ChuckHave you ever stopped to wonder if you let life pass you by? I've had thirteen years to wonder about that. I thought I wanted freedom. I thought I wanted to be single. But what do I have to show for it? A big, fat zero. I thought the world was my oyster back then. I rode the waves of freedom, going everywhere and doing everything I ever wanted. But it seems so hollow now, looking back on it.Before I left, I had used some of our savings to buy a bike. I didn't take all of it, I'm not that big of a jerk. I knew without me around it would be hard on her, so I left some back-up money for Roberta. There, I said her name. I had ignored it and them for so long, that I convinced myself I had forgotten. I made myself into a different man. One she wouldn't recognize.I wanted to be unshackled. As soon as we started having kids, I felt a big noose around my neck, tightening. Roberta would never have understood. She adored them. I knew they were in good hands.I stashed the bike at a frien
BrodyI have today off because I was supposed to be moving. Instead, I'm at Oscar's place. It's a total bachelor pad with minimal furniture and dirty dishes all over the counter. I bet his mom comes over tomorrow to clean for him. Why even move out? Oh, yeah, because he was a total fuck boy. No, seriously, he fucks anything with a vagina. Tall, skinny, fluffy, short, it made no difference to Oscar. He has a different girl several nights a week. Sometimes he would do a double dip with one girl, but never more than that. They get clingy, he said. I think he was like because his mother puts so much pressure on him to settle down with one girl and give her grandbabbies. He wasn't ready for that. I wasn't sure he ever would be.I woke up at my usual time and went to the gym. I came here straight after because I didn't want to hang at the house with Kylie there. I'd kissed her last night, willingly, and I'd do it again if I had the chance, so I needed to stay away. I had actually woken Osca
Kylie"I'm going to bury my face in your sweet cunt now, is that okay with you?" Brody asked in the huskiest voice I'd ever heard from him.I was burning up. His rough hands were on me, and he wanted to put his face between my legs. Can I get a big hell yeah?"Please, Brody. Don't stop." I whined. He kept his eyes on my face while he lowered his head."Such a brat," he said, just before he swiped his tongue across my folds. I kept myself propped up on my elbows, so I could watch him. I gasped when I first felt his tongue, hot and warm on my flesh. His beard was scratchy against the sensitive skin down there. He parted me with his thumbs and delved further. That was amazing. It felt like a form of worship. He was taking his time tasting me, like my pussy was the finest chocolate. I threw my head back and moaned loudly."Eyes on me," he demanded, his voice rough. My eyes zeroed in on his. He's so dominant. I was totally here for that.He was avoiding my clit. The hard little nub was begg
BrodyI walked into the bathroom to wash my face as Kylie had suggested. I liked her smell on me, but we didn't live alone. I had to be respectful of Moe’s house and his daughter. I had never brought girls here before, anyway, so he would suspect something before I got a chance to tell him. I ran through my mind about what I would say. My hard-on was quickly disappearing, so that was a plus.Man, I wanted that girl. What would we do if Moe said no? Everyone seemed to think he'd be cool with it, Me wanting his only child in my bed and on my dick. She had was my step-sister. Had been for years. Wasn't that supposed to be taboo? It wasn't going to be some vanilla relationship either. Neither of us seemed to want that. I wasn't surprised that Kylie might be into some of the darker stuff that I'd always been interested in myself. I mean look at our parents and Brandt and Honey. But would Moe want that for his child? I didn't know, and I felt a touch of panic about the conversation we needed
KylieIt's Monday and I'm back at work, floating on cloud nine. Yesterday was fantastic. My dad said yes! That thought kept rattling around in my head. Not that I thought he would say no about a relationship between me and Brody, but we didn't have to hide anything now. We were going to be a couple. Dating, I guess? Brody and I hadn't talked about the details of going forward. I knew that I wanted him, and he wanted me. For now, that was enough. I couldn't keep my head in the clouds though, the store was too busy for that. If I had thought for a second that we might be slow on a Monday, I would have been wrong.I was still working behind the hot food counter. Pre-made breakfast burritos, eggs, bacon, and chorizo, all lined the case. Conchas and other sweet breads were also available. They make their own tortillas here, both corn and flour that they sell by the dozens. After the lunch rush, I'm going to learn how to make tamales for the special tomorrow. With the amazing food here, I mi
BrodyI spent a few minutes with Mr. Rodriguez after I left Kylie in the back making her first batch of tamales. I made a mental note to be back early tomorrow, before they sold out. I have a craving for these things now, and I wanted to see how she does.Mr. R. led me to small room where he could still keep an eye on the counter. I'd already talked with him about this and he had the videos queed up and ready to go. The first video showed a man walking to Kylie's car and leaving a note under her windshield wiper. We watched the various angles, but the guy knew there were cameras and took precautions. He wore very non-descript clothing. Slacks and a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. Under the hoodie was a ball cap, so no part of his face could be seen. Plus, he kept his head down. That was smart of him. Dammit.He walked onto and off the lot, so there was no car to be seen either. I took the thumb drive that Mr. Rodriguez made for me so I could take the videos home and scrutini
KylieIt felt like Wednesday took forever to get here. No one was home when I got home from work and that was perfect. I took a long hot shower and shaved, well, everything. I exfoliated and hydrated, basically pampered myself for a few hours.I was nervous. Why? I don't know. This was Brody. I've known him for half of my life. But I admitted to myself that I didn't know how this would go with us. Was it too soon to have se8x? I certainly didn't think so, mostly because my hormones raged any time he was near. I was so horny I felt like a stiff breeze could make me orgasm.Unfortunately, I had a feeling that cuddles on the couch meant no s8ex. It was kind of sweet that Brody wanted to date me, but every time I was near him, I just wanted to jump his bones. I hoped my plan of looking good and smelling good would encourage him to do more. I certainly couldn't make him fu8ck me, not if he truly didn't want to. So my plan was to make him want it. Was I being a tease? Yes. Yes I most definit
BrodyI woke up around seven the next morning, but I didn't get up immediately. I heard the shower running. I knew Kylie was in there because she didn't have to go to work early today. I used my imagination and remembered what her nipp8les looked like through that short top last night. I've seen and tasted her pus8sy, but I haven't seen her breasts yet. Unless you can count that time when I was twelve and she was fourteen. I'd come home from Oscar's and went straight towards our shared bathroom. I walked in on her getting out of the shower. I had never asked why the door wasn't locked that day.Kylie was standing in the tub and reaching for a towel. Water was dripping down her body. She didn't squeal and try to cover herself up. Instead, she straightened and let me look my fill. And I had. Mainly because I couldn't get my feet to move. That might be the day I fell in love with her. She was still just a girl and not as filled out as she is now, but I jerked off to that image of her, nak