Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I mean seriously, what the fuck? He's our stepdad; why would she want to fuck him? But when I approached her door and looked in through the thin, open crack, it was obvious they were both enjoying it.
I'll admit. Seeing her get fucked like that made my cock spring to life. I couldn't shut it off. Believe me, I tried. So I had to go to my room and jerk off, and the whole time I kept thinking that it should've been my hands on her waist and tits. It should've been my cock buried in her pussy.
But you know what? It wasn’t just her. What was is that was turning me on so much watching them? Seeing a stepfather fuck his stepdaughter?
Fuck, lets be clearer. Seeing Daniel fuck Karen. Just thinking about seeing his cock – thick and veiny – as it pounded into her pussy is turning me on.
Why am I getting turned on by my stepdad?
I don’t know why it bothers me so much. Karen was flirting with me at the pool, but that doesn't mean she was going to let me fuck her. Maybe I misinterpreted the whole afternoon by the pool.
I came home to tell Daniel that maybe I was too hasty the other day, and that we should discuss what he needs for the business. I know he’s been working like crazy, first to pay Mom’s medical bills, which weren’t covered by the insurance, and then to put me through college. Also Clara’s rehab fees, and it helped put Karen through college too.
What I didn’t expect was to come home and find Karen fucking Daniel. After I jerked off, I went to my friend Bryan’s house, where I’ve been for the last three days. But Bryan’s gone on vacation today. He even begged me to join him. The temptation to go was so big. I’m in my final year of college and I thought that I would be relaxing and having a good time in Bali this summer. Not being summoned by Daniel to come home and then find him fucking Karen.
If it was another woman, it wouldn’t have bothered me. I can have any girl I want. They all come running; yet my mind’s stuck on Karen. She doesn’t even deserve it. One minute she’s all over me like a rash and then the next she’s with Daniel. Our stepfather. I wonder if that’s what she really came home for? To just fuck any guy that pays her attention.
Fuck knows.
The only thing that helps me when I’m in this mood is to work out. I came home today and luckily no one was around. So, I went down to the basement gym and decided that I would pump some iron. I’ll go for a jog in the morning. That’s pretty much my routine when it comes to working out. One day lifting weights and the next cardio. Then again, I’d rather be pumping Karen just like Daniel was doing the other night.
“Hey stranger,” Karen purrs as she comes down the stairs. Fuck, so much for being alone. I can’t get my eyes off of her because she’s wearing hot pants that are really fucking tight around her ass and a sports bra.
Does she ever wear clothes? She should be wearing yoga pants and a shirt, not dressed as if she’s going to do a photoshoot for Playboy. Her boobs are struggling to stay in her sports bra. Why does she always wear tops that are too small for her?
Fuck, it must be to make sure that everyone notices that her breasts have increased by five sizes over the last year or so.
“So, you decided to come back?” she pouts as she comes in front of me. She’s taunting me with her body and those damn breasts!
What does she care, when she was only fucking Daniel the other night? I’m just about to say this when I realize that it’s none of my business. She’s not my girl. She’s only my stepsister, and—even worse—Daniel’s stepdaughter.
Why am I so fucking jealous?
She walks in front of me and bends down to pick up the weight. I’m shocked that she picks up a 20-pound weight with ease. Damn she’s strong! I’m tempted to find out how strong.
I can’t take this anymore. My cock is working overtime the same way it was the other day when I saw her in her bikini. She holds onto my arm and says, “Wait. Why won’t you talk to me? Did I do something wrong?”
Fucking Daniel for starters, but I’m keeping my lips firmly shut.
I don’t want her to know that it bothers me and I don’t even want her to know that I know the truth about them.
“I see that you’re happy to hand Daniel the money?” And your body. I skip that part. It suddenly dawns on me that she’s up to some game.