Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Meanwhile, my handsome stepbrother churns like a massive machine on top of me. His hips flex, his back arches, and he lets out an animalistic roar, throwing his head back as hot seed fills me to the brim. I can do nothing but take it all. After all, I’ve always wondered how it would be to lose my virginity, but I didn’t think it would be this outrageously, mind-numbingly delicious.
Nor did I think that that my innocence would be taken from me by my own brother, with a tool so huge that I’m delirious already. But life is filled with surprises … and this is the best one yet.
8
Hunter
I usually enter the house via the kitchen door. We all do because our driveway is positioned at the side of the house, so there’s no need to use the front door on a day to day basis. The exception is when we’re checking the mail, which is what I was doing just now. Our mailbox is right by the front door, and I took my time sorting through the envelopes, which is an anomaly. Usually, I just grab the stuff and go in, but today I’m stalling because I’m putting off going inside to face Elle.
Taking a deep breath, I brace myself. What am I going to say? How could I possibly justify my actions last night? Even worse, I don’t want to. I enjoyed sampling my stepdaughter’s nectar, and in fact, I can still taste her flavor on my tongue. Elle was sweet, juicy, and looked absolutely beautiful coming hard on my face.
But as I enter the front door, mail in hand, I hear melodic female moaning. What the fuck? What’s going on? Slowly, I creep inside, my blood rising as lust floods my veins. My first thought is that maybe Elle was so turned on by what happened last night that she’s pleasuring herself to the memory of our interlude. As a result, I put the mail down quietly with every intention of surprising her, and perhaps joining in the steamy self-session. Maybe, if she’s still interested, I’ll give her what she begged for so prettily last night: my cock deep inside that clenching vag. If she wants it so badly that she’s masturbating to the memory, maybe I should stop holding back.
But just as I’m about to turn the corner into the living room, I see a pair of massive shoulders bucking and heaving on the couch. Elle’s voice rises up below a heavy male torso, and suddenly, realization strikes. Oh fuck! It’s Alex. Not only that, but the young man is giving it to my stepdaughter deep in the pussy, grunting like he’s about to come.
“You’re so tiny,” he rasps, looking straight into her eyes. “Your cunt feels so good, baby.”
I freeze, staring at the tableau. Is this for real? But sure enough, it is. Alex’s thickly muscled torso flexes as his massive cock squeezes in and out of Elle’s tiny little pussy. She’s lying on her back with her legs around Alex’s waist, her enormous tits swaying from the movement of being fucked hard by his rod. Both of them are moaning, groaning, and panting with pleasure.
My first instinct is to stride over there, pull Alex off of Elle and beat him to a pulp. Then, I’m going to claim the curvy girl for myself and finish her off good and proper with a pussy full of my come. Wasn’t it me she was begging to fuck just last night? What the hell? And to think I had been holding back from taking her virginity for months, trying to do the right thing. But what for? Only to be upstaged by another man? My adopted son, to boot?
As these thoughts take form in my mind, my fists clench as red rage fills my vision. But then, the voice in my head speaks.
Why are you surprised, Hunter? it whispers. This makes sense, actually. Elle and Alex are both attractive young adults. Living under the same roof as they do, it was only a matter of time before they hooked up. Besides, Alex is better for Elle than you. You’re decades older and over the hill. Let the young stud have her.
I startle, my hands fisted as I stare at the couple. Is my conscience speaking the truth? Am I really going to cede the curvy girl to my own son?
But as Elle bucks and moans below Alex on the couch, clearly enjoying herself, my feet are already moving backwards. I retreat as quickly and as quietly as possible, resolving not to interrupt this sinful session. Then, making sure to close the front door quietly behind me, I turn away from the house and let out an exhale. I hope they didn’t see me. Then again, I don’t think I need to worry about that because Alex and Elle were so wrapped up in each other that they might as well have been on a different planet. I probably could have walked right over to the kitchen and gotten a beer out of the fridge without them even so much as looking up.