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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
KylieMy mind was reeling. My own mother thinks I took off with her husband? How did this become my life? To top it all off, this sudden change in Edgar was horrifying to realize. He never paid me much attention growing up. He wasn't mean or cruel, but we didn't share blood or much of a relationship. He had never nurtured me as a father, and I was okay with that. I had a dad that did that for me. Moe was everything a father should be and I adored him.Edgar barely paid me any attention. If anything, and especially when I was younger. I felt that I annoyed him a bit. I was and still am a brat, after all. I can own that shi8t. That was my thought until I came home a few months ago. Once I became aware of his intentions, I left. I had no support from Mother, so I couldn't stay there in his house. And it was his house. I was under no illusions that my mother had any say in anything but the household staff and decorating. But I especially noticed this once he started his advances. I have n
BrodyIt took a few hours but we found him. We found out a lot more too. Edgar is a sick fuck. Inwardly, I cringed. Gwen brought a thick file containing information from five different credit cards. Edgar definitely had plenty of money. The extremely high card balances were paid off every month. One of the cards Edgar used seemed to be strictly for business expenses, but the other four were used for more personal reasons. One was for clothing and online ordering for his own well-being. We focused on the last three, which were used for pleasure. Well, I guess you could call it that. Gentleman's clubs and se8x clubs, like ours here. Edgar frequented them. A lot.We had to look some of the businesses on our phones to find out their purpose. There were purchases from lingerie shops and women's clothing stores. The ones that freaked me out were the more recent charges of B D S M stores and se8x shops. Large purchases which probably meant equipment. The man was building a dungeon. And I'll b
KylieBrody and I headed towards his new apartment. He was right. It wasn't far from the house. It wasn't a large or new building, but it was well-maintained. I imagine he makes good money working at the club. It doesn't bother me that he works there with free pussy hanging all around. He's very controlled. If he's into me, then I know I can trust he won't be with anyone else. I mean I can't even get him to be with me at this point. When he says no and makes up his mind, that's it. But he's also not the kind of guy to be a man-whore. I like that about him. I imagine his body count is low. Not because he can't get a girl a night, like Oscar, but because if he's with a girl he won't play games. He's just not that kind of man.I try not to smile when I think about the conversation my dad had with me the other night. He wanted to address the fact that I had been to the club, alone. He was worried about me. Not that the club was dangerous or anything. But some people, like Edgar, for instan
HoneyYou know when a song gets in your head, but you can only remember one or two lines? Those one or two lines get stuck, and you hear them over and over in your head so much that they are driving you crazy. Then you go and find the tune on your favorite listening app, so you can just get those lines out of your head and wrap your head around the whole song again. No? Well, it happens to me and listening to the whole song usually works. Then, I can free my brain and think of something else besides two lines of random text or lyrics as the case may be.This whole week something similar has happened, only it's not a song in my head. It's my dad. Some of the things he said to Brody and me are stuck in my head, and I can't get them out. I've tried working, cleaning, taking care of the kids and Brandt. But his words on Monday are stuck on repeat.This is about my real dad. Moe has been a fantastic addition to my life, but by the time he and Mom got together, I was practically an adult. By
BrodyI didn't know whether to laugh or be pissed. Kylie was mad and pouting. She slammed out of the apartment, and I really should have brought her back in and spanked her ass, but I didn't. It was enough that I knew she had acted out. It wasn't something done in public. Well, at least there was no one around to see it which saved her pretty little ass for now. Her mouth at the dinner table the other night, however, was worth a punishment. That punishment had been stalled due to still living under Moe's roof. I'd been thinking about what I would do, and I figured it out yesterday when I was told the recliner was ready for pickup. I brought it straight here. I didn't know when I would get the opportunity to bring Kylie here, but it was a priority. I didn't even know it would be today. I had no reason to think it would be so soon. When I realized there were no workers inside, it escalated things.I can almost hear your dirty minds. I didn't do it that way for the reasons you are thinkin
RobertaI was coming to the end of my workday. I'd had meetings and clients in and out of my office all day. I had been dutifully distracted and hadn't had any time to think about all the craziness that was going on in my life suddenly. Now that I was finally alone, my mind turned toward last Friday when Chuck barging back into my life.He looked much the same as he did when he was here with us, just a little older. The years had been good to him. Really good. His sandy hair with a few streaks of gray at the temples, had been tossed by the wind. Florida had a law that you didn't have to wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle. There was a special license you had to get, but many people took advantage of it. Moe did as well unless he went on a long ride out of the county, which didn't happen much anymore. Chuck's hair had been long enough to run my hands through it and I thought back to a memory of doing just that in bed, days before he left us.I had thought back then that we had a grea
Roberta"No, Roberta, this is just the beginning."I hadn't realized I had spoken that aloud, but I didn't have time to blush even though his words affected me greatly. I couldn't think about that at the time. He'd given me fair warning and I had no intention of using my new safe word. He had unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his thighs, his gaze never leaving mine. Then he'd fisted his massive cock.I'd never seen one so large, except in p**n. He had leaned forward and ran the head of his fat cock through my folds, bumping against my clit. My hips had surged upwards trying to take him into me all at once. I'd needed to feel him inside, right at that fucking moment."Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he observed, his voice had dipped low, before notching at my center. He held me by my hips while he'd guided himself inside, inch by slow inch. I'd stretched to accommodate him. There had been a pinch of pain and I'd whimpered. He'd pulled back and gently, almost lovingly, gone ba
OscarWe had to carry Edgar to the cars. It was only about half a mile, but it was a real pain in the as8s. He had broken his leg when he fell over the wall and though none of us wanted to touch him, we did. We grabbed his arms and uninjured leg and lugged his annoying as9s. Brody or I could have carried him in a fireman's hold, but I didn't want him touching any part of me. I don't think the other guys did either. He was evil personified, and it was bad enough just touching one of his limbs.We threw him in the trunk and oh, shi8t...."Hey Moe. To make it believable that he left on his own, we should take his car too," I blurted out as soon as I thought of it.Surprise flashed across Moe's face. There were nine of us, but not one of us had thought of that little fact. We had been kinda busy planning a rescue, cleaning a crime scene and whatnot, right?"Where are his keys?" Moe asked the group, in his usual no-nonsense manner. We almost fu8cked up but we could fix it.."We emptied his
AnalieseRescue. It was a foggy thought in the back of my mind where I was hidden like a game of peek-a-boo. Now you see me, now you don't.I heard gunfire and I knew the guys were here, finally. My brain woke up a little, but then the sounds of wood breaking and thuds from the hallway reverberated in my ears. I let myself slip away again as I lay perfectly still. I knew things were happening in the house, but I was lost in a corner of my mind again. Where I was safe. I didn't react when the door of the room we were in thundered open. A dull thud as something hit the floor and more gunfire. Another thud. Voices. Was someone speaking to me? It didn't matter. I wasn't really present. I didn't want to be.I slipped away again when the metal of the cage I was in rattled. The lock was disengaged. Someone was nearby. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to wonder who it was. If it was those mean men again, I needed to stay hidden in my mind. I had been violated, and I wouldn't survive if
OscarMoe was in the zone. His only child was in that room unconscious, but he had tucked that into a corner of his mind so that we could finish the mission. I had to do that too. Compartmentalize, I think it was called. I tucked Ana into a corner of my mind, even though it caused my heart to constrict. I had to listen to the instructions that would keep us all free men. We were never here. Neither were Kylie or Analiese.I told myself that but then my mind started to wander. I snapped out of it when he asked how many bodies were downstairs. I gave him my account and tried to stay present. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I just wanted to get back to Ana. I never wanted to let her go again.Moe gave everyone instructions, even me. Brody and I were to get the girls and take them downstairs to wait for Stern to come with the truck. Others were working on clean-up. I tossed out that I had touched the garage door downstairs and the locks on the back door. Bill nodded. I wat
OscarSince I had stepped back after breaking the glass in the window and flipping the locks, I was last through the door. Bill, Chuck and Stern crashed through and almost immediately I heard an exchange of gun fire. I ducked low and came through with my gun pointed straight out in front of me. I didn't want to accidentally hit one of my team, but as Moe taught us, this was tactical. I had to be ready to use the gun in my hand. I had never done this shi8t before and was out of my element, but I was a good shot at the gun range, though that was target shooting. We were now shooting to kill. This whole thing was fu8cked.I did as Moe taught us. I assessed the situation. Bill and Chuck were hovering over two bodies that were now lying on the kitchen floor. One guy never even got his gun out. I could see that they had the scene well under control, two men were down and blood was already pooling thickly on the kitchen tiles.I heard more gunfire upstairs. Brody, Brandt, Moe and Daniel were
AnalieseKylie and I were having a great day. The sun was shining and the breeze off the ocean felt heavenly. It was our first day of hanging out since the incident. We went into so many shops, sometimes just browsing, other times we bought something. Then we stopped for lunch a little before noon. We came out with drinks and sandwiches prepared to sit at one of the little tables on the sidewalk in front of the shop.Kylie wanted to know what was going on with me and Oscar. I was wondering how much to tell her. I mean I wasn't ashamed, it was just new to talk about. How do I describe the se8x we have been having? And the kinks? Because Oscar had multiple. I knew she was a Brat and that Brody had a brat kink. How could he not, being attracted to Kylie all these years? But I didn't know all the details of their relationship and I didn't need to know. It was nice having a friend that was into the same things. It felt freeing in a way, even though I don't think I would tell her...everythi
OscarIt has been three weeks since Ana and Kylie were kidnapped. There had been no word about Edgar and everyone was breathing a sigh of relief. I had my doubts that he was gone for good, but what could I do? I was dropping Ana off to visit Kylie today. They were going to go downtown and frequent some of the shops there. Probably get lunch. Have a fun girls' day.I was going to head to the gym and try to settle my nerves. I need to get my mind off my girl and the danger she could still be in. I felt like my hands were tied and I didn't like it. How was I supposed to protect her from the unknown? My dominant nature was barely harnessed. I wanted to keep her locked up and safe with me at all times. Instead, I left her at Kylie's. Kissing her roughly, I said goodbye and whispered my love for her. I kept my worries to myself.Ana and I spent every moment we could together. I didn't get a full eight hours of sleep most days, but it was worth it. We sneaked off to my apartment on the days
AnalieseOscar brought me back home before he went to work. He grabbed a black shirt that he needed and went to go change in the bathroom across from my room. I would have liked to have followed him down the hall, but Mom was in the kitchen figuring out what she was going to make for dinner. Open the freezer, check the fridge, check the cabinets. She started pulling things out"Is Oscar going to eat dinner with us?" she asked as she got pots and pans out of the cabinets."If it can be done in about forty-five minutes. If not, he'll grab something at his parents' restaurant," I assumed."I think I can have it ready in about twenty minutes. Your dad is working late for a change. There is a big county commissioner's meeting that he has to attend."I perched on one of the stools to watch her work. If she needs my help, she'll let me know."What's the deal with the meeting?" My dad had to sit in on all large construction projects in the city and the surrounding county."Some big developer
OscarI wanted to flush out this jealousy that I feel. I want to pretend that I never turned her away. I like the fantasy that we have been together the last two years and she never fuc8ked anyone else. I was an idiot and I let it happen, but I've claimed her now. She's fuck8ing mine. I want to make-believe, for a little while, that I kept her in my bed that night. That we woke the next morning to make love and that the last two years never occurred.I took a leap and explained to her what I wanted to do. Ana looked at me curiously. She probably thought I was out of my mind, but I had thought about it so many times. The plan that night was that she was going to spend the night with Kylie. Originally at least, but it was near midnight when she asked me to take her to her home. I don't know how she explained it to her parents that she went home instead. That wasn't important to my fantasy. I wanted to imagine that she stayed with me and her parents thought she was with Kylie all along.
AnalieseI basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking. We were both still naked. Oscar was holding me closely, my back to his front. He stroked me lovingly, soothing what was once my tortured soul. So many milestones have happened in such a short time. We had finally declared our love for one another after the most spectacular se8x of my life. Why had we both been so stubborn? I regret not calling him after our one night together. I mean I did call him once, but he didn't answer or call me back. I could have kept trying, but it's hard when you know that someone is going out of their way to avoid you. It was humiliating, not to mention heartbreaking. Plus, I'm not one to beg, he had made his point quite clearly. Wait, wait, wait. Stop thinking! If I went down that road in my head, I'd get mad and have to forgive him all over again. I shook my head. Oscar didn't miss a thing."What are you thinking about, mi amor?" he asked quietly."I was thinking about the time we've wasted, but I don'