it out, Jaz,” he said softly, and I saw his cheeks were wet.

“This is not me trying to hurt you. I am so hurt. Can we be something again?”

“I don’t trust you, Jaz. But if you show me that you are serious we will move closer. I just cannot believe what is happening.”

“It is so convoluted. I also know she cheated on you with David.”

“And many more,” he said softly.

I tried to remember the past and it became clear to me. I remembered all the male “friends” she had. I would be sent to my room or sat in front of the television whilst they vanished. As far as I can remember Annie always had men around. I knelt on the floor next to Gideon.

“I am sorry I hurt you. I will show you I want to catch up on lost time.”

“Okay.”

I went back to bed, and his gentle tone of voice was all I remember. I was a fucking bitch and he never yelled at me.

The next morning I turned my phone on, and it was filled with messages of Annie claiming I misunderstood, that Gideon was a bad man. He turned his on and it was filled with threats from David and Annie, some bad. Sarah managed to get an appointment with a child advocate and the three of us drove to her offices. I went in with Sarah whilst Gideon waited outside. I stated my case, with the evidence. She managed to get an emergency hearing for that afternoon.

“I want to emancipate,” I demanded. She drew up the papers and Gideon came in to sign, frowning at me. The advocate was happy.

“I want a restraining order as well, they are unhinged,” I demanded again and the paperwork was set up. I called Annie.

“Courtroom C, three-o’clock. Be there or not,” I said coldly and ended the call.

That afternoon Gideon was given full emergency custody, and the judge approved the restraining order after he read the messages from them to Gideon. He was difficult with the emancipation, but my begging through tears convinced him. Outside the courtroom, I made sure Annie understood that I will contact her. She will not initiate any contact at all, as I will see it as a violation.

Gideon and I went for dinner afterward. It was difficult with a lot of silences, but we did speak.

“Jaz, I can see you are serious. What happens now?”

“I want to homeschool, and travel with you. We will get to know each other, but I know I am safe with you.”

We registered me for homeschooling that evening and Gideon paid for it all. He ordered me a laptop and everything else I would need. We set up my bedroom as well, crashing after midnight. I lay in my new bed, looking at the ceiling.

“Fuck this,” I muttered and got up. I saw his door was closed but the lights under it told me he was watching television. I knocked and opened the door. He was watching home movies from before the divorce.

“Jaz?”

“Can I sleep here?” I asked softly and he moved to the side.

I crawled in, and lay against the headboard, watching the movies with him. It was a happy time for us, and I heard him teasing and laughing with me. Annie was also part of it, but I now know she was cheating on us by this time. We fell asleep, and I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder.

Over the next few weeks, we grew closer and I started to hug him more. Gideon relaxed as well, not tensing up when I showed him affection. In the evening he would sit in his chair and I would sit on the couch. He would help me with my homework or we just caught up. I had another ‘fuck this’ moment and crawled in next to him on the chair. He opened his arms and I took his hand, interlacing my fingers with his. That would become the new norm.

Gideon became relaxed to the point where he would seek hugs from me too. One afternoon I hugged him and then turned around with my back against his chest. I looked in the hallway mirror. I was tall with narrow hips and small breasts. I looked into my blue eyes under a mop of blonde hair. I knew I was pretty. Gideon had dark hair with dark eyes and strong features. I saw what my friends said. He was handsome and beyond. I felt his trim body against me and pulled his arms hard around me. I felt his love, but something bugged me.

That weekend we spent time with his family, and I was the only blonde kid. All the cousins were dark-haired with dark eyes, even if one of the parents were like me. I wondered about it. My family was beautiful and boisterous. I missed the yelling and laughing at these Greek gatherings. They all showed me some mistrust, but I had expected it. I gave Gideon a lot of affection because I needed it. My paternal grandmother hugged me a few times, and it seemed the family took this as a sign that I am okay with the family.

Gideon had given me my own credit card and I used it to buy him gifts, which he laughed at. I ordered a 23 and Me test online, and he questioned it when I wanted to swab him.

“What if you are royalty, or descendant of some famous hero or philosopher,” I coaxed as I straddled him.

He opened his mouth and I took the swab. I sealed the test and returned to his lap again, laying on his chest. I loved Gideon, any other feelings were gone. He pushed at me after a while, and I kissed his neck before getting off. I saw that he had been aroused by me, but I made no mention of it. At night I started to sleep against him. I had not used my bed since I moved in, sleeping in his arms. We often cried at night as we got lost in our thoughts on the past. But I was healing, and Gideon showed all the signs of healing too.

The results of the test came, and I felt my world tilt.

GIDEON WAS NOT MY FATHER.

I glanced at the familial matches listed in the results and saw a familiar name. He was Annie’s gym instructor for years, and they are still friends. They could pass as family, both blonde with blue eyes. I wanted my world to crash, but it didn’t. Instead, a new thought entered my mind. It had nothing to do with long-lost family.

I had been with Gideon just over seven months when I again straddled him. This time I made sure my pussy was on his bulge.

“Jaz?” He asked

“Relax, Gideon,” I said softly.

I could see the conflict in his eyes, but his hands around my back told me he was fine with me on his lap.

“Have you received the results from the test yet?” he asked.

“Apparently, it was corrupted. I will get a new one.”

“Okay.”

I felt him get hard under me, and I held my position. I saw his worry as he made to push me off. I held him tighter and he sighed. It took all my resolve to not grind into him, but I needed to be careful to not scare the man I now loved differently. I would do this for the next two weeks, and Gideon seemed to accept that I was fine with him getting hard under me. I hated to leave him like that and gave him time alone, knowing he would take care of himself.

Then I decided to make the move. I showered and joined him in bed, except I was not wearing panties under my sleep shirt. I started to make jokes with him, then I did it. I leaned in and gently kissed him, holding it for a few seconds. I saw the conflict in his eyes, and I straddled him. I knew he would feel my wetness now, and I was properly wet.

“We can’t, Jaz,” he protested softly.

“I lied, Gideon. I got the results. We are not related.”

“Oh shit, Jasmine,” he said softly.

“Gideon, it means nothing, except our dynamic will change,” I said and kissed him again, this time parting my lips and touching his with my tongue.

“But…”

I kissed his words away, falling into those dark gentle pools of his eyes.

“Gideon, I am serious about us. Please, my beautiful love,” I whispered, hoping he would not push me off.

He just nodded and I kissed him again. He kissed me back this time and we kissed for a while. His hands found my breasts and it was like he sent a bolt of electricity straight to my core. I groaned loudly as my long-awaited orgasm hit. I ground my pussy into his abdomen, his hands wandered to my ass, then one touched my pussy. I was still coming down from my orgasm, but the next one hit me hard. I lay down on him as my body shook uncontrollably. He waited, then his lips found mine again. I reached behind me and fished his engorged manhood out, then scooted back, feeling his head split me open. I raised up and gently sank myself onto him, watching his face for any sign of resistance. The only resistance was my hymen. I closed my eyes and dropped down, feeling him pierce me completely.

I lay down on his chest as he held me. The pain subsided and I started to flex my hips, feeling the sensitivity where my flesh had torn. It was negligible to the fact that I had my lover’s cock hilted in me. His eyes never left mine and I was sure he was looking for a reason to end it, as was I. I did not want to force him at all, and he showed me no signs that he felt forced. I raised and pulled my nightshirt off. The lunge of his manhood told me that he definitely found my body desirable. I stayed up to allow him to see me. For the first time, I was confident with my small breasts as he reached up and gently cupped them. He played with my nipples as I rode him gently. I had rested my hand on his shoulders so he had access to my body, and he used it, stroking me with his fingertips, dipping one down every so often to rub my clit.

Then his hands went to my ass and I dropped my body on his. His breathing told me that he was heading for his climax, and I worked to give it. I was riding his full length now, and the fire started in my loins. It felt as if the universe was strumming my clit. It hit the precipice and my world shook as the pleasure rippled through my being. It seemed like my soul was perpetuating the physical pleasure. I vaguely heard Gideon groan loudly, and then the pleasure in me increased as he buried himself in me, mashing my clit. I felt the heat of his essence flood my womanhood. I felt myself glow from the inside where his love touched me. This was nothing like I ever thought or could have hoped for it to be. I felt my body ripple for at least five minutes as I lay on him. I was completely limp, and would not have been able to get off him if I wanted to, which I did not.

We fell asleep, and I woke a few hours later, sighing involuntarily as I felt his renewed hardness still buried in me. I gently started to flex my hips and his lips found mine. He was still half asleep but woke rather quickly as I felt him expand in me. I used gentle movements, finding that if I gyrated my hips he touched all of my insides. His groan told me that it was good for him too. Neither of us lasted too long, which I later would ascribe to both of us being at peace with the new dynamic. Gideon kissed me as he pulled me hard against him, hilting himself. This had me climax and then I felt his heat flood into me. We kissed for a while before we fell asleep again. Gideon had wrapped his arms around me, letting me know he wanted me on top of him.

I woke on him and felt a tinge of sadness. He was not in me anymore and I felt empty. He was awake, and softly crying as he touched my face.

“I love you, Jasmine. It should be so wrong, but I love you.”

“I love you too. Good thing I am an adult legally.”

“Was this your plan?”

“No, until I got the DNA results. I suppose I was a little in love with you, as a daughter should be. But you are so beautiful, G.”

“I am no match for you.”

“Did you plan this, Gideon?”

“No. If you had not started it with your straddling I would never have tried this. You seduced me slowly. Last night I lost my resolve when you kissed me.”

“Can we stay in bed?”

“I have to work, Jaz.”

“Yes, work on me,” I teased.

But there was an unspoken request in it, and he answered me by turning us over, then moving between my legs. He started to kiss me with intent and I felt the satisfaction as his cock rose and touched my sensitive nub. I reached down and positioned him, then he slid into me again. I was still sensitive but I was never going to give in to the pain. Right now my lover was answering my need. I knew I made love to him, but I needed him to make love to me. I needed to know he wanted this as much as I did.

The way Gideon made love answered me in full. He had moved on from being my dad to being my lover. He was the man I wanted, and he gave himself to me. We let the world know I was not his daughter. The answers from his family were full of love

I sent my first text to my egg donor since I left the house.

‘Just so you know, I am Ethan’s kid. Still not coming home. Get fucked.’

Gideon told me he had no problem if I wanted to draw closer to Ethan.

“No fucking ways, G. That cunt knew she was married. I definitely do not want that influence near us or our kids.”

“You are so eloquent, my love. Kids?”

“I assume we are getting married, sooner rather than later. An I want your kids, G. You will have a proper family.”

“I am so sorry I hurt you for so long.”

“It was not your fault, and I have completely reassigned the blame. Sperm donor and egg donor will never be in our lives. Neither will egg donor’s noodle dick fucker.”

“Did he ever try something with you?”

“Thinking back I do see the signs of grooming. But he was kind of gross. My friends all avoided him. Fucking pervert.”

We got married on my eighteenth. It was a loud Greek wedding. Our new life started and our love was accepted. We did get married, and our kids were just as beautiful as their dad. I often cried against my husband’s chest out of joy that I had the chance to turn myself around.