Little Brats Jenna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica
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Authors: Selena Kitt
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When the man of the house goes to prison for embezzling his company’s retirement funds, Jenna’s life falls apart. She doesn’t understand why he doesn’t call or write—until one day she finds a stash of hidden letters and discovers the truth. These exposed secrets lead Jenna to admit her true, taboo desires, and she begins her own course of wicked deception that culminates in a conjugal visit that will change their lives.
Little Brats: Jenna
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When she found them, Jenna was pushing through the mess of folders, unpaid bills, and various office supplies in her mother’s little secretary desk, looking for a few pages of mostly unwrinkled loose leaf paper to finish an assignment for her geography class. The stash of letters was shoved all the way to the back of the drawer, as if someone—obviously her mother—had been trying to hide them.
She recognized the return address instantly. They were letters from her stepfather, who was currently sitting in a prison cell, all of them addressed to Jenna’s mother. She flipped through them, about twenty in all, realizing that not a single letter had been opened. But why?
Her original mission and schoolwork forgotten, Jenna shoved everything back, closed up the secretary, and took the curious pile up to her room. Some of the postmarks were months old, some of them from a year or more ago.
She’d always found it odd that he’d never written, never contacted them after he’d gone to jail. In truth, she’d been a little disappointed and hurt by it, but she supposed it was because the man was ashamed of what he’d done. Jenna understood, but even from the beginning, she had felt nothing but sympathy for his predicament, even if he had done what they said he did.
She sat with his letters in her hands, realizing he’d been writing to them all along, simply stumped that not a one had been opened. Jenna smiled when she thought about her stepfather. Scott MacKenzie had never been anything but good to them both. Tall, rugged, a real blue-collar worker kind of handsome, his smile alone spoke volumes about the kind of man he was. The owner of a successful building company, his was a real all-American-dream story of working his way from swinging a hammer to entrepreneurship. He had always been generous with his wealth, showering both her mother and Jenna with everything they needed as well as almost everything they desired.
His mistake, according to Jenna’s mother, had been greed.
Scott had been caught using his company as a front to embezzle money from the retirement accounts of his employees.
She still didn’t understand how the man who had lived with them, who had taken care of them all of those years, could be a criminal. Her mother talked about how he’d grown up with nothing, insisting that a taste of money had made him greedy, but Jenna wasn’t so sure. The man she knew had been generous, but he hadn’t been greedy.
But Jenna didn’t have anything else to go on, except what her mother told her. She used to ask about him a lot, so much so that Jeanie, Jenna’s mother, had finally snapped at Jenna, telling her to stop talking about him. Period.
Jenna knew her mother was stressed. What woman whose husband was going to jail for embezzlement wouldn’t be? And when her mother was stressed, she ate. And drank. Jenna remembered, after her biological dad left, how quickly her mother had found and married Scott. It was like the woman couldn’t bear to be alone. And while Jenna had hoped her stepfather would step in as their white knight, her mother’s stress level only seemed to increase after their marriage. It didn’t make sense. They were newlyweds, they should have been happy, but Jenna’s mother had eaten her way to a size twenty-four and drank herself into a stupor regularly.
Not that Scott cared. He loved her, at any size, and told her so often. The man was a saint. Jeanie treated him like a child, she ordered him around, she told him what to do, she tried to control everything about his life—it was exactly how the woman treated her daughter—and none of that made her happy. Nothing made her happy. Scott kept trying, as did Jenna, but the woman was never satisfied.
She didn’t blame her mother for gaining weight, but Jenna didn’t really understand it either. When her mother was at her thinnest, people often thought they were sisters, even twins, with their matching red hair. Jeanie had that kind of baby face, and her family always remarked how much Jenna looked like Jeanie when she was that age. But having your husband arrested had to take a toll on the body. During the trial, everything in his name, from their house to their cars, had been seized and then taken away.
Jenna understood her mother’s desire to sweep it under the rug, ultimately forbidding him as the topic of conversation, but it was hard not knowing the details of what had happened. It was even harder not knowing what was happening to him now. Just because her stepfather had gone away, leaving a hole in their lives, didn’t mean she didn’t still think and care about him.
She held the letters in trembling hands, realizing she was being given a chance at obtaining some answers. They’d been shoved to the very back of the old secretary and she was sure her mother wouldn’t miss them—unless another letter arrived, perhaps. Then her mother would probably put it with all the others, and that’s when she’d noticed they’d all been opened.
But maybe she could open them, take out the letters, and return the empty envelopes?
Jenna took the letters with her down to the kitchen. Her mother was still at work and she had the house to herself. She sat the kitchen table and, with the sharp edge of a knife, she opened all of the letters, careful to keep them in chronological order. The glue was in the secretary, and she went to get that, grabbing some plain white copy paper as an afterthought, taking her spoils to the kitchen.
She went to work, replacing the letter in each envelope with a folded, blank sheet of paper, before sealing the envelopes again with glue. She took a moment to admire her handiwork before returning everything to its place—knife to the drawer, glue to the secretary, and the envelopes, now weighted with blank paper, to the very back, behind all the office supplies.
Back in her room, Jenna glanced at the clock on her bedside table, seeing she still had a few hours still until her mother got home. Plenty of time to get to reading. She didn’t know why she was shaking, except she knew her mother didn’t want her to see these letters. And Jenna knew it, given the lengths she’d just gone to, concealing the fact that she had them.
But that wasn’t the only reason. Until that moment, Jenna wouldn’t have admitted, even to herself, how much she missed him. She missed his voice, she missed his smile, she missed his hugs. He’d been a good stepfather—far better than her biological one—and she had often wondered if they had meant so little to him, that he could just completely ignore them after he’d been taken away.
He didn’t forget me.
That was the first thing she thought as she began to read. Tears came to her eyes as she read her stepfather’s words. He said that prison wasn’t all that bad—she was sure he was trying to mitigate it, even though she knew his was a white-collar crime and he was in a low security facility—and then he said the words that made her throat close up.
I miss you both so much, I love you. Tell Jenna how much I miss and love her too.
He spoke about regret, about his sense of loss, and it hurt her heart to read it.
Then, in the next few sentences, everything changed.
Jeanie, I forgive you for what you did to me, to our life together. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I get why you embezzled the money from my company. I remember every horrid detail you shared with me of the abuse, both mental and physical, that you suffered at the hands of your first husband. So, I can try to understand why you didn’t trust me to provide for you and your daughter. But, I think I have more than proven that now, by taking the rap for you. I let you keep your life outside, instead of behind bars, to raise your daughter, why I rot away in this hell hole. I know you lost the house, but you still have my money, somewhere. When it’s safe, I know you’ll have it to live the life you want. I forgive you. 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?
