6 comments/ 113580 views/ 20 favorites The Reckoning Ch. 01 By: Butterfly_girl Editor's Note: this story contains BDSM themes. * It had been one of those days. You know, the kind that begins with a frenzied hunt for your car keys (until you finally find them in your briefcase) and ends with a snappish comment to your assistant that you berate yourself for all the way home. So imagine how I felt when walked in to a house that looked like a tornado had spun through it moments before. The family room was a graveyard of empty cans of soda (and, I was furious to find, beer), and chip bags; the kitchen sink was piled high with dishes; and the dog was barking frantically at the back door, dying to go out. I seethed as I looked around at the empty, messy rooms. Lauren. This particular tornado's name was Lauren. My stepdaughter and I had been living here alone since her mom—my soon-to-be ex-wife—took off with her boss six months before, leaving me with her obnoxious 18 year-old daughter, Lauren. When I say obnoxious, it's not said in love. Believe me. I'd put up with the kid for my wife's sake, and I did feel a little sorry for her at first—she'd lost her dad in a car accident at age five, for goodness sake—but her spoiled-brat personality quickly put an end to my sympathy. Beth, my wife, simply did not know the word 'No' when it came to her darling daughter. The two of them were thick as thieves, a united front against my efforts to maintain some order and routine in the house, and in our budget. After a few years, it started to affect our marriage. Every fight, it seemed, was about something to do with Lauren. The money Beth spent on the latest clothes for Lauren; the mediocre grades that came home on every report card; the total lack of respect for our home; and, lately, the, skimpy and skimpier outfits Lauren was parading around in. And Lauren, like most spoiled, pretty teenage girls, sailed above it all...hardly seeming to notice my escalating disapproval of her behavior. Of course, when her mom was around, I'd had to take a fairly hands-off approach, to keep what was left of the peace around here. But once Beth did her vanishing act (which didn't seem to phase Lauren one bit, I might add), the gloves had come off. I'd instituted rules, chores, and curfews...all to fierce resistance. But Lauren had adjusted, gradually coming home when I'd told her to, picking up her things, improving her grades. All in all, I thought we'd made some progress. We still avoided each other, and every conversation was tense and loaded with sarcastic compliance, but I felt we could stick it out until she'd graduated from high-school and was out of my hair. Well, this was the end of all the so-called progress. I'm sure my rotten day had something to do with it but by the time I heard a car-door slam an hour or so later I was, if anything, angrier with Lauren than when I'd first walked in the door. The sight of her bounding up the front steps in a miniscule blue-jean skirt and a tight belly-button baring tank top, as if she hadn't a care in the world, just made me snap. I had to take a deep breath before I opened the door, but she could still see how furious I was. She actually paused on the threshold, afraid, I think, to come in. "What's up?" She smiled, but gingerly. I grabbed her upper arm and pulled her inside, locking the door behind her. The smile faded and her green eyes were wide with alarm. I have to admit I enjoyed the sensation; I felt like I had the upper hand with her, for once. "What's up? What's up?" I growled. "What do you think is up?" I gestured roughly toward the family room, and down the hall to the kitchen. "What do you think this is, a frat house?" "Oh...yeah...sorry about that...I, uh, had a few friends over after school..." Lauren was clearly nervous; in fact, she'd turned pale under the tan she and her girlfriend had spent Memorial Day perfecting in our backyard. "I don't recall giving you permission for a party." "It wasn't a party." How quickly the sarcasm returned. With that one word, I'd made up my mind. This was going to end. I didn't say anything for some time, just stood there, looking down at her. I took in her long, golden brown hair, falling over her shoulders, the smattering of freckles across her nose that gave her an alluringly girlish look, the green eyes with their flecks of brown and blue, her trim, curvy body, poured into the revealing outfit. Lauren stared back at me, trying to remain defiant. "Go up to your room," I said. "I'll be there in a minute." "You're sending me to my room?" She couldn't believe it. Her mouth actually hung open for a moment. "I'm not six." "You act like a child, so I'm going to punish you like a child. Go." I said this last word with enough menace that Lauren jumped, and started moving toward the stairs. "Fine," she muttered under her breath. "I could use a nap." I almost laughed...but I was still too angry. If she thought she was heading for a nap, she had another think coming. Before I headed upstairs to Lauren's room, I went into my office to cool down. I needed to be calm and collected to do what I was planning; I didn't want to proceed in anger. I wanted Lauren to see that I was dead serious about her behavior, and I needed to be in complete control. I actually played a couple of hands of solitaire on the computer before going upstairs. It was probably about fifteen minutes, all told. Enough time to settle myself, and for Lauren to stew in her juices waiting for me. Sure enough, when I walked into her room without knocking, she was lying on the bed, listening to her iPod. She'd kicked her flip-flops to the floor—not that there was much floor to be seen, the room was such a disaster zone of discarded clothing, school books, knickknacks, CDs, you name it. She looked up at me through her eyelashes, raising her eyebrows slightly. The look said "what now?" and was absolutely dripping with boredom. I motioned to her to take off her headphones and sat on the end of her bed. "Come here," I said, quietly. Lauren didn't move. When I turned to look at her over the shoulder of my blue button-down, I saw that she'd taken off the headphones, but wasn't budging. "Come here," I said again, a little louder, as if she hadn't heard me the first time. "Where?" She asked, an edge to her voice. Sighing, I answered. "Lauren, get off the bed and come stand in front of me. Now." From the tone of the word 'now' there could be no doubt that I meant business. Slowly, she started to move, sliding her long legs over the side of the bed, standing, and coming around to stand in front of me. "Dad, I'm really sorry..." I cut her off with a hand gesture, a slicing motion through the air. Using the name 'Dad' was a ploy on her part; usually she treated me to a snide 'Jim', though her mom had wanted her to call me Dad since they moved in eight years ago. "Lie down across my lap, Lauren," I said, looking up at her as I spoke. Again, her mouth dropped open. "Wh-What?" She almost whispered the word. "Lauren, you've ignored my rules. You've shown zero regard for my house. You've treated my rudely and inconsiderately, and yet I've always tried to treat you fairly. I've given you the chance to show you're responsible, nearly an adult. And yet over and over you've proven yourself incapable of handling that kind of responsibility. So, I find I have no other choice but to treat you like a spoiled child. Now, I'm going to punish you like a child. LIE DOWN ACROSS MY LAP." I reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into me. Lauren was fairly tall, probably about 5'7" and leggy, but slim, and no match for my strength. It didn't take much to force her down over my knees. She did fight; I'll give her that. She thrashed her arms and legs like crazy, and her mouth ran a mile a minute. "You're going to spank me?! You're crazy. I'll call mom. She'll call the police on you. They'll drag you to jail, you asshole. How dare you. I'm not a child. I'm 18 years old. I can sue you for assault..." And on and on. Through the litany I held her down with my left forearm, silently listening to her rant. Finally, she stopped moving, and shouting. "Lauren, I should have done this a long time ago." I reached over my arm and pulled her short skirt up around her waist, a motion that set her off again. This time, I yanked a handful of her hair into my fist and pulled hard. "Be quiet, Lauren." She yelped, but quieted down. I let go of her hair and pulled her panties, a pair of skimpy white string-bikinis I'd seen in the wash many times, down around her lower thighs. Now that her ass was exposed, I realized I'd never actually given a spanking, although I'd received quite a few as a child. Usually my mother had done the honors, a few quick swats over her knee, though on one or two occasions she'd grabbed her hairbrush. When my father was the one on the other end of the punishment, the smacks were much harder, and I could till remember the sound of his hand Whack! against my skin. For especially egregious offenses, he'd used his belt. I'd spare Lauren that pain today, but gazing at her firm young bottom, nicely bronzed except for a triangle of lighter skin where her bikini had been, I wondered whether Beth had taken her wooden hairbrush with her when she'd left; I'd have to look later. Of course I was tempted to touch the taut skin, but instead I raised my hand and brought it down in hard, quick succession on first one cheek then the other. Lauren cried out with every stroke, but I didn't slow until I'd rained about twenty smacks on each side. Her bottom was flushed red, and she was squirming and crying as I held her down against my khaki covered thighs. "Please, please, Jim, no more...please stop." She begged, as I paused. She sounded so pathetic I nearly gave in. Then I remembered the way she'd looked at me when I walked into her room, and decided the job wasn't nearly done. "Lauren, this is the only way I know to impress upon you that your behavior is unacceptable. And from now on, this is the way we're going to handle that kind of behavior." I ran my hand over her ass, feeling the hot, smooth skin under my fingers. "I don't like to hurt you, but you've left me no choice." Smack! Smack! Smack! I began spanking her again, back and forth between her rosy cheeks, until my hand started to sting. After about 20 more blows I paused again. Lauren had stopped thrashing and trying to get away, and was now merely squirming, but in a different way. Her legs had parted, and I could see the lightly furred lips of her pussy: swollen, open, and...undeniably wet. Now, I've seen Lauren parading around this house for eight years, frequently in almost total undress. She was the kind of girl who slept in panties and a tank top, and wore a tiny bikini in the summer, with no regard to who might be looking. Shorts were short, skirts were shorter. And I can honestly say I never thought twice about her, other than to wish her mother would ask her to dress more appropriately. Generally speaking, I prefer older women...it's the suburban moms in their short tennis skirts I lust after, not teenage girls. But now, looking down at Lauren's exposed sex, her pert little ass warmed by my hand...well, let's just say I'd never been more aroused in my life. I felt myself growing hard, and hoped she couldn't feel my erection forming against her waist. I almost ended it right there; but I felt I had a job to do. Lauren was beaten but not broken, and I wanted to break her today—and hope I never had to do this again. "Are you ready to finish this?" I spoke quietly, stroking her ass as I waited for her reply. I heard her swallowing, trying not to cry. She still didn't want me to know I'd won. "No," she spat. I grabbed her hair again and pulled her head up, tilting it so she had to look at me. Tears had etched streaks into her cheeks, and her eyes glistened. "What did you say?" "I mean...yes...end it...please!" She let herself go limp against me, and I released her hair. "Tell me," I said." "Tell you what?" "Tell me why I had to do this." "Because I trashed the house." "More." Lauren sobbed. "Because I dressed like a slut and left the house a mess and was rude to you..." She choked on the words. "And you deserved to be spanked for it." "Y-yes." "Tell me." "I deserved to be spanked for my behavior." "Good. Now, I want you to ask me to finish spanking you." Lauren was crying, wet, snuffling sounds. "Please, Jim. Please finish spanking me." I didn't speak, just rubbed my hand over the inflamed red skin on her ass, occasionally letting my hand dip ever so slightly between her parted thighs. She opened them a little wider. As soon as she did, I raised my hand again, and finished what I'd started, spanking her ass harder and longer than I had before, until it was bright red and she was moaning and begging me to stop. After she'd caught her breath, I started rubbing again, and talking at the same time. I told her all the things I'd disagreed with her mother about, how things never would have come to this if she'd just disciplined here daughter now and again, how I wasn't going to put up with her rudeness anymore, how if she wanted to live with me until she was 18 she could but she had to stay under my rules, how if she broke them, she'd have my punishments to face up to. Finally, I was talked out. I'd been gently rubbing and stroking her burning cheeks the whole time, but now I stopped, resting my hand on her lower back, on top of the pushed-up skirt. Lauren wriggled a little across my lap. "Don't stop....that feels so good," she moaned. I was only half surprised. I had a good view of my stepdaughter's pussy between her open thighs, and in fact I'd been focusing on the slick pink lips as I'd finished the spanking. I knew this unexpected situation was arousing her as much as it was me—and I was rock hard. "This feels good?" I asked, as I languidly stroked up and down each cheek, each pass of my hand moving closer in toward the cleft of her ass, and lower onto her upper thighs, so that finally I was running my fingers between her buttocks, and down over her wet sex. "Mmmmm..." Was all Lauren said. Instead of moving back up to her ass, I ran my fingertips down her right inner thigh, then back up the left one, until they again reached that soft, pink flower. And there I lingered, lightly brushing the surface, nicely lubricated with Lauren's excitement, until I could resist temptation no longer: I ran two fingers between her lips until they found the pearl I'd been looking for—her stiff, needy clit. Lauren still didn't say anything, but she rotated her hips against my hand and groaned as I started to trace light circles around the outside of her tingling nub, occasionally letting my fingers cross over its tip, each time eliciting another mew from Lauren. "And this feels good?" I asked, as I continued working her clit. "Tell me, Lauren...otherwise I'm going to stop." Of course the last thing I wanted was to stop—I felt like I was on the verge of explosion any second, myself—but I wanted to hear her say it. Silence. I pulled my hand away and shifted as if I wanted to stand up. Lauren twisted on my lap to look up at me. Her face was red; her lips were puffy and parted. "Don't stop. Please...don't stop." "When we're done here, you're going to clean up this room. And then you're going to come downstairs and clean the mess you left there. Understood?" I tried to make my voice as stern and commanding as I possibly could. "Anything...anything...just, please...don't stop." Her voice was breathy and pleading. Now, as many issues as I'd had with my stepdaughter, I certainly couldn't resist that plea. I returned my hand to its work between her tan thighs, this time positioning my thumb on her clit, and sliding a finger slowly inside her cunt. I didn't think Lauren was a virgin (I'd overheard her talking to her girlfriends too many times to harbor that illusion), but God, was her pussy tight. I almost came right then, feeling the walls of her cunt clenching around my index finger. And I've never felt a woman as wet as she was then; It was like plunging my finger inside an overripe peach, hot and oozing from sitting outside in the sun all day. It felt glorious. Evidently, Lauren agreed, because she purred, low and long, and her pussy tightened even more around my probing finger. I started to fuck her with it, deep, insistent strokes sliding in and out, loosening up her warm, rich cave. Soon, I slid my middle finger in alongside the other, all the while maintaining consistent pressure on her slippery clit with my thumb. It didn't take more than a minute for Lauren's pussy to start spasming around my fingers, as her hips bucked and writhed against my hand, gasps and cries of pleasure floating up to me as she came, hard. I kept up my tender assault on her juicy hole as the waves of her orgasm subsided, only stopping when she was once again limp on my lap, and flinched every time my thumb caressed her now super-sensitive clit. "Well, Lauren," I said. "You see, spankings aren't all bad, are they?" I brought my hand out from between her legs and I swear, the sight of her juices dripping from my fingers made me twice as hard as I had been before, if that were even possible. I ran my fingers through her hair and down her back. "You can sit up now." Lauren didn't move for a minute, just lay there, heaving against my legs. Then, finally, she bent her knees, and slid off my lap until she was kneeling on my left side. She rested her head on my thigh, still recovering, I thought. But her head was turned toward me, and she had a clear view of my hard cock bulging along my thigh. And when she looked up into my eyes and moved her hand from her side to my crotch, it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. I couldn't believe it was happening, and yet, there was my problem stepchild, tracing the outline of my erection through my pants. "I think you enjoyed it too, Dad," she said, a half-smile playing across her lips, the word 'Dad' laced with a lazy, seductive irony. I couldn't say anything, I was too transfixed by her slender fingers making their slow progress down my swollen shaft, and by the wet spot growing down by the tip of my penis as precum soaked through my pants. Instead, I just nodded. Lauren, shifted herself around in front of me, wincing a little as she moved—I'm sure her sore ass made every movement painful, as I'd intended...I wanted her to have a reminder of this moment for at least a day—settling between my legs. She placed a hand on each knee, and slid her nails up my inner thighs, skating over my bulging dick on the way to my belt buckle. Now it was my turn to groan, as Lauren opened my pants, pushed my boxers down, and released my throbbing cock. I was pleased to see her pause in surprise as she held it in her small hand: fully erect, with a fat dark pink head, and a thick, veined shaft, my 7-inch friend never failed to do me proud. I was still smiling as she ran her fingers from its base to the head, dipping one into the leaking goo at the tip and bringing it to her lips. I watched as she sucked the finger into her mouth, closing her eyes as if it were the most delicious nectar she'd ever tasted. Either this girl had been watching a lot of porn, or she was a born cocksucker, because a moment later when her lips surrounded my swollen glans and her mouth descended slowly over my shaft, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Now, Beth, my wife, gave decent head. Not often enough, but when she obliged, I'd never had cause to complain. Lauren had her mom beat, hands down. The magic she worked with that mouth was unlike anything I'd ever felt. Of course it wasn't just her mouth...she knew just how to use her hands, too, teasing and squeezing my balls, moving the skin at the base of my shaft up and down just so, and basically driving me fucking wild—as I wondered just how many teenaged boys she'd treated to this trick. I was close to climax in no time—after all, I'd been sitting there with a hard cock for what seemed like forever as I'd spanked her hot little ass, and, honestly, it was a miracle I hadn't cum just from that. However, as soon as Lauren could sense me nearing the edge she pulled me out of her mouth. The Reckoning Ch. 01 Gabriel Madison walked through the courtyard of his college campus, noticing that some of the guys were snickering while leering at him. His brown eyes scanned the area immediately around him and he counted at least several other groups looking at him and he could feel the anger welling up within him. He looked across the courtyard and saw someone he didn't much care for, Travis, his big sister's boyfriend. Gabriel didn't like the way he spoke to his sister, nor how he spoke of her as well. He suddenly turned and approached Travis despite the fact that he had his cronies with him and tapped him on the shoulder. Travis turned and sneered at Gabriel, "What's up with you little man?" "What the fuck is your problem asshole?" "Oh I see, now that you're eighteen you're all big and tough now huh?" "What did you say about my sister? You didn't think I would find out?" Michael said. The anger clear in his voice, and he clenched his fists. "What do you care? That shit is between me and your fucking slut of a sister." It was then that Travis noticed that Gabriel's fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. "What are you gonna do Gabe, hit me? Come on and take a swing, I won't even defend." Gabriel was about to take him up on it when he heard a woman scream out his name as she ran up to them and turned to face the voice. He watched as his sister ran up to them and put a hand on both his and Travis' chest, separating them. "Take it easy Travis, why don't you just leave my brother alone," Jessica said angrily. "Fuck you slut, he came up to me and wanted to fight." "You shut the fuck up!" Michael pushed forward, almost pushing his sister out of the way before suddenly feeling his arm being tugged on. "Come on Gabe, let's go," Jessica said, pulling him away from the group. "I'll see you around when your big sister isn't there to get you out of trouble," Travis said, an air of arrogance dripping from his voice, causing his friends to laugh like hyena's. Gabriel suddenly turned and pulled free from his sister's grasp and stepped toward Travis, his fist balled tighter than he had ever felt before and he swung with a force that he didn't know he could possess. His fist connected solidly with Travis' cheek, sending him spinning to the ground. He looked down at Travis as he touched his face, unsure of what had just happened and spat at him, "Stay the fuck away from me and my sister you fucker." "Since when did you get so big Gabe?" Jessica asked as they walked away. She ruffled his shaggy hair as she felt so much pride for her little brother, but that was soon replaced by concern. "You realize he's going to come after you now." "Let him, I don't care. Why was he saying that shit about you anyways?" "I finally dumped him, that's why. He stopped respecting me and wanted me to fuck him even though I wasn't ready. Then he slapped me and that's when I said enough was enough. If mom can kick dad out, then I can walk away from him." "I'll be ready for him. Fuck the last class, what say we skip out and go get food somewhere and just go home?" "That sounds good to me, wanna go to Jack's? It'll be my treat," she said, her mood lightening already as she headed towards their favorite local burger joint that was literally just down the street from the college. It was often a favorite hang out spot for a lot of the students that attended the local community college. "Sounds good to me," he said as he felt the sudden shot of adrenaline slowing leaving him, which caused him to realize he was actually quite hungry. "I could go for a double and chili fries!" Jessica laughed, "Not going to be a cheap date this time are you?" "Sorry Jess, but I'm starving," he said, looking at her and smiling. She had called him her date before when they would get lunch, but this time the tone was different. He chalked it up to the sudden rush of adrenaline that he was sure was also coursing through her veins, though that didn't stop him from looking at her in a different light. She was larger than most girls, her hips wide and she had large breasts, much bigger than most of the girls at his school. She had what some would call a classic hourglass figure and her blonde hair fell just below her ears. He had heard some people say she was fat, but he thought differently. She was beautiful and he had a yearning to be closer to her than they were already were, a feeling that he had been noticing for some time now. They got to the burger place, ordering their food before sitting down in a booth. Since most of the classes weren't out yet the place was fairly quiet and they were able to find a table off to the side. This time instead of sitting on opposite sides, Gabriel sat down next to his sister. Jessica was surprised by his choice but didn't say anything, she actually felt better with him sitting next to her. As they waited for their food to arrive she put her head on his shoulder and leaned into him, enjoying his company. "Thank you Gabe, I couldn't ask for a better brother." "Anytime sis, you know I'm always here for you. Though I guarantee I'll fuck him up if he tries anything again." "I know that, but for now can we just forget about him? Right now I just want it to be you and me," she said softly. She loved how natural it felt to be sitting so close to him. She was always close to her brother, but this felt different. It was a feeling she had never felt with him, or perhaps it was a feeling she had never allowed herself to feel before. "Sure thing," he said just as their food arrived. He looked up and thanked the worker before tearing into his food. He had finished his burger and most of his chili fries before he noticed that she had barely touched her food, gingerly picking at it. "What's the matter Jess?" "Nothing, just not that hungry I guess." "Bullshit, and you know it, now what's the matter?" "I guess it's just some of the things he said. I guess they left their mark after all," she said, looking away from him, staring out the window instead. "What did he say?" he said, softening his tone. "Among other things, he called me a fat cow. You don't think I'm fat do you?" "Fuck no, I think you're sexy!" Gabriel said, suddenly blushing at how quickly he blurted his response. Jessica looked at him, wondering what was going on in that head of his. She had watched her little brother grow up and in the last few years turn into a handsome young man. He would often go out into the garage and work out, his boyish body had become lean and sculpted. Some of her friends had told her how jealous they were that her little brother had become such a hottie and she usually dismissed it, stating that she never looked at him that since he was her brother. It was a lie but she never let them know that. She wanted to know what he was thinking, "Do you really mean that?" He looked her in the eye and decided to give in to his feelings, "I do. You are the prettiest woman I know. Those fuckers don't know what they are talking about but I've come to be very attracted to you." He suddenly looked away, not meaning to go that far but it was too late now. She stared at him, letting his words sink in. "I probably shouldn't have said that," he said as he noticed that she hadn't said anything. "No it's quite alright Gabe. I had no idea that's how you felt, though I have to confess I've been thinking about you too." Jessica decided she would place her bets and show her hand. The last few weeks had shown her that the only man who truly loved her and was always there for her was her brother and she was beginning to fall in love with him. Her eyes were suddenly opened to how he thought of her physically, but had he felt the same emotionally? She put her hand on his thigh beneath the table and waited for him to swat it away, but he left it there, noticing that he actually scooted closer to her so that their thighs touched. "Please don't be mad at me for what I'm about to say, but I think I've fallen in love with you. Those guys never knew what they had, and I saw it all. I've wanted to kick the crap out of Travis for so long. First because he had you to himself and I never got to spend time with you, then because of what he said. I was always jealous because you spent time with those other guys." "Gabe, I'm not mad at you. I'm truly flattered. I never knew you liked me that much." She kissed him on the cheek lightly and looked him in the eye. "I'm so glad you feel the same way." She stared at him, their gaze unwavering and she felt a sudden pull, bringing her closer to him and pressed her lips against his. The world around her suddenly disappeared as she kissed him on his lips for the first time. As she slowly pulled back she opened her eyes, seeing a smile cross his face and knew she had made the right move, her gamble paying off. Gabriel let the moment fade slowly away as he stared deep into her eyes before he suddenly jumped up and almost ran to the cashier to get a to-go bag. He practically threw the rest of her food into it before grabbing her hand, pulling her up and out of the booth. He set a fast pace as he practically pulled Jessica in tow as they headed back to the car that was still in the school parking lot. Despite having their own cars, they usually shared her car since they both went to the same school and as they got to it, he opened the door for her. She was excited by his sudden movements and loved his chivalry, but wondered what he was thinking of when he pulled her with him. She watched him start the car and practically peel out of the parking lot, noting that he suddenly had a lead foot. Gabriel slammed on the brakes as he pulled the car into the driveway to their home. He shut the car off and helped her out of the car, leading her into the house. As soon as he closed the front door he planted a kiss on her lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Jessica was taken aback by his sudden passion but gave into his kisses. She opened her lips and let his probing tongue push forward as she ran her hands over his hard body. She pulled back from their kiss and panted, "Are you sure you want to do this bro?" "I do, but not if you aren't completely sure." "I am, I just don't want you to regret anything." Gabriel answered her by kissing her once more, softly but more passionately this time. He let her lift his shirt up and over his head before resting his hands on her ample ass cheeks, squeezing them with his large hands. He felt his cock stir as he kissed her and felt her soft body push up against his. She felt so good in his arms and he loved how natural it felt that they were together. He realized just how much he loved her soft body and that he wanted to have her, all of her to himself and he knelt down in front of her. His hands unzipping her tight jeans before pulling them down, exposing her panties that had a small wet spot that called to him. He leaned forward and kissed her panties as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. Gabriel helped her step out of her jeans before he pulled her panties aside, exposing her wet pussy to him. He kissed her lips before pushing his tongue between them, lapping at her juices that suddenly flowed. "Oh fuck Gabe," she yelped as she reached back and placed her hands on the wall, steadying herself. "No one has ever gone down on me before! Fuck that feels so good!" Gabriel reached up and grasped at her ass cheeks with hands, pressing her pussy deeper into his mouth as he moaned into her. He could hear her panting as her breath was coming in shallow gasps, holding on to her to help her keep her balance. He could feel her legs begin to shudder as he alternately lapped at her soft lips and flicked her clit with his tongue. After a few minutes he could feel her body tense up as she reached down and pressed his face between her legs, her hips thrusting forward at the same time. "That's it Gabe, just like that baby! I'm going to cum!" she screamed. She felt her orgasm wash over her suddenly as she let out a scream so loud she thought the neighbors might hear them but she didn't care. She thrust her hips forward, pushing her pussy against his mouth as she flooded his mouth with her juices. Gabriel moaned as he drank her juices, swallowing every last drop, savoring her taste. He felt her legs buckle and helped her slowly to the floor and he sat down cross legged. She slumped on the floor in front of him, resting her head on his lap. She cooed softly as the final ripples of her orgasm washed over, slowly fading away. She finally caught her breathe and looked up at him and smiled sweetly. She gently pushed him back and made him lay down on the floor so she could undo his pants. She pulled them down, pulling his boxers with them in one swift movement and freed his cock which sprang up suddenly, almost slapping her in the face. "Good Lord Gabe, what a fucking beautiful cock you have! I never knew it was so big! How is it that you haven't fucked every girl on campus with this fucking snake?" "I guess I was saving myself for the right woman," he said as he looked at his sister lovingly. "I'm so glad to hear that," she said before she kissed his cock. She licked her lips before she lowered her mouth onto his cock, only able to take the first few inches before she hit the back of her throat. She tried to take more of him but gagged and had to pull back, letting him flop out of her mouth. "You're just too big dear brother; I don't think I can take you all in," she said before sucking the tip of her cock back into her mouth, causing Gabriel to moan. He loved the feeling of her mouth around his length, her hands stroking his shaft. He'd never experienced it before and suddenly realized just how much more sexual experience she had compared to him. He felt her flick her tongue over the tip of his cock and suddenly tensed from the rush of sensations, causing him to grunt. "Please stop sis, please." She let go of his cock and looked at him , concern crossing her face, "What is it Gabriel? Are you having second thoughts?" "Nothing like that, just that if you kept doing that I was going to cum way too soon and I want to cum inside of you." "Aren't you a naughty boy, guess it's a good thing I'm on the pill otherwise you wouldn't get that wish. It would be nice to feel you spill your seed deep inside of me wouldn't it baby brother?" He nodded as he watched her climb over him, her large tits hanging and rubbing against his skin as did so. Gabriel looked down and saw her pussy hover over his cock and could feel her lips touching the very tip of him. "God I need you sis, I need to fuck you!" She reached beneath her and grabbed his length and held it, letting just the tip of his huge cock touch her pussy lips, hovering there above him. "Are you sure baby brother? Once we do this, everything will change." "I'm sure." "You have to be positive, without a doubt that you want this. Once I fuck you I may want it again and again." "I'm positive, I want you, I need you." "You realize your cock belongs to me now don't you?" "Yes Jessie, yes!" Gabriel couldn't stand it and needed her to take him. He knew she had just broken him completely and that he was hers for the taking, and he was perfectly alright with that. He knew he could treat her better than any other man and he was ready to give himself completely to her. "Make me yours dear sister!" Jessica moaned at hearing his words and slowly lowered herself onto his large cock. She had never felt anything so big and had to take her time, lowering herself inch by inch. After a couple of minutes she had finally taken him in completely, her ass resting on his hips and she reveled in how full she felt. She leaned forward and pressed her palms on his chest to steady herself as she sat on his cock, just enjoying the sensations of feeling him inside of her. "Fuck Gabe, I've never felt so full before in my life, that cock feels so good!" Gabriel loved feeling her pussy surround his cock, her walls squeezing him. He reached down and put his hands on her hips and held her there. He knew that their mutual seduction was complete and that they now belonged to each other. It didn't happen in the way he had ever dreamed of, but never the less, it happened just the same. She slowly began to grind her hips against him before slowing moving up and down his length. She had finally let herself stretch enough to accommodate him and was ready to pump him in and out. Each time she lowered herself back onto him she moaned. Her rhythm built up with each stroke as she impaled herself time after time as she dug her fingers into his chest, marking him. She suddenly sank down on him and just ground her pussy onto his cock and moaned. "If you keep that up I'm going to cum real soon," Gabriel panted. He could tell he wasn't going to last much longer as the sensations were just too much. Jessica smiled mischievously as she looked him in the eyes, grinding her hips in a circular pattern with more force. She moaned before saying in a soft tone, "That's it baby, cum deep inside my pussy! Fill up your sister's pussy with your seed!" Gabriel dug his fingers into her hips and thrust forward with his hips, pressing himself against her body and grunted loudly, "Fuck I'm cumming!" He felt his cock before shooting several hot streams of his thick white cum deep inside her as his body convulsed beneath her. Stars burst in his head as he had never felt pleasure of this magnitude before. She lay down on top of him, pressing her breasts against his chest and kissed him on his face and neck as his orgasm washed over him, hearing him pant in her ear. She held him close and could feel his cock softening, leaving behind his seed deep within her. She lay her head down next to his on the floor and nuzzled him as she whispered, "I love you Gabriel. I always have." He turned to face her and smiled, "I love you too Jessie. I was always afraid to tell you though." A light went off in her head and she smiled, "What did you mean when you said you were saving yourself for someone special? Were you a virgin?" Gabriel smiled at her, nodding slightly. Jessica hugged him tightly and kissed his neck. She loved knowing that he had given himself completely to her, including his own virginity. She was speechless and just held him close, feeling him wrap his arms around her and hold her tightly. She loved being wrapped in his arms and felt safe, and more importantly felt loved. Jessica let her mind wander and realized she had never felt this way before. Her previous boyfriends had always told her that they loved her, but it never felt this way and she never wanted this feeling to leave her. As he looked at his watch he realized what time it was, "Jess I think we should get dressed. Mom will be home soon." Jessica moaned in disappointment but agreed. She got up, helping her brother up at the same time and helped gather their clothes. "We should probably take a shower, I don't know about you but I got all sweaty." He giggled, "Yea me too." Gabriel threw his clothes into a pile on the closet floor and suddenly had a huge smile. "You know sis, when I was younger I hated the fact that we didn't have a normal bathroom and that our bedrooms both opened up to it. Now I'm glad." "Makes it so much easier for us to sneak into each others rooms now doesn't it," Jessica said, knowing exactly where his thoughts were going. "I'll no longer be lonely at night." Gabriel hugged her tightly, "You won't have to be lonely anymore sis." He reached down and grabbed her ass, "You're mines now." "Mmm, and I am perfectly okay with that. Crap I left my phone out there, I'll be right back." He watched as she walked out quickly before returning with her phone in hand, a look of concern on her face. "What is it?" The Reckoning Ch. 01 "I got a text from Mia; she said that Travis was looking for you and that he was telling people he was going to kick your ass." "Let him come for me, I'll fucking put him in his place. We can worry about that later, for now though I think we should take that shower." He pressed his body up against hers and held her close. Gabriel loved how she felt in his arms, "I just want to hold you." "I think I can allow that," she said as she looked up at him. "I love you Gabriel." "And I love you Jessica, always." They held each other for a few minutes, just enjoying each others company before they finally got into the shower together. As they let the water wash over them they explored each other's body's, learning every curve, every scar, every inch of each other. After nearly an hour of being in the shower, they finally got out and dried each other off before finally watching each other get dressed in the closet that separated their bedrooms. Gabriel walked into the kitchen and grabbed some left over pizza from the refrigerator and then headed out to the living room. He saw that Jessica had started eating her hamburger and smiled. "What?" she said as she looked up at him. "Nothing, just glad you're finally eating." She smiled awkwardly, her mouth full. "Don't listen to those fucking bastards, you aren't fat. You're beautiful just the way you are," Gabriel said as he sat down next to her on the couch. She swallowed and stuck her tongue out at him, laughing as she did so. Gabriel laughed hard and hugged her close, not letting go as he heard the front door open. Their mother walked through the door and smiled at seeing her children, "At least I did something right." "Hi mom, what do you mean?" Jessica asked, her smile softening. "Nothing, I'm just glad you two get along so well. Promise you two will never leave me okay?" Carrie said as she sat down on the arm of the couch. "We promise," Jessica said as she got up and hugged their mother. Gabriel saw that look in her eyes and knew it had to do with their father. He grew up loving his father unconditionally but as he got older, he realized just what an ass his father was. They had gotten into screaming matches and knew that if push came to shove, he would take a swing at him. He shook the thought out of his head as he got up and wrapped his arms around both women. He loved his mother and noted how much alike they resembled each other. No matter what the future held, he was confident he could become the man of the house. Soon the day of reckoning would come, and he would make his father pay for the pain they had suffered because of him. The Reckoning Ch. 01 I looked down at her, questioningly, but she said nothing. I watched as she stood, pushed her panties the rest of the way down her legs, and stepped out of them. Then, placing her hands on my shoulders and her mouth on mine, she straddled me. Her tongue slid into my mouth as my cock slipped inside her. No, this was no virgin. Sure, she closed her eyes as my big dick forced its way inside her tight hole, but within seconds she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and was fucking me with absolute abandon. Her full, round tits were crushed up against my chest and her tongue probed mine as my cock surged in and out of her, our hips rocking together in a frenzy of mutual pleasure. Her moans and cries of "yes, yes" mingled with the wet sound of my cock moving in and out of her soaking wet cunt. Breaking the kiss, I bent my head to her neck, kissing my way down to her cleavage. I took one arm from around her waist and lifted her breasts, one by one from the embrace of her low-cut bra, giving my hungry mouth full access to her rosy, erect nipples. As I sucked the first one between my lips, Lauren shuddered in climax, but I didn't relent, keeping up both the hard, thrusting rhythm of my hips driving my cock up inside her and my mouth suckling her tit. When I moved on to the next nipple, I took the first one between my fingers, pinching it hard as I lavished the other with my tongue. Lauren's groans turned to cries, as she came again, her pussy clamping down on my shaft in a series of seemingly never ending contractions. With that, I could stand it no more. I grabbed her hot, red ass with both hands and pulled her down hard on top of me as I shot my load deep inside her, jerking and shooting again and again in one of the most explosive orgasms I'd ever experienced. "Fuck, yes, Lauren!" I moaned, as my heavy balls emptied in that sweet little cunt. I couldn't bring myself to move at all for a while, just enjoyed the sensation of my cock softening in its sticky, warm cradle. When I finally returned from cloud 9, I gently held Lauren to my chest, her head lolling against my shoulder, both of us exhausted from our experience. I can't tell you exactly what was going through my head at that moment, but I was awash with a mix of feelings...most of them good. Sure, there was a bit of guilt, I mean, fucking your stepdaughter isn't exactly on the top of the list of admirable actions, but she'd initiated it...she'd never been remotely 'like a daughter to me'...and her bitch of a mother and I weren't even together anymore. Aside from that little twinge, and the fervent hope that Lauren was on the pill, I was about as relaxed and satisfied as I'd been since Beth left, and even before, since we'd been fighting non-stop for the past year. And I actually felt some tenderness toward her, literally for the first time since she'd come barreling into my house all those years ago. So I was still smiling as I gently helped Lauren off my lap and onto the bed. I looked down at her, tits still spilling out of her tank, skirt up around her waist, cum dripping down her thighs, and the look on her face—the best way to describe it is the look of a cat that's just finished a huge bowl of cream—made my cock throb again as I pulled my pants back up, zipped, buttoned, and buckled. I didn't really know what to say to her. Another admonishment felt wrong, but I didn't want to be too nice either. So I said nothing, just smiled back at her, turned, and left the room, closing the door behind me. Warm with the glow of an intense orgasm, I was about to add the cherry on top of the evening with a nice stiff scotch and the Thursday Times crossword puzzle before dinner, but as I was heading downstairs I remembered my instructions to Lauren about cleaning up as soon as we'd finished. I stopped in my tracks, and turned toward my bedroom. My kick-back time would come soon enough: first, I wanted to look for that wooden hairbrush...I had a feeling I was going to need it. The Reckoning Ch. 02 I didn't go downstairs to clean up right away, like Jim had told me to. It was a risk, I know, but I figured he'd cut me some slack right then. And I needed to think about what had just happened. I was in shock, to tell you the truth. I mean, I'd always thought Jim was cute. Well, cute isn't really the right word for a grown man. But hot isn't either. He's too straight-laced to be truly hot. I'm sure you can picture him...typical businessman type: dark hair, conservative clothes. Kind of a dork. Though he does have blue eyes—you know, those really light, icy blue eyes that seem to see right through you?—and a pretty buff bod. He's like, 6'1" with nice broad shoulders and really muscular arms. Actually, a couple of my girlfriends always joked about him as "the hottie". You know, 'is the hottie picking you up?' Stuff like that. Lisa, my ex-best-friend, used to practically shove her enormous boobs in his face whenever she came over. But I swear Jim never even noticed. He was just totally oblivious. Probably because he was so busy being annoyed with me. From the moment my mom and I moved in, it was like I was this total irritation to him. I guess I can't blame him too much. I was a bit of a handful, and my mom did let me do whatever I wanted. Talk about a pushover...she was always trying to be my best friend. And Jim was just sooo into my mom; she was all he cared about, so he was willing to put up with me, too. I'll admit I did try to push his buttons, just to get a rise out of him. But it never really worked. He pretty much ignored me or told my mom to deal with whatever problem—you know, like he could care less about what I did or didn't do. And then, out of the blue she ditched him. I couldn't believe it when she told me she was leaving...and for who! I mean, Rick, her boss, is kind of sexy, but in a super sleazy way. You, know, the kind of guy who wears a gold chain-link bracelet and opens his shirt one button too far? And here's she's got this nice, good-looking guy at home...big house, great car, good job, blah, blah, blah. And I knew their sex life was good, since their bedroom was right next to mine and I could hear them screwing all the time. A lot of nights I'd lie in bed listening to them, fingering my pussy and wishing it were me in there instead of my mother. Seriously, I don't know what the woman was thinking. And poor Jim was wrecked when she took off. He didn't talk for like a week. When he finally came out of it, he was still all mopey, and he'd obviously decided not to take any crap from me any more. Suddenly it was rules and more rules. Which really pissed me off, since I was 18 now...too old to take orders from anyone. Not to mention the fact that I'd just been fucking ABANDONED... Not that that made any difference to Jim. He saw me as an extension of his precious Beth, and I was clearly guilty by association. It was like living in a prison. I had to be home by 9 on weekends. 9! But I had nowhere else to go. I'm a year behind in school 'cause I started Kindergarten late, after my real dad died, so I had a whole year of high school to finish. I wasn't about to be some dropout loser, so I had to stay with Jim, and that meant dealing with his fascist regime. Of course, I got around him every way I could. I sneaked out all the time ...he never knew the difference. One night I let my boyfriend in and fucked him in my bed, while Jim was sleeping next door. Despite his tough talk, Jim didn't even notice. So I obviously could have gotten away with my little after-school party this afternoon, if I'd only just made my friends clean up all the crap they left lying around. My school shrink would probably say I wanted to get caught...and maybe I did. I mean, I was definitely sick of being ignored, other than the occasional order. Of course, I never thought in a million years that Jim would react the way he did. I mean, the guy barely ever even spoke to me. And now he wanted to spank me? I mean, I'd expected to be grounded! And what happened afterwards...well, that was an even bigger surprise. I must be some kind of sick freak, but when Jim was whaling on my ass something just went crazy inside me. I'd been fighting and trying to get away...and then suddenly all I could think of was this unbelievable ache inside me. The more he spanked me, the more I wanted him to. It felt....good! I could feel myself getting wet, and I knew Jim could see everything. And that turned me on even more. I was crying in pain—I mean, it really hurt—but the last thing I wanted was for him to stop. And when he'd pause to rub my poor red cheeks...oh, my...that was more than I could take. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing his hand and shoving it between my legs. Now how crazy is that? You should have seen the look on his face when I unzipped his pants. Shock, of course, but also...just total animal lust. Of course, when I saw the size of his cock, it was my turn for shock and awe...then I really couldn't believe my mom had skipped out! It was the biggest I've ever seen. Not that I've seen that many, really...but a few. And wow, what a beauty. I had to have it. I wanted to feel it filling me up, diving deep inside my cunt. I wasn't disappointed, either. Some guys think just having a big dick is enough...they don't really bother to use it. Jim knew how to use his. When I was riding him, I was working, sure, but he was moving inside me like he knew just which spots to hit. It was unbelievable. I'd already cum twice on his lap, but the third time was the charm. I thought I was going to pass out afterwards. And then...it was over as fast as it had begun. He was down the hall...and I was lying in bed with a burning ass, my stepfather's cum dripping down my thighs. And a huge smile on my face. After a few minutes, I couldn't help dipping my finger into that sticky spunk and sliding it into my mouth, sucking the salty, tangy cream from my skin. Mmmmm. I was wishing Jim had cum in my mouth as I ran my finger down my body, skating over each nipple, leaving a trail of saliva through my belly button on the way to my still-sensitive clit. Avoiding the raw center I traced circles around it, across my cum-drenched slit, and then inside, slowly fucking myself with two fingers. Closing my eyes, I imagined Jim's mouth on me, his head buried between my open thighs, his tongue replacing my fingers, his fingers torturing my tingling nub. But you want to know what put me over the edge for the fourth time that night? Made me moan out loud as my pussy shuddered against my slippery fingers? Not the image of Jim eating my cunt...but the memory of his hand smacking my ass, over and over and over again. Eventually, I had to go downstairs. I changed into something I thought Jim would think was "appropriate": sweats and an old T-shirt. I cleaned everything up, waiting for him to come out and say what a great job I'd done...or anything. But he just stayed in his office, watching the news or something. His "man cave," my mom used to call it. He was in there all the time. A lot of the time watching the stock market on his computer, I guess. Yes, I'd wondered if he was looking at porn. And Lisa and I had even scoped the office out one time, just to see if he was as straight and boring as he seemed. And guess what? He was. There was nothing. Not even an old issue of Playboy in his files. The computer was password protected, so we couldn't find anything there either. Anyway, I cleaned up, and that was it! Jim muttered goodnight when I said I was going to bed, but nothing else. The rest of the week was pretty much the same. Actually, he was barely home. Working late on a big case all week, he said, the few times we were there at the same time. I kept waiting for him to say something, show he'd been thinking about me and about what had happened...but nothing. I must say I was on my best behavior that week. I worked super hard in school, and aced my chemistry mid-term. My grades were way improved since my mom bailed—if I'd started this earlier, I might have gotten into a better college. But I didn't mind going to State. At least I'd be close to my friends. And close to home. Still, the more Jim ignored me every time we were in the house together, the worse I felt. By the end of the week I was slipping up a little. I left the sink full of dishes Thursday morning, but Jim just told me to clean them up, in a kind of offhand way, that night. Friday came, and I blew off my sort-of boyfriend, Chad, thinking Jim might be around that night. But he rolled in around 9, went right into his office, and spent the rest of the night reading some detective book on the sofa. Saturday, I figured I'd have the whole day with Jim. To tell you the truth, I'd become a little obsessed at that point. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I mean, I'd tormented this guy for years, and now...I was dreaming, and daydreaming, about fucking his brains out. It was crazy, I know! So I woke up Saturday morning (well, around noon, if you must know) in a great mood. I put on this really sexy short white bathrobe and went down to the kitchen, thinking I'd start the day with a little tease. I was wet just thinking about how I'd let it gape open as I leaned over Jim to pick something up on the counter... But instead of Jim, all I found was a note on the counter. He was playing golf. He had a dinner date. Don't forget to water the grass seed in the back yard. I was so mad I stomped my foot on the floor like a little kid. A dinner date...I knew what that meant. He'd been going out with this chick from his office for a few weeks. Well, I guess she's not really a chick. She's his age...but I remembered her from his office Christmas party (he'd dragged me and my mom, totally against my will) and she was pretty. Really pretty. You know the type, tall, blonde, elegant. Total bitch, in other words. I bet she'd been wanting to get her hooks into him for ages. I wondered if they were sleeping together. The thought made me sick. I sat at a stool at the kitchen counter, looking down at the flecks of granite, feeling sorry for myself. And trying to decide what to do with myself all day. He could forget about his precious grass seed, I decided. There was no way I was watering anything. I ate breakfast, fuming about the bad turn my day had taken. Finally, I decided to spend the day in the back yard, working on my tan. Maybe a little relaxation would clear my head. And the warm sun on my skin did feel fantastic. I'd put on my favorite bikini—the tiniest of tiny string bikinis, in a shade of green that almost matched my eyes—and oiled up. I left the top upstairs...after all, I was all alone, and I hate tan lines. I started on my back, letting the sun bake my body, but the feeling of the air on my breasts was too distracting—it just reminded me of the rough way Jim had sucked my nipples between his lips, which was exactly what I was trying to forget. So I turned onto my stomach, my head facing away from the house, trying to fall asleep. I guess I did eventually doze off, because I was totally disoriented when I thought I heard something inside the house a little while later. I half sat up, but I couldn't see anyone moving inside. Chalking it up to my vivid imagination, I lay back down, luxuriating in the hot sunshine. And then, my skin suddenly went cold. I knew there was someone in the yard with me. I was scared for a second, but then excitement took over. It had to be Jim...you can't get into our yard without a key. He'd come home early to surprise me. I carefully raised myself onto my elbows to look toward the house—I wanted to give him a good look at my breasts as I did—and it was quite a surprise. Instead of Jim, it was Chad standing on the deck taking in the view. "The front door was open," he said. "That's not too smart, especially if you're lying around naked in the back yard." I was pissed...and disappointed. So I took it out on Chad. "Ever heard of a doorbell? You don't just let yourself in because the door is open." I grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. "Oh, come on...I knew you were here, your car was out front. I wanted to surprise you." "Yeah, well, you scared the shit out of me." I stomped inside to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, the edge of the stone surface cold against my warm skin. Chad followed, walking right up to me and putting his hands on either side of me, pinning me back against the granite. "You've been avoiding me all week." He said. "Why?" I couldn't look at him. Before what happened with Jim, Chad and I had been pretty hot and heavy. "Just busy." He leaned in closer, pressing his body against mine so I could feel his erection against my stomach, kissing my lips, long and slow. "Too busy for this?" He whispered. "Mmmm..." Sure, I was thinking of Jim's mouth on mine as I kissed Chad back, but you know what they say about a bird in the hand, right? Well right now I was too horny to wait for whatever might be waiting in the bush. It didn't take a minute for Chad to have my shirt back over my head and his lips wrapped around my hard nipple, and I was rubbing his hard cock through his shorts like I wanted to rub it off. He untied my bikini bottoms and let them fall on the tile floor, then he lifted me up on the counter, pushed my legs apart, and buried his face in my pussy. I leaned back against the cabinets and closed my eyes. Instead of Chad's long honey-colored mop, I imagined Jim's short dark hair under my fingers. Instead of Chad's big brown eyes looking up at me in lust, I pictured Jim's piercing blue ones. Instead of Chad's gentle touch, I felt Jim's commanding presence. It was right then that I came, jerking and bucking against Chad's mouth, so violently I almost fell off the counter. He raised his head, his lips shiny with my cum, and looked at me in surprise. "Wow, that was fast!" I just smiled, slid off the counter, and grabbed his hand. I had an idea. At the top of the stairs, Chad started to turn left toward my room. But I led him next door, to Jim's room. "King-size bed," I explained. Chad laughed, but I didn't say anything as I stood in the doorway of the room. Of course, it was immaculate. You'd hardly know anyone lived in the place. He'd removed every trace of my mother from every surface...there wasn't a paperback book or a perfume bottle or a stray button of hers, anywhere. I was tempted to look in the closet, but there was Chad, pulling me toward the bed. We flopped down on the big bed, making a deep well in the fluffy white duvet. I inhaled deeply...I could smell Jim, and it was intoxicating. Nothing gross...not a dirty, man smell, or cologne or anything...just his essence, the scent of his skin. It drove me absolutely wild and I found myself virtually attacking Chad, pinning him to the bed and ripping his shorts down so I could get to that hard cock. Usually I would have spent a good long time giving him head first, but this time I didn't have time for pleasantries...I needed to be fucked, and good. As I slid my wet cunt down onto his dick I shuddered, remembering the size and shape of Jim's cock, but even Chad's smaller equipment did the trick, and soon I was rocking and bouncing myself to another hard climax. I was holding Chad's hands over his head, my tits shaking as I fucked him, and I remember the look in his eyes was one of someone whose dream has just come true. When he came, shooting his load deep inside me in five or six spasming jets, he cried out "Oh, my fucking GOD, Lauren!" And pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as his cock finally stopped twitching inside me. We lay like that for a long time, then I rolled off him and we stared up at the ceiling, not saying anything. I thought about Jim fucking my mother in this bed, and wondered how often he masturbated here, and whether he thought of me. Picturing him stroking his long, thick shaft with an image of me behind his closed eyes made my body ache again, and soon I was lazily stroking myself, while Chad watched my every move. "God, you're in heat today, baby," he said. I just smiled, closed my eyes, and rubbed my clit, my other hand straying up to my breasts to tease my nipples. Soon, Chad couldn't resist, and his hand joined mine between my legs, his mouth replaced my fingers at my breast. The second time we fucked he was on top, my ankles on his shoulders as he pounded away at my pussy, his surfer-boy hair flopping over his pretty eyes as he grunted and moaned through another orgasm. He was still thrusting and I was on the edge of my climax when I heard the unmistakable sound of the front door closing. We both froze, eyes locked together as we listened. Someone was in the house. In a flash, Chad was off the bed and pulling his clothes on, about to run downstairs and confront the interloper. But I stopped him—grabbing his shoulder as he headed for the door. "Wait. It could be Jim. He'll kill me if he finds you here." It was true. Jim had expressly forbid me from having boys over when he wasn't here...a mandate I'd expressly ignored. "I'll go," I said. "You listen, when you know who it is you can either come down and save me or hide in my room until I get him away from the front door...then...get out. Okay?" I was whispering this as I searched futilely through the closet for an old bathrobe or nightgown of my mom's—I had come upstairs totally naked, but couldn't go down that way. Of course, there was nothing. I took the only thing I could think of, an old shirt of Jims, thinking I'd figure out some explanation if I had to. I watched as Chad padded into my room, his shoes in his hands. Then I headed for the stairs...