Out in a shabby neighborhood, Lucas opened the backseat of the car door, standing still as Hanord got out. His fitted t-shirt and jeans made him look younger and dreamy."You look good.""You're looking handsome in that."Releasing a small chuckle, Hanord gave way for Hera to get into the car. His droopy eyes was like he was stripping Hera off her shorts and top. Sitting at the extreme end of the car, Hera caught Hanord's eyes following her like a shadow, her face instantly turned red."Thought you'd still be in the hospital. Why'd you come home and not stay there to get fully well?""My a–""Hera, get back here!"As Hera's eyes flew open, Hanord's mouth hung open when she tapped at his crotch, glancing out the window."Your hand, He–""My foster Mom is gonna come for us! Please drive, Mr. Hanord!""Foster Mom?"Nodding her head, her eyes were fixed out the window. A woman with a dangling skin crawled out of the tiny house, kicking off the empty plastic bags littered across the front
Feeling the rage emitting from his mother, Kelvin stopped his attacks on the exhausted Cynthia instantly. Then he looked over his shoulder, his eyes widened as he spotted his mother's grim stare. "Has it gotten to this, Kelvin?!" As though bathed in shame, Cynthia looked away, burying her head in the backrest of the couch. "Mom?" Kelvin Swallowed hard, his cock still buried in Cynthia's pussy. Venice rushed over and pulled Kelvin off Cynthia's body. Cum spilled across the floor as she dragged her son. "How dare you bring a girl in here to stain my favorite couch? Have you no shame?!" "Mom, I–" "Just cover that body right now! I'll deal with you later." Venice pointed to a blanket nearby, shutting Kelvin up. Wrapping his lower body with the blanket, Kelvin glanced at the silent searching for a deep hole to bury herself. "And you, you came to my house with my son just to get screwed, huh? Aren't you supposed to be in school right now, studying to become smart? Because it's clear
Under a clear blue sky dotted with white clouds, an exquisite three story building nestled just beside a massive old tree with its widespread canopy casting down a warm shadow below. The leaves swayed in the light wind, peeking at the huge sign; Elite Kiddies Lounge, a colourful classroom. The preschoolers giggled and hopped around a young teacher who wore a huge bright smile. "Nana…" In the massive classroom, a chubby dark haired boy muttered as his little face crumpled in pain. He doubled over, then crept towards a square table littered with crayons and little easels sitting on it. Small canvases were strewn about. "I want… I want my Nana now…" The little boy clutched his chest. Sweat glistened on his glossy skin reflecting the excruciating pain gathered internally. The blonde haired teacher in a jean and blouse, spotted the little boy twisting on a chair, still clutching his chest. Her smiles fell and crashed. The other children stepped away, wide eyed as the young teacher rose
While people got drowned in lust and horror, the two men rocking their crisp suits clicked their heels out the massive building, stretching into the sky. Their fierce gaze stared ahead. "So that was King they rushed into that ambulance?" "You were there, Hanord?" Their smooth chiseled faces met and they halted in front of a black luxury car. "Why are you glaring at me, Kelvin?" Hanord averted his eyes from the harsh glare. Kelvin adjusted his suit, then loosened a button, exposing his hard chest. "Why didn't you take him there when you saw him?" He got into the car. "I wasn't really there per say." Hanord joined him at the backseat. You see, I was dropping my woman off that street when we saw the worried faces of the teachers." As the car rolled onto the busy road, Kelvin gazed out the tinted window. With his back resting on the backrest of the leather seat, he shut his eyes briefly, interlocking his fingers on his lap. Hanord cautiously glanced at the silent Kelvin and shook h
Getting to a rundown street under the clear blue sky, the scowling Syntia burst through the front door of a ramshackle multi-storey building. Ignoring the greetings of other tenants smoking and going out with their daily lives, Syntia jogged up the railingless staircase, furiously rolling up her knitted sweater. "I don't just get it. Why on earth would these ugly old men go after young girls their granddaughter's age? Why?" She shoved her hand into her leather purse- its rough surface peeling off like the walls of the building. "How many fucking jobs now? Gosh! I'm so pissed right now to the point of running back there to chop off his little dick and shove it up his craggy mouth! Motherfucker!" As though growing impatient, fishing for something as she stood in front of a frail wooden door, Syntia kicked the door hard, it rattled a bit then went still. She uprooted a bunch of rusty keys from her purse, then inserted a key into the lock. With a shaggy click, the door swung open. "Wher
"Mm-hmm. But…" He swept his eyes searchingly around the office." Where's Nana, Daddy? I told Miss Gloria I wanted Nana's bear hugs." As he pouted, his head drooped. Kelvin ruffled his son's silky hair, its richness was identical to his. "I told you your Nana can't be disturbed for now until she gets better." "I know… But I still miss her." "How many nights did I say she would be back for?" "Eight…" He held his little hands up and started counting his fingers while they watched him with a grin slowly growing on their lips. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight. Eight nights more, Daddy." "Very good, King!" Blinking hard, King's cheeks turned red. He glanced at his father towering on his body still laying flat on the examination table. "Can we go now, Daddy?" "Uhh, not sure about that, son." "I don't like coming here! It makes me puke all the time!" Scowling at his father, King folded his arms around his chest. "Hey, little man. How are you feeling now?" Smith ging
In King's classroom at Elite Kiddies Lounge, colorful balloons filled the large space. The atmosphere reeked of giggles and laughter from the lively kids and their parents. At one corner of the classroom, Hanord followed the lustful eyes of Kelvin as they fixed on a young woman's backside, all the way out the open double doors. "Did you see that girl?" "We're here for father and parents time with their kids, not to haunt for girls!" Hanord muttered through gritted teeth. "Doing some window shopping isn't that bad. I should–" He leaned next to Kelvin's ear, shutting him up. "Look around you, Kelvin, you are in your son's classroom for fuck's sake. Jeez! Control your libido for just a moment." Eyeing Hanord, Kelvin grunted deeply. "Today, no chasing of skirts, yeah? Don't disgrace the little guy." He glanced at little King pouting as though ready to cry any minute. King shared a sad glance with Hanord, his eyes wet and shaky. A little girl wearing pigtails held a plate of cookies
In that candle lit room, bare chested and in his boxers, Hanord sat cross legged on a rug at the foot of his bed, staring into space. The hard beat of his heart could crack and even damage a wall. As he sank deeper into his thoughts, that fresh after shower smell wafted through his nostrils, stiffening his body. "You look lost, baby. What is it this time, uh?" That soft voice showered on him like sprinkles from the heavy turned-on shower. The slender woman's hand waving in his face was blurry to his sight, until that tap on his shoulder. Reaching for his face, with a start, Hanord's head snapped. Orange glow from the flickering candles danced across the young woman's face. Realizing it was his wife, as he stared hard at her, his face contorted. Wearing a short nightgown with her bare nipples looking straight at Hanord, she crouched down in front of his face. "Is it a woman, Hanord? Did you cheat on me again this time?" "What?" Confusion washed over his face. Natasha, Hanord's wif
Feeling the rage emitting from his mother, Kelvin stopped his attacks on the exhausted Cynthia instantly. Then he looked over his shoulder, his eyes widened as he spotted his mother's grim stare. "Has it gotten to this, Kelvin?!" As though bathed in shame, Cynthia looked away, burying her head in the backrest of the couch. "Mom?" Kelvin Swallowed hard, his cock still buried in Cynthia's pussy. Venice rushed over and pulled Kelvin off Cynthia's body. Cum spilled across the floor as she dragged her son. "How dare you bring a girl in here to stain my favorite couch? Have you no shame?!" "Mom, I–" "Just cover that body right now! I'll deal with you later." Venice pointed to a blanket nearby, shutting Kelvin up. Wrapping his lower body with the blanket, Kelvin glanced at the silent searching for a deep hole to bury herself. "And you, you came to my house with my son just to get screwed, huh? Aren't you supposed to be in school right now, studying to become smart? Because it's clear
Out in a shabby neighborhood, Lucas opened the backseat of the car door, standing still as Hanord got out. His fitted t-shirt and jeans made him look younger and dreamy."You look good.""You're looking handsome in that."Releasing a small chuckle, Hanord gave way for Hera to get into the car. His droopy eyes was like he was stripping Hera off her shorts and top. Sitting at the extreme end of the car, Hera caught Hanord's eyes following her like a shadow, her face instantly turned red."Thought you'd still be in the hospital. Why'd you come home and not stay there to get fully well?""My a–""Hera, get back here!"As Hera's eyes flew open, Hanord's mouth hung open when she tapped at his crotch, glancing out the window."Your hand, He–""My foster Mom is gonna come for us! Please drive, Mr. Hanord!""Foster Mom?"Nodding her head, her eyes were fixed out the window. A woman with a dangling skin crawled out of the tiny house, kicking off the empty plastic bags littered across the front
In that dimly lit room, the door flew open. Hanord and Natasha rushed in, panting heavily with their lips joined and their hands going around, touching things on each other's body. Clothes were getting ripped off and soon they were body naked with their clothes scattered around."You sure you wanna do this? You know the last time you almost died in my arms." He chuckled softly, while his hands opened Natasha's legs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself in the middle.Blowing out air, Natasha slid her hand below and grabbed Hanord's dick, still quite out of normal, then aimed it at the entrance of her pussy. As she locked eyes with Hanord, she gripped his arms tightly. "I want you badly right now, Hanord. Go all the way, I'll be alright.""The way I see it, you'll get hurt again. It'll stretch your pussy too much. Why don't we wait until–""Drive your fucking dick in, Hanord, and stop quenching that fire pushing us to fuck hard! Give me everything you can, come on!"Exhaling s
It was a hectic day that crept through the chilly night. The Blakes were all over the place, still trying to put this and that together to save their mental health, while Syntia and her family were busy unraveling hidden shades blocking certain areas. While the night stretched farther, Venice couldn't keep her mouth shut at the shocking things that her son dropped on the table before her face."Take care of your grandson and stop thinking of other things that would trigger a problem for me.""And think this is some kind of joke to you, Kelvin?""Just let me shut my eyes a bit. It's been one busy time in my life. Please, just let me rest a while before you come at me again."Glaring at her son, Venice rose from the edge of the bed King was laying, with a ventilator stuck to his nose. "I wanna see them in one room, like right now.""Later, Mom.""I said, now!"Kelvin glanced at the monitor that the zigzag lines shifted a bit, and frowned at his mother. "Put down your voice when you're i
Getting to the recovery room King was put in, Kelvin and Hanord almost threw the doctors on the floor as they rushed past them. Stopping in front of the little boy who seemed thinner than the last time they saw him before he went under the knife, Hanord and everyone else in there, watched the mighty Kelvin shed a tear. Then another, and then more as he slowly lowered himself, kneeling by the bed as he fumbled with his son's hand."My boy…""Little King has fought so well, sir. The surgery went well.""When will he open his eyes?"Grinning wildly, Smith glanced at King who layed peacefully on the bed. "The anesthetic given will wash off not so far from now, sir. He should be able to speak then. But…" Shifting his eyes to Venice who layed on the other end of the bed stroking King's face, Smith shrank his grin."But what?" Kelvin and the others, including Natasha and Venice, turned to face the doctor with their hand shaking in the palms. "Thought you just said all was good?""It is with
"You told me she was dead, right? So what's this new one, uncle?""I didn't tell you about it because you were too fragile back then. And when that accident happened, how could I have mentioned a thing like that to you just after you came out of coma? How?""Where's my twin sister now, uncle Bob? Where's Syntia?!"Exhausted, Bob flopped on the armrest of the sofa, rubbing his creased forehead. He went on sighing nonstop."I've missed her a lot so that I had to hold on, not to show myself to her because of–""Leave, Cynthia, there's nothing for you here!" He locked eyes with Cynthia studying his uncle's reaction so intently. "I'll get your twin to you when–""Did you say that there's nothing for me here, uncle Bob? What about my family? My husband and my baby? What about them?""That woman wants you dead and gone at all cost, you stubborn girl! Don't you have brains?! She has even harassed your twin sister, thinking she was you! So please, leave them alone, most especially at this hour
"Mr. Blakes, what happened? Did… did something bad happen to King because I didn't come earlier?"As Kelvin's arms were folded around his chest, Syntia's panic grew. She chewed her nails more fiercely as the tears freely rolled down her face."I called and called but none of your lines went through. The nurse I saw told me that Mr. Smith is busy at the moment, and– and that I should… wait for him to see me when he's done." The words choked out.Still, Kelvin remained silent and continued to gaze at Syntia who put her speech on repeat. When his cell phone rang, he answered, but kept his eyes still fixed on Syntia."You said it's still on? Just come down here to the cafeteria." "Yes. You should be here and be the first to–""Get your fucking ass down here, Hanord and stop whining like a bitch!"The harsh tone startled Syntia to a stop that instant. Her eyelids fluttered, and her chin sank into her chest. "King… That darling… God, please, let it not be what I'm thinking right now. I've
"Hey, darling. I came as soon as I heard."Hanord waiting outside the intensive care unit, turned at the sound of the familiar voice calling from behind. Excruciating hours had passed in their faces."Were you able to meet with the doctor, recommended by doctor Smith?""Yeah. We'll talk about it later, but please, come sit for a sec, you look like crap." On her heels and simple flowing gown, Natasha joined Hanord. She helped the weary Hanord to a chair that was pressed against the wall. "Come here, sweetheart."Dragging a deep breath in, Hanord kissed his wife on the lip and wrapped his arms around his wife, then shut his eyes as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. "God, this feels nice! I haven't had a good rest since forever.""You did so good, babe. You did good." Sighing heavily, Natasha patted Hanord's back softly. "How's that little angel doing? Any improvement?"As Hanord detached himself from his wife, Natasha dropped her bag on the floor near her foot. Her eyes welled with tea
"None at all? My baby boy!" Venice cleared things off the table violently. "Did you hear what the doctor just said, Kelvin?! Now what the hell are we gonna do, now that there's none available right now?! Oh my God! My beautiful baby!"As Kelvin paced around the office, running his hands through his messy hair, doctor Smith dared to speak, so calmly."If you would permit me to say that there's just one available. 'A living donor'."Venice and Kelvin immediately stopped what they were doing and listened closely."So what are we waiting for?! Who's that living donor?" Venice dabbed at her tears, sniffing. "Who's willing to do this, and for what price, Smith?"Smith glanced at Kelvin and shifted his gaze back at the eager Venice, then he swallowed. "She told me how she was interested in helping King, that I should run the necessary tests on her if she was a match, and she is definitely a match. They match so perfectly.""Smith, don't tell me it's Syntia."Venice's head snapped at Kelvin.