Moving to Connecticut was a last second decision after the climate turned terrible concerning the brush fires that were out of control in our region of California. I understood why my parents wanted to get away from it. We loved to swim, hike, and camp. In that fact alone, they wanted a safer place for me to journey on my own, now that I was an adult and capable of surviving by myself. After years of attending girl scouts and being able to learn from my older brother what the boy scouts do out in the wild, I could get myself out of anything if I needed to. I never did enjoy the gender roles that separated the skills that the boy scouts could learn that the girl scouts were not privy to. Hopefully with the talk of the two entities finally integrating that all those courses and lessons were available to everyone.
We drove up to the bluff along a winding path that led to a house that was at the peak, and we were outside of town surrounded by trees on all sides. Pulling into the driveway, the yard was overgrown with year old trees and saplings that would all need to be hedged back. There wasn't a fence, but since I turned eighteen, my parents were not concerned about my ability to survive out there. I kept a GPS tracker on me, and I promised to never listen to my music using earbuds so that I wasn't hindering my awareness in any way. My brother had long since left the family to continue his Eagle Scout path and R.O.T.C. to full on military. I wasn't sure what I planned to do, but I had the summer to think about it.
"How much of this land belongs to us?" I asked after climbing out of the car, and approaching the top of the bluff, overlooking the rocky terrain of the bluffs and fir trees.
"About 30 acres, and we're right on the edge of it. Most of it is part of a preserve that is considered protected as native American land. As long as we agree to not build or deface any of the land outside of the acres that the house sits on, we don't have to pay taxes on it. It is considered our private property, though." My mother answered.
"Nice." I said, feeling amped about going out and hiking as soon as I can. The one moving truck behind us had essentials; clothes, beds, toiletries, rugs, kitchen appliances, and one of the sofas for the living room and the entertainment center. Mom and dad were going to fly back to California and drive the other two vehicles across the country with two more moving trucks, and attend the closing of our old house.
The first day was a blur of getting all the boxes for my room into the house, and then choosing among the four bedrooms which one I wanted. I chose a lower room, which looked more like a man's den with wood paneling across the lower half of the walls, and dark olive green wallpaper that I would get rid of while mom and dad were gone. The smell in the carpet was of old tobacco smoke. Ugh, I'd need to shampoo the carpets first and foremost before anything would touch this dingy floor that looked older than my parents! I doubt this place had seen any remodeling since the 1960s, and taking the lower room was a favor to my parents since I didn't want to have to disturb them every time I would come and go from the house.
The kitchen wasn't too bad, but the stove definitely needed to be updated with the one from the other house. The fridge was not even worth mentioning. I looked forward to when dad and mom would begin modernizing this house. We were sitting in the dining room later that evening, since mom wanted that furniture with us so we could enjoy our first meal in the house at a proper table.
"So, bad news on the internet front. We're only able to get Comcast internet in this area. It's not ideal, but you might have to hold off on streaming for a while since they can't come out until next Thursday." my mother mentioned. I sighed heavily and shook my head.
"Great. Well, at least I have a backyard to explore while you guys are gone." I mumbled, glancing down to my phone and thumbing through my OnlyFans account while I picked at the Hamburger Helper mom made.
"Just be careful, and don't forget your-"
"GPS tracker," I said in unison with her and smiled, "I got this, mom. I'll be careful." She smiled back at me and we continued eating in peace. Mom and dad were going over their itinerary for tomorrow morning while I was asked to unpack the rest of the house while they were gone.
For the moment, I kept my OnlyFans a secret from my mother. She'd freak out if she found out I was selling my body on the internet. She had to know that with a toned and curvy figure like mine, sun-kissed skin, wavy mocha-black hair and D cup breasts that her daughter was going to turn heads. I already had one paid dare given to me by a fan to bring a man back to my place the first night I am home alone and fuck him on camera. I updated the fans of my streaming services on my phone wile my parents were distracted that I'd be without a stable internet connection for a few days, but promised them great content to come.
I kept all of my sex toys and equipment in an Amazon box that was tucked away along with the lingerie that my fans bought me. I aired them out when I was alone and hung them up in the back of the deep closet that was part of the room I chose. It looked like it had been a trophy room, but I could easily turn it into a more functional walk-in closet later on. In front of that, I hung my camping gear and clothing in front of it so that it was hidden away from my parents' prying eyes. Not that I'd think they'd really hold an issue with it, since they seemed to have an open mind about women doing that, but it's different when it's your own daughter.
That evening, the temperature was around 55 degrees and I was sitting outside on some abandoned patio furniture left on the deck. It overlooked the lay of the land and I could see endless stars under the clear evening sky. I was wearing a hoodie and jeans, my hoop earrings were covered by my straightened black hair, and my acrylic nails were in a warm nude pink color and trimmed shorter so I could help out with moving. Mom mentioned a broken nail or too long of nails wasn't enough of an excuse to not help.
Speaking of, mom stepped out onto the patio with two cups of coffee in her hands. Handing one over to me, I grinned and stirred the spoon to distribute the creamer.
"Nice night." She said while settling into one of the wooden chairs.
"Yeah," I lifted the edge of the mug to my lips and took a drink, "I'll probably go exploring tomorrow once you two leave."
"Well, as long as you're safe, I have no issue with it." She left the last part of her sentence hanging, like she wanted to say something more. I didn't speak, just nodded and took another sip of my coffee and lowered it to my lap.
"Jenni," she said gently, "I know about your OnlyFans account."
Well that was unexpected. My eyes went wide and I turned to look at her, turning pale at the worry over what she might say.
"I haven't told your father, and I don't plan to, but I just want to be sure that you're being safe." She calmed me down, and I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling warmth return to my face and hands again.
"I am," I said, hesitating, "I keep my face covered with a Phantom mask. The only thing they can really see are my lips and the color of my eyes. I cover up my tattoos with concealer products before I go live. How did you find out?"
"You left your 1099 tax information out, and it had the company name on it. It's a cute name in reference to California. You should probably keep it that way so people assume you're still in Cali." She suggested. I planned to change my account name, but that was probably best for now.
