"Yeah Mom," Johnny smiled, "It sure was." Chapter Eleven Granted, if one looked at it objectively, Nicole quitting Student Council wasn’t exactly horrific. If it wasn’t Nicole, I might have even labeled it ‘teen drama.’ Nevertheless I still mirrored her sad expression. “Is it that bad?” I asked her. She nodded as she drove, then sighed. “I didn’t wanna tell you because I figure it would put a rain cloud over our hanging out time.” She paused, then spoke with an uncharacteristically small voice. “Want me to just drop you off at home?” “No!” I all but shouted. Nicole recovered somewhat. “Good, because I haven’t been able to hang out with Single Adam in a long while, and I miss him.” “It’s all about sex with you, isn’t it?” I asked her slyly, somewhat relieved myself that we got over the topic of her quitting and onto something a bit more happy. Softly, he moaned as he continued kissing her neck. Calli breathed in and out heavily, as she watched him and felt his soft hands on her skin. His dick remained untouched, trapping him on the edge. As I walked around the busy side walk I got the odd strange look, and the odd smile but in general people just didn’t realise how much they could see, if the cared to look. Setting it up seemed much harder than previously. She grabs my shirt and kisses me fully on the mouth, before gently pushing me toward her tent. Miar wanted to scream but she had a job to do. She just shook her head.
Where the fuck was I? I struggled and thrashed. I refuse to be molested again, but I couldn't stop him. Once again, Justin was taking me to that bastard's bed. I hated my brother. Hated my mother for being so weak, for not standing up to my filthy father's abuse. She allowed him to use me. She'd always apologize after, telling me how much happier he was now. How it was better for the family that he used my pussy. They were all such cowards for kowtowing to that fucking monster. Justin was taking me to that bastard again. The fear swelled. I felt so helpless again. I was that scared, weak little girl that I was a month ago before my powers were born. I squirmed and wiggled, struggling to escape his grasp. This couldn't be happening. Not again. “P-please,” I sobbed, all my new-found power gone. Crumbled away, leaving me crying. “Don't take me to our father.” “Our father?” my terrible brother asked. He sounded baffled. “I'm taking you to the gym. Why would I take you to our father?” “So he can rape me!” I snarled. “You know that.” “Our dad...” He sounded even more confused. “Well, our dad in this universe is my little cuckold bitch. He's not going to rape you. No one is going to fucking rape you. Katie is naked and sitting on the edge of the bed. He practically choked me with the damned thing! "Me too" he shot back. As I bent over, he was able to pull my pussy lips apart and lick the insides of my lips and then my clit. Sitting up, he held her hips moving with her, his face going between her tits. My arm snapped taut, pulling at my socket. In a flash Roger is kissing her arse cheeks and I am very turned on watching my man. If they got creative, they could find ways to have her in more satisfying ways at the same time.
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