LovingtheBabysitter

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TABLEOFCONTENTS

LovingtheBabysitter

CHAPTERONE

CHAPTERTWO

CHAPTERTHREE

CHAPTERFOUR

CHAPTERFIVE

CHAPTERSIX

CHAPTERSEVEN

CHAPTEREIGHT

CHAPTERNINE

CHAPTERTEN

CHAPTERELEVEN

CHAPTERTWELVE

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

EPILOGUE

DOUBLEMASSIVE

CHAPTERONE

CHAPTERTWO

CHAPTERTHREE

CHAPTERFOUR

CHAPTERFIVE

CHAPTERSIX

CHAPTERSEVEN

CHAPTEREIGHT

CHAPTERNINE

CHAPTERTEN

CHAPTERELEVEN

CHAPTERTWELVE

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

EPILOGUE

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DEDICATION

Foreveryonewho’severlovedsomeonetheyweren’tsupposedto…

CHAPTERONE

Mandy

MyancientAccordputteredintothedrivewayoftheParkers’house,comingtoagrindinghalt,and

Ibreathedasighofrelief.I’dmadeit.Mycarhadn’tbrokendownandI’dmadeitallthewaytomynext
job.BecauseIhadn’tbabysatfortheParkersinmonthsnow,andthemoneywoulddefinitelybeuseful
withtuitionduesoon.

ButasIgotmybearings,anothersighescapedmebecausedrivewayprobablywasn’teventhe

rightwordtodescribethegravelroad.Itwasahuge,circularrotunda,thekindthatyoucouldimaginean
armyofhorsesandcarriagespullingupto,withabutleransweringthedoor,stiff-lippedwithatrayof
drinks.Andinadditiontothehuge,stonemansion,therewerevastgrounds,abeautifullylandscaped
garden,plusaninfinitypoolthatIcouldglimpsejustaroundthecorner,thewaterpeacefulandsmoothin
thewinterlight.

Soyeah,theParkerslivedlikekings.Andeventhoughwe’retechnicallyneighborsinthesame

gatedcommunity,myparentsareinthemodestportion,withmedium-sizedhomesandsmallyards,
whereasmyemployerslivedupthehillintheextravagantmillionaires’section.Butwhatthehell,Iwas
hereforajobandlittleVioletwasthecutestthing,aspunkyballoffire.Icouldn’twaittoseeheragain,
thoseflaxencurls,thebabybluesthatcouldmeltyourheart.Evenwhenshewasaterror,thetinyblonde
wasstilladorable,asmallwhirlwindofenergythatcouldmakeanyadultsmileandsighwith
exasperationatonce.

Soswitchingofftheignition,Isteppedoutofmybatteredcarbeforecarefullywalkingupthe

stepstoknockonthebigdoor.Justacouplemonthsago,Iwouldhaveboundedupthestepslikeastreak
oflightning,athleticandthinasawhip.ButI’vechangedthesepastcouplemonths,andwhereIusedto
berangyandgristly,nowIhadcurves.Therewasnomoretearingupthestairslikeagirlonfire,there
wastoomuchbounceandflesh,toomuchsweetheft.SoIwalkedlikealady,hipsswaying,tryingto
keepthingsdecent.

Buttotalsilencegreetedmeafterringingthedoorbell.Weird,thatwasstrange.Afteranother

minute,Irangthebellagain.Maybetheywereallupstairsandcouldn’thear?Butthensomescuffling
noisessounded,somebumps,andfinallythedooropened,revealingMr.Parker.

Ismiledshyly,tryingnottoshowmynervousnessbecauseMr.Parker’salwaysbeengorgeousand

thistimewasnoexception.Thebigmalewashugeanddark,fillingupthedoorway,makingmefeel
positivelytiny,teacup-sized.OfcourseI’dalwaysnoticed,butseeinghimagainonlyconfirmedhis
hotness.Coal-coloredhairandblueeyessointensetheypositivelysearedmyframe.Plus,hehadbody
todieforaswell,noneofthatflabbydad-bodstuff.Broadshoulderstaperedtoatrimwaist,withlong,
powerfullegscladindresspants.

“OhheyMandy,”herumbled.“Sosorry,we’realittle…Violet,stop!”hecalledout.

Andaswestoodthere,agiantwailrangout,makingMr.Parkergrimaceabit.

“Comein,comein,”hegroundout,exasperated,takingadeepbreath.“It’sbeenalongday.”

Andeventhoughmyheartwaspumpingfromhisnearness,Imademyselfsmileandstepintothe

foyer.This,Idefinitelyremembered.Thespacewashuge,allmarblefloorswithagiantchandelier

swingingoverourheads.

“Where’sViolet?”Iaskedtentatively,tryingtolooknonchalant.

Mr.Parkertookanotherdeepsigh.Cometothinkofit,hewaswornaroundtheedges,therewere

bracketsaroundhisdeepblueeyesthathadn’tbeentherebeforeandhislaughlineswerealittlemore
prominent.Musthavebeenhisjob,Iknewheworkedinfinancedoingsomething,whatIwasn’texactly
sure.

“Violet,”hecalledoutagain,onehandonthebannister.“Comedownplease,yourfavorite

personishere.”

Andthepatterofsmallfootstepssoundedbeforeatinyblondebundlehurtleddownthestairsinto

myarms.

“Mandy,Mandy,”criedthefiveyear-old.“You’rehere!”

Thelittlegirlwassuchasweetheart.Despitetodaybeingaregulardayandnotaholiday,shehad

onapurpleballerinadress,completewithstifftutuandaglitterycrownonherhead.

“Hisweetheart,”Isaidcheerily.“Ilikeyouroutfit.Wereyouplayingprincessupstairs?”

VioletdrewbackforamomentandIsawthatherchubbyfacewasstreakedwithtearsandeyes

redfromcrying.

“Youokayhoney?”Iasked,moregentlythistime.“Didtheevilwitchcome?”

Shenoddedsilently,blueeyeslookingupatme,slightsmearsofchocolatearoundhermouth.But

thatwasokay,kidsgetdirtyreallyeasilyanditcouldbefixedwithawarmwashcloth,noproblem.

ButtherewassomethingwasdifferentaboutViolet’sappearance,itwasn’tmyimagination.Just

likeherdad,shelookedexhausted,whichwasnotokayforafiveyear-old.Kidsgettired,sure,butthey
fallasleeprightawayandwakeupcompletelyrefreshed,everydayisanewdayforthem.Soitworried
methoughItriednottoshowit.Murmuringreassuringly,Isaid,“Vi,we’llgetyoudinner,cleanedupand
thenreadyforbedokay?”

Butthelittlegirlscreamedthen,kickingandjerkingherlegsviolentlyagainstme.

“Oof!”thebreathwoofedoutofmystomach,herpatentshoespoundingpainfullyagainstmyhips.

“Ouch!”

AndMr.Parkersteppedinthen,bodilyhaulinghisdaughteroffofme,clampinghertightagainst

hisbigform.

“I’msorry,we’vebeenhavingatoughgoofitrecently,youknowwithVivianmovingoutand

all.”

Istoppedinmytracksbeforecatchingmyselfandtryingtolooknormal.Mrs.Parkerhadmoved

out?What?When?Whyhadn’tmyparentstoldme?

AndMr.Parkernoddedagain,eyesdark.

“Vivianmovedoutacouplemonthsback,”herasped,“andit’sbeentoughforVi.Shehasn’tbeen

sleepingwell,throwingtantrumsleftandright.Soifyoucanmanagehertonight,it’dbeamiracle.”

Ismiledtentatively.

“I’msurewe’llbefine,”Isaidreassuringlyevenasmymindwhirled.Ohmygod,mypoorlittle

charge.Hermomleftandnowshewasactingout?Heck,anychildwoulddothesame,evenifVivian
Parkerhadbarelybeenpresentinherdaughter’slife.Mostdays,asfarasIcouldtell,thewomanhadn’t
gottenupbeforenoonandleftmostofVi’scaretoanannywhodideverything,feeding,bathing,playing
withherownfleshandblood.

Speakingofwhich,wherewasthenanny?Mr.Parker,readingmymind,shookhisheadagain.

“Mrs.Beequit,”hegroundout,shoulderstenseashehuggedhisdaughtertight.“Vigottobetoo

muchandMrs.Beewassixty,shecouldn’tmanageanymore.Sosheupandleftandit’sjustyouandme,
rightkiddo?”heaskedthelittlegirl,whoburrowedherblondeheadintohisshoulder,refusingtolook
up.“It’sjustusandwe’llbeokayright,kiddo?”

MyeyebrowsrosealthoughItriednottolooksurprised.Mr.Parkerhadbeenraisinghisdaughter

onhisownforthepastcouplemonths?Thatwasatoughone.EventhoughI’mnotaparentmyself,I’ve
babysatalotandit’snotaneasybusiness.Tinyhumansaredemanding,alwaysneedingtoeat,sleep,get
theirdiaperchanged,andthetwenty-fourhoursupervisionisexhausting.SoMr.Parker’ssingledad
statusmusthavebeentough,beyondtoughactually.Hewasprobablybone-tired,withaheadache,a
walkingzombie.

Andheshookhisheadwithawearysigh.

“Alright,I’mgonnahandherovertoyounowbecauseI’vegottogettotherestaurant,”he

rumbled,glancingathiswristwatch.“Shit,Alexandria’sgonnahavemyassifI’mlate,”hegrowled.
“Here,”hesaid,makingtopasshisdaughtertome.“Vi,it’stimeforDaddytogo.”

Butthelittlegirlshrieked,clingingtohim,linkinghersmallarmstightlyaroundthebigman’s

neck.

“Nooo!”shescreamed.“Don’tgoDaddy,don’tgo!”

Itriedtopullthelittlegirlfromherfatheralthoughitwaspracticallyimpossible,shewaslikea

barnaclegluedtohim.Herlittlelegslockedaroundthealpha’swaistandsheburrowedherfaceinhis
shoulderagain.

“Nooo!”shescreamedrepeatedly.“Nonono!”

“ComeonVi,”Isaidgently,gettingincloseandputtingmyhandunderherarms.“Comeon,we’ll

makesomethingreallygoodfordinnerokay?Rememberhowmuchyoulikepeanutbutteroh-ohs?How
aboutImakeyousomeandweeatthemtogether?Comeon,it’llbefun.”

AnddespitethefactthatIshouldhavebeencompletelyfocusedonmysmallcharge,Icouldn’t

helpbutinhaleMr.Parker’sdistinctivecolognecloseup.HesmelledsogoodasIwrestedhisdaughter
fromhisgrasp,thesoftwoolofhiscashmeresweaterbrushingagainstme,thatsquarejawandpiercing
blueeyesjustinchesawayfrommyface.Iblushedhotly,bodyheatingandgrowingmeltyinside,
quiveringabitathisnearness.ButIsteeledmyselfandshookmyhead.Getwithitgirl,Iscolded.
You’reheretohelpwithaheartbrokenchild,onewhohasnomomanymore,andinsteadyou’re
thinkingaboutthedad?Don’tbesoshallow.

ButIcouldn’thelpmybody’sreactionbecausetherearen’tverymanyhotmenoncampus,they’re

mostlyjustboys,ganglyadolescentswithteenacneandwisdomtoothpains.Andwhiletherehavebeena
coupleboysinterested,theywerejustthat,boys,juvenileandlame.NexttoMr.Parkerandhisdark

dominance,theguysatschoolremindedmeofpuppies,annoying,yappingatmyheels,alwaystryingto
pawme.Soyeah,Mr.Parkerwasanicechange,arealmanwhowasassertive,assuring,alwaysin
charge.

Butsomethingwasdifferentthistime.MaybeitwasbecauseIwasstandingmereinchesaway,

mynosepracticallytouchinghis,butMr.Parker’sjawwasclenched,nostrilsflaring,andadarkstainlit
hischeekbones.Myheartsuddenlybeganpumpingamillionmilesaminute.Coulditbe?Ohmygod,
wasMr.Parkerarousedbyme?ByplainoldMandySmith?Mynipplesimmediatelyperked,insides
growingwetfromtherealizationthatthisperfectmaleanimalwantedme.

ButIguessit’snotthatweirdbecauseIhavechangedalotinthelastyear.LikeImentioned,I

usedtobereallyuglyandunfortunatelooking.Iwasthinasatwigwithbraces,withfrizzybrownhair
andCoke-bottleglassesandnofashionsense.ButIdecidedIdidn’twanttostartcollegelookinglike
PunkyBrewster’soldersister.SoIgotthebracesremovedandstartedwearingcontacts,whichwas
toughbecauseit’sliterallyputtingsomethinginyoureye,itfreakedmeoutatfirst.

Andsomehow,asifsensingmydesiretotransformmyself,mybodybeganametamorphosistoo.I

putonsignificantweightandamnowcurvyinsteadofstickthin.Fortunately,I’myoungsoalltheweight
wenttotherightplacesandI’vegotbigDoubleD’splusawide,swingingass,andthickthighs.Okay,I
guessIwishthethighswerealittlethinner,butyouknowwhat?Aftereighteenyearsasastickfigure,I
canhandlealittleheftdownthere,alittlejunkinthetrunk.

SoIguessitwasn’tsostrangethatMr.Parkernoticedmychangedbody.Therewereboysat

schoolwho’daskedmeout,makingitclearthatthey’dbeonlytoohappytotakemetobed,dothedirty
onourfirstdate.ButIdunno,Ididn’twanttolosemyvirginityinsometinydormbed,sonarrowthatI
evenhavetroublesleepinginitalone.Andbesides,onthefirstdate?Ihavenothingagainstpullingthe
triggerfast,butstill,thoseguysweresopuppy-like,Icouldn’tpossibly.SoIwassavingmyselffor
somethingmore,forasensuous,memorableevening,notsomedrunkenflingonahardmattress.

AndMr.Parkerwouldbeagoodtime,Icouldfeelitinmybones.Ohgod,ifhetookmetobed

…ohgodyes,I’dbesointoit,breastsvibratingwithhisnearness,feminineinstinctsimmediatelyattuned
tohismasculinedominance.Heatflaredinmypussy,growingembarrassinglymoistandIforcedmyself
intothepresentoncemore.Mr.Parker’swayoutofyourleague,Iscoldedmyself.Evennow,he’s
probablyheadedoutonadatewithsomegorgeousvixen,notanaïveeighteenyear-oldlikeyou.

Soasyoucantell,Istillwasn’texactlyconfidentmentally.Sure,Ihadanewbodyandsome

newfoundattentionfromtheoppositesex,butinside,I’mstillthesameoldme,MandySmith,noone
special,nerdextraordinaire.Shakingmyselfbacktoreality,ImanagedtohoistVioletawayfromherdad
finally,andthelittlegirlburrowedherblondeheadagainstme,stillsobbing,miserable.

“Mandy,”shecriedthroughhersobs,“Imissedyou.”

Andmyheartimmediatelywentouttothelittlegirl.Shameonyou,Iscoldedmyself.Thinking

aboutyournon-existentsexlifewhenalittlegirl’shadherheartbroken.

AndimmediatelyIclickedintomaternalmode.

“Comeonhoney,”Isaid,hugginghersmallformclose.“Comeon,let’sgotothekitchenandI’ll

getyousomedinner.”

AndasVioletcalmed,herlittlefistsunclenched,liftingherheadtonodatmewithwide,tear-

stainedeyes.Mr.Parkerletoutadeepsighofreliefthenbeforeheadingovertothehallclosettograbhis
coat.

“Thankssomuch,”herumbled,turningtolookatusoncemore,hishandonthedoorknob,blue

eyespiercing,ohsomagnetic.“IknowIcantrustyouwithVi,Mandy,you’reamazing.”

AndIcoloreddespitemyresolvetobeeasy-breezyandcasual.

“Ofcourse,Mr.Parker,it’snoprob,IloveViolet.”

AndMr.Parkerlookedhardatmeoncebeforesmiling,whiteteethflashing.

“Iknowyoudo,”hesaidinalowvoice,“AndMandy,”hesaid,clearinghisthroatsuddenly,

“don’tyouthinkit’stimeyoucalledmePetenow?”

Igiggledalittle.IknewMr.Parker’snamewasPeterParker,anditwassofunny.Justlike

Spiderman?

Hegrinnedknowingly.

“Yep,justlikeSpiderman,soIgobyPete,notPeter,”herumbled.“SocallmePetefromnow

on,”hesaidwithawinkbeforesoftlyshuttingthedoorbehindhim,exitingsoundlesslylikeabigcat.

Irolledthenamearoundonmylipsexperimentally.Pete.PeteParker.ItsoundedgoodandI

smiledtomyself.Ireallywasgrowingup,ifMr.Parkeraskedmetocallhimbyhisfirstname.Andyou
knowwhat?Iwasabiggirlnow…andreadyforbiggirladventures.

CHAPTERTWO

Pete

Holyshit,whenhadmyneighborbecomesosexy?Thetransformationwasshockingtobehonest.

Myex-wifeandIhadusedMandyasababysitterbefore,evenasrecentlyaslastsummer.ButwhatI
rememberedwascompletelydifferentfromwhatshelookedlikenow.Ihadahazymemoryofagreyish
personwithbracesandfrizzyhair,reallyskinny.That’sallIcouldrecallhonestly,nothingmoreno
matterhowmuchItried.

Butshit,thatwasallhistory.Becausethebrunettewho’dshownupatthedoortonighthadbeen

ravishing,reallyfuckinggorgeous.Hugetitscurvedsoftlybeneathhersweater,andaround,juicyass
stuckoutbehindher,outlinedinaplaidskirt.Andherface,butgodherface,hadbeenthestuffofwet
dreams.Big,browneyesgazedinnocentlyandthatfullpoutwasstraightupAngelinaJolie,ifnotmore
plush,moresensuous.

Soyeah,mydickhardenedimmediatelybecausewhowasthisgoddessonmydoorstep?And

whenhermouthhadopenedtosay,“HiMr.Parker,”Ipracticallyfellover.Mandy?Thiswasmousy
littleMandy,ouroldbabysitter?Ohfuck,ohfuck.Iwantednothingbuttocancelmydateandsweepup
thebeautifulgirlinmyarms,butatthatverymoment,mydaughtercamebarrelingdownthestairs,
throwingherselfintomyarms.Andgoodthingtoo,becausemyerectionwasgettingreallyhard,poking
upagainstmypants,sothankgodtherewasadistraction,somewhereelseformybabysittertolook.

Butshit,backtoreality.BecausethingshavebeenhardforVioletlately.Mywife,orex-wifeI

shouldsay,tookoffacouplemonthsago,leavingherlittlegirlbehind.Iwasn’tupsetaboutVivian
leavingtobehonest,it’dbeenalongtimecoming,wehadn’thadsexingodknowshowlong,andbarely
evenspoketooneanotheranymore.Butshit,takingoffwithourpoolboy?Thatwasfuckingunexpected
becausethatshitheadcouldn’thavebeenadayovertwenty-one,andhewasafuckingboy,forcryingout
loud.Vivianwasintomoneyandprestige,sowhatthefuckwasshethinking,hadherprioritieschanged?

ButIgrunted.Carloshaddonemeafavor,thefinalnailinamarriagethatwasalreadydead.But

thatdidn’tmeanthatVioletunderstoodanyofit.Despitethefactthathermotherhadbarelypaidattention
toher,Violetstillknewthatamajoradultfigureinherlifehadabandonedher,leavingforparts
unknown.Ireassuredmydaughter,overandoveragain,thathermotherlovedher,thatVioletwasher
numberone.Butfuck,Vivianhadn’tcomearoundforalongtime,sothosewordswerehollowandthe
fiveyear-oldcouldfeelit,kidsaren’tidiots.

Soyeah,thetot’sbeenahandfulsince,actingout.Mycutelittledaughterhastransformedthese

lastfewmonthsintoasmallmonster,atinychildwhoscreamsandyellsnon-stop,impossibletocontrol.
EvenMrs.Bee,ouroldnanny,finallyhadenough.Theoldwomanhastakencareofalotofkids,hellshe
hasfivechildrenofherown,butVioletprovedtoomuchforher.Afteroneparticularlybrutaldayafter
mydaughterscreamednon-stopforhours,refusingtoeat,tearingthroughthehousenaked,Mrs.Bee
handedinherresignation.

“SorryMr.Parker,”shesaidapologetically,herplumpformcladinanapron.“Violethasbeen

verysadlately,verydifficult.Haveyouthoughtabouttakinghertoapsychologist?”

Iwasstunned.Mylittlegirlneededmentalhelp?Therapyeven?Hellno!SuddenlyIwas

overwhelminglyangrywithmyex,reallypissedthatshe’ddonethis,droppingherdaughterlikeahotcoal

withoutathoughtforherwell-being.AndwhatthefuckwasIgoingtodo?Ineededtowork,Ihadshitto
do,moneytomake,ahouseholdtosupport.ButIcouldn’tpersuadeMrs.Beetostaydespitethe
desperatetoneinmyvoice.

“Please,”Igrowled,“I’lldoubleyoursalary,eventriple.”

Theoldwomanshookherheadregretfully.

“No,Mr.Parker,I’mtoooldandyourdaughter’smorethanIcanhandle.Youneedsomeoneelse,

someoneyoungwithmoreenergy.”

Ishookmyhead,frustrated.WherethefuckwasIgoingtofindsomeoneonsuchshortnotice?

Fuck,Iwasfuckingscrewed,andnothingIcouldsaywouldchangeMrs.Bee’smind.Butfrankly,Ididn’t
blameher,Violet’sbeensotoughrecently.

Soafterclosingthedoor,Isatonthestepsofthestaircase,crouching,exhausted.Itwasjustme

andmygirl,andthehugemansionseemeddepressingallofsudden,giganticandempty.Shit,maybewe
shouldmovetothecity,allmydaughterandIneededwasasmallapartment,we’dbefinewithoutthese
extrarooms,spacesnooneeversetfootin.

Butatthatmoment,Violetwanderedintothefoyer,tear-stainedwithastuffedanimalclutchedin

herhands,andsaid,“Daddy?”

AndIsweptherintomyarms.Icouldn’tmovemydaughter,notnow.Notafterallthechanges

she’dgonethrough,thisplacewastheonlyhomeVioletknew.SoIresolvedtomakelifeasgoodforher
aspossible.

Andit’sturnedoutokay,surprisingly.Violetgoestodaycareforahalf-daynow,andItakecare

ofheronmyownfortherestoftheafternoon.Fortunately,I’manentrepreneurwhomakesmyownhours,
soit’snoproblem.Gettingmydaughterontoaschedule,intoastableroutinewasmoreimportantthanthe
fatcatswhopaymethebigbucks.

ButIhadn’thadabreakformonths,andtherigidschedulewaswearingmedown.SowhenI

heardthatMandywasbackintown,Iimmediatelydialedherparents’house.Loandbehold,theteenwas
stillbabysittingandwashappytocomeover,evenonshortnotice.

Soyeah,Mandy’salifesaver.Mylittlegirlhadleaptimmediatelyintothecurvybrunette’sarms,

lookinglikeshebelongedthere,somepeaceinmyhouseaftermonthsofchaos.Anditlookedsoright,so
amazing,thatIalmostcanceledmydate,textingAlexandriatotellhersomethingcameup.

ButIcouldn’tbecauseAlexandria’sbeennaggingmeformonthstogetout,andifIcanceledI’d

neverheartheendofitwithendlesswhinyvoicemails,pleadingemails,andcountlessmessagesleftwith
mysecretary.Soyeah,nowI’mstuckmeetingthewomanatarestaurant,oneofthoseplaceswhere
entreescostthirtybucks,ofwhichAlexandriawouldeatapproximatelyonefifthandthenwavetherest
off,focusingonherwine.She’soneofthosehigh-maintenancetypes,thekindwithweeklyappointments
atthesalonforhairandnails,alwaysseenwithvampyredlipstickevenwhenworkingout.Inmyold
life,Iwouldhavebeenfinewithit,hell,thisusedtobemy“type.”Butsomething’schangedsince,I’m
notintoitanymore.Itjustseemsempty,reallyfakeandshallownow.

SoIshowedupattherestaurant,notexpectingmuch,andAlexandriadidn’tdisappoint.Shewas

sixfeettallinthoseheels,dressedinsomekindofslinkydressthatwaspart-hautecouture,part-
showgirl.

“Hiya,”shepurred,hergreeneyesrunningallovermybigform.“Howareyou,Pete?Longtime

nosee.”

Igruntedlowinmythroatbeforegivingherapeckonthecheek.

“Great,”Irumbled.“Andyou?”

Shelaughedthroatily.

“I’mgood,wehaven’tseeneachother,inwhat,sixyears?”

AndInodded.Yeah,I’ddatedAlexandriabeforesettlingdownwithVivian,andsixyears

soundedaboutright.

“Guessliferepeatsitself,huh?”Igroundout.

“Ohyes,itdoesindeed,”shepurredmeaningfully,runningalongrednaildownmysleeve.At

thatmoment,thehostesscalledourname,leadingustothetable,butlikeIsaid,Alexandriahasn’t
changedatall.

“Wecan’tsithere!”sheexclaimed,lookingdownatthetable.Itwassetbeautifullywithwhite

linenandabouquetofflowers,silverwaresparklinginthelowlight.Therewasnothingwrong.But
Alexandriapurred,“Iwanttobeoutintheopen,youknowseeandbeseen.”

Andmystomachdropped.Fuck,thiswasoneofthereasonswhyI’dstoppedseeingtheblonde,

thisneedtobeseenatalltherightplaces,therightevents,groomedtotheninesonthearmofapowerful
man.Couldn’twejusthaveanicedinnerinthecorner?Therewasabeautifulviewofthewater,stars
sparklinginthetwilight.

ButAlexandriawasn’tonefornaturalbeauty,shewasasocialvampireandnothingbut“thebest”

wasenoughher.SoIturnedtothehostessandpressedafiftyintoherhand.

“Anothertable?”Irumbled.

Andthewoman’seyeslitup.

“Ofcourse,ofcourse,letmeseewhatelsethereis,”shesaid,lookingaroundtherestaurant.

Fortunatelyitwasprettyemptyandsheledusoverahugetablerightinthemiddlewhereyouhadaclear
viewofalltheguests,athreesixtysightline.

“Ohthisisperfect!”gushedAlexandria.“Thankyousomuch.”

AndIgrunted,settlingintothebooth.Thisdinnerwasgonnabefuckingpainful,Icouldtell,

datingisoverrated.ButIforcedmyselftoeatandtalk,lookingexactlylikeanalphaenjoyinghimself
withabeautifulwoman.

“Andthen,”Alexandriasaid,leaningoverconspiratorially,“Pattywaslockedinthebathroom,

didyouhear?”

Ishookmyhead.Honestlytheblonde’sbabblewassoannoying,likeabeethatneverstopped

buzzing,andI’dtunedherout,noddingatalltherightmoments,butbarelyresponsive.

“Ohyou!”shebreathed.“Ofcourseyouheard,PattyMartinwaslockedintoherbathroombyher

ownhusbandbecausehesuspectedherofcheatingwithGradyOwens,hisfratbrotherfromcollege.Isn’t
thatsojuicy?Ohmygod!”shesquealed.

Iforcedmyselftolookinterestedalthoughthiswomen’sgossipwassofuckingboring.

“Ohreally?Howdidheknowshewascheating?”Iaskedsmoothly.

“Itoldyou!”Alexandriasquealedoncemore.“Hefoundapairofboxersintheirlaundrybasket

withanotherman’ssemenstains!”shechortled,laughingsohard.

Thiswasfuckingdisgustingonsomanylevels.First,thethoughtofanotherguy’sdirtylaundry

wasjustfuckedup,thatshitwasnasty.Second,semenstains?Whothefuckwasdumbenoughtochuck
thatintosomeoneelse’slaundry?Andlast,Alexandriaherself,thedumbbitchwascacklingloudlyather
“friend’s”misfortune,relishingthisPattyperson’sproblems.EventhoughI’mnoangel,atleastIkeepto
myselfinsteadofbustinguplikeabarrelofmonkeysinthemiddleofanicerestaurant.

Becauseotherpatronswereturningtolookatusnow,theblonde’slaughtersoraucous,soloud

thattheycouldn’thelpbutglanceover.AndAlexandriamadethemostofit,leaninginclosetome,
bendingthatblondeheadtowardsminetomakeitlooklikewewereinlove,agorgeouscoupledressed
right,eatingattherightplace,powerfulandwealthy.

“It’ssonicetobebacktogether,isn’titPete?”shecooed,strokingmyarmwiththoserednails.

Bileroseinmythroatthen,anastytasteinmymouthbecausethiswomanwastheoppositeof

sexy,someonewhodrainedmeofallenergy.ButIforcedmyselftokeepupthefarce,tosmileandsay
smoothly,“Ofcourse,it’snicetospendtimetogetheragain.”

Andshetossedherhairbackflirtatiouslythen,greeneyesgleaminglikeacat.

“Ican’twaittoseeyouagain,”shecooed.“Likesoon,realsoon.”

Mybloodcurdled,thiswomanwouldhuntmefordinnerifshecould,eatingmybankaccountas

dessert.SoImadeexcuses.

“We’llsee,”Irumbled.“Mydaughterneedsalotthesedays,I’masingledadnow.”

AndAlexandrialaughedlightly.

“OhIknowallaboutkids!”shejested.“Theyloveme,theyloveAuntyAlex.”

Ishookmyheadwithdisbelief.Therewasnowaykidslikedher,it’smoreliketheyran

screamingwhentheysawtheWickedWitchoftheWestwithherfangedsmileandpointyhat.ButI
nodded,givingnothingaway.

“Sureyoudo,sureyoudo,”Irumbled.“Checkplease.”

Andthewaiter,everaccommodating,immediatelynoddedandscurriedofftodomybidding.I

leanedbackinmychair,pickinguptheclothnapkinandputtingitonthetable.God,thisdinnerhadbeen
horrendous,reallypainful,andIwaslookingforwardtogettingbackandseeingMandy.Imean,seeing
Violet.Right,mydaughter,notthebabysitter.

Butunbelievably,therewasatouchonmykneeunderthetable.

“Wannaplaytonight?”cooedAlexandria,lookingupatmeflirtatiouslythroughherlashes.

“Wannaplay,bigboy?”

Ishookmyhead,tryingnottolookdisgustedbecausethewaiterhadjustcomebackwithourtab

andoverheardeverywordofhercome-on.Iwaiteduntilheleft,andthencoveredherhandwithmyown,

stoppingitsascentupmyknee.

“Nottonight,baby,nottonight,”Irumbled.“Ihaveanearlymeetingtomorrowmorning,thisisn’t

agoodtime.”

Alexandriajustcooedagain.

“Ohyou,menalwayshavetowork,”shegushed.“Well,nexttimethen.Howabouttomorrow?”

sheasked,eyessparklingbrightly,conniving.

AndIshookmyheadimperceptibly.

“Sorrybabe,gotapackedweekahead.I’llcallyou,”Isaidwithfinality.Andwiththat,Istood,

usheringtheblondeoutoftherestaurant,headsturningaswemadeourwaytothedoor.Ihavetoadmit
thatwewereasighttosee,bothofustall,physicallyattractive,Alexandriawearingobviouslyexpensive
clothesandjewelry,herfacemade-uplikeadoll.ButallIwantedwassomeonenatural,alittleless
calculating,withnoagenda.Someoneinnocentandsweet,withagoodheartandgentledisposition.And
Ihadafeelingthatsomeonewasatmyhouserightnow…waitingformetocomehome.

CHAPTERTHREE

Mandy

ItwasexhaustinggettingViolettobed,Iadmit.I’vebeenbabysittingthelittlegirlforyears,butin

myfourmonthsawayshe’dbecomeahandful.

“NoMandy,”shecommandedimperiously,smallvoicefirm.“You.”

Isighedagain.

“Violethoney,thisisyourbed,Idon’tsleephere,remember?Istaywithmymomanddadat

anotherhouse.”

Andthelittlegirl’seyesbeganwelling,bottomliptrembling,blueeyessosorrowfulittoreatmy

heart.

“Mandy,you!”shebeggedagain.

Thistime,Igavein.Godknowsthelittletykehadhadenoughupheavalrecently,soIrestedmy

headforaminuteonthepillownexttohers,relaxing.

“Shhh,”Isaidinasoothingvoice.“Okay,I’llstayhereuntilyoufallasleep.”

Andthelittlegirlcuddledupnexttome,teddyclutchedinherhands.

“Sing,”shesaidinasmallvoice.Andobediently,IbegantohumTwinkleTwinkleLittleStar

softly,repeatinguntilherbreathingstilled,calming,thelittlebodynolongertense.Poorthing.Ireally
lovedher,shewaspracticallymybaby,I’dknownhersincebirth,watchinghergrow.

ButIcouldn’tstayinthesmallchild’sbedallnight,soImademyselfgetupandstretch.Violet’s

roomwasdecoratedbeautifullywithlavenderwallsandstickersofthemoonandstarsthatglowed-in-
the-dark,perfectforagrowinggirl.Andthebooksontheshelfwereageappropriate,hertoysrightfora
fiveyear-old.HadPetechosenthoseoutforhisdaughter?Hemusthavebeenspendingalotoftime,
pickinguptheslacknowthattheoldnannywasgone.

AsIwanderedoutintothehall,Iletoutanotheryawn.Finalshadbeentough,reallychallenging.

Collegewaskindofatoss-upforme.Ontheonehand,Ishouldhavebeenecstatic,Igotintomyfirst
choiceschool,aplacewithnamerecognitionupthewazooandbrandprestige.Butthatstuffonlygoesso
farbecausejustlikeanyotherschool,thereweresomanypowerpointlectures,slidesthatseemedtogo
onforever,andteachersthatcouldn’teventeach,theywerehiredfortheirresearchskills,nottheirability
toconnectwithundergrads.

ButIscoldedmyself.Iwasluckytobeincollege,anditwasjustfinalsthatwasdoingthisto

me.Iwaswornoutfromweeksofstressandstudying,andMr.Parkerhadcalledmyparents’housethe
daythatIgotbackaboutbabysitting.Iwasjusttired,thatwasall,andabubblebathwouldsoothemy
achymuscles,dispelthetensioninmyback.

Iglancedatmywatch.Ohgood,itwasonlyeight,Mr.Parkerhadsaidheneededmyservices

untilnine.SoIhadplentyoftimetogetnakedandrelax,enjoymyselfforanhourbeforeheadinghome.

Sowanderingdownthehallway,Icametoornatedoubledoorsthatindicatedthemasterbedroom

suite.Ohmygod,shouldItakeabathinhisroom?Thethoughttitillatedme,beinginhisprivatespace,

usingthesamesoapandshampoothatthealphamalesudsedhimselfwith.

Butsomethingstoppedme.Maybeitwasknowingthathisex-wifehadoncelivedthere,maybeit

wasmyvirginalinstincts,butmyhandpausedontheknob,hesitating.Betternot.Bettertofindanother
bathroom,therewereplentyinthisgiantmansion.

SoItiptoeddownthehallsomemorebeforecomingtoaguestsuite,slowlycreakingopenthe

door.Oh,thiswasperfect.ThebedroomwasdarksoIcouldn’tseemuchexceptforabigbedandsome
looming,ominousfurniture,butthatdidn’tmatter.Ipaddedsoftlythroughtheroomtotheensuiteand
flippedtheswitchthere,thelightscomingonbrightwithaslighthum.

Itwasperfect.Ahugegardentubsprawledinthecorner,shinyandunused,withaseparate

showerontheotherside.Justlikeeverythinginthishouse,thefixtureswereornate,thespigotaglossy
goldcolor,thetubporcelainandbrightwhite,almostblindingme.

Andsighingwithrelief,Istripped.Iwriggledoutofmysweater,throwingitintoacorner,and

jumpedabittogetmyskirtovermyhips.Ohyeah,I’dputonsignificantweightinthepastyearandthe
freshmanfifteenhadcomeentirelyinthefirstsemesterforme.Soyeah,ifIdidn’twatchit,anew
wardrobewouldbeinorder.

Butitwasokay.Yearsofbeingtwig-likemademeappreciatemybountifulfigureallthemore,

andIstaredatmyselfinthemirror,eyestakinginmycurvyform.Becauseyeah,Iwaswearingthe
sexiest,slinkiestbraandpantysetever.Blushpinkwithlacetrimmingtheedges,thesetwassosheer
thatyoucouldseethedarkimprintsofmyareolaunderneath,theplushlipsofmylabiaoutlinedclearly.
Sowithsensualhands,Iunsnappedmybra,slippingthestrapsovermyshouldersuntilthecupsfelloff,
revealingmygiantbreasts,andslowlysteppedoutofmypanties,pullingthemoffuntilmypinkcuntwas
revealed.

God,thephysicaltransformationhadbeenamazing.Iwaswhiteandpinkallover,mynether

regionsglossyandslickandtentatively,Iranafingerbetweenmylegs.Yep,itcameawayslightlyjuicy.
Ididn’tknowwhatwaswrongwithmethesedays,Iwasnolongerthestudioushighschoolstudentwith
herheadstuckinthebooksallthetime.Instead,IwasoftensowetthatIhadtochangemypantiestwoor
threetimesadayjustsomyfellowstudentsdidn’tsmellmyconstantarousal,thesensuousfemaleintheir
midst.

Butitwastimetoletloosehereincompleteprivacy,andnottoworryaboutwhowaswhere

thinkingwhat.SoIturnedonthespigotandahot,whitegushofbubblesstreamedout.Ilookedaround
haphazardly,underthesink,inthemedicinecabinet,hopingagainsthope.Nah,there’dbenobubblebath
formulainaguestbathroom,therewasprobablynothingsincenoonelivedhere.I’dhavetomakedo
withsomewater,andthelittlebitofhandsoapoverbythesink.Buthey,thesoapwassomefancyFrench
stuffandIpumpedacouplesquirtsfromthedispenser,thepearlyliquidbubblingforamomentbefore
dissipating.Okay,there’dbenofoam,butatleastthewaterwasslicknow,givingthebathaluxurious,
sensualfeel.

Andpinningmyhairup,Isteppedin.Ohgod,thewarmwaterfeltsogood,lappingagainstmy

muscles,immediatelysoothingme.ItwaslikeIwasimmersedinaslickocean,thewaterbuffetingmy
form,caressingmeineverydirection.Myboobsbobbledinthewaves,onlyhalfhidden,mypinkareola
peekingout,andthewarmliquidcaressedmyfoldsdownbelow.

Leaningback,myheadsettledcomfortablyintothebuilt-inheadrest.Isighed.God,thiswasthe

life.Whatwoulditbeliketoliveherefull-time,tohaveamanlikeMr.Parkercominghomeeach
evening,eatingdinnertogether,playingwithVioletbeforeturninginforascorchingnightoflove?That
soundedlikepureheaventome,likeadreamcometrue,somethingIcouldonlyfantasizeabout.

Andthebeautyoffantasiesisthattheycanbevivid,soIletmyimaginationrun.Becausesure,

I’mavirginbutthatdoesn’tmeanIdon’thavefunonmyown,thereareallsortsofpersonaltoysthatI
usewhentheneedbeginstoburn.Andbeinghere,inMr.Parker’shousehaditsowntitillatingedgethat
sentshiversdownmyspine.

Soslowly,Ipartedmythighs,restingonepink,manicuredfootoneachedgeofthetub,whitelegs

fallingaparttorevealmysecretpartswithin.Thewaterhadlittleripples,kindoflikeafunhousemirror,
butIcouldseemycuntandhowitwasswollenalready,pinkandluscious.Ileanedforwardtocranemy
headovermybreastsandtantalizinglyranafingerupmythightostrokethecreasebetweenmylegand
pussy.Mmm,thatfeltgood.

Slowlymyfingerquestedhigheruntilitwastracingovermylabia.Ohgod,yes,thefleshgrew

moreengorged,mylipspuffingupuntiltheywerepracticallydoubletheirprevioussize,paleyetpeachy
atonce.Butit’smyclitthatI’mmostproudof.BecauseIhaveahugeone,whenit’sarouseditliterally
pokesoutfrombetweenmypussyfoldsandrightnowthetipwasclearlyvisible,pulsingandthrobbing,I
couldalmostfeelmyheartbeatinthesensitivenub.

Sowithdelicatefingers,Ipulledmyvaginaapart,gazingdeepdownintothatpinkchannel.Fuck,

Iwassowetanditwasn’tjustthewater.Myclitpulsedharder,literallywavingandbobbingnowand
whenIbrusheditwithonefinger,mybodyjerked,itfeltsofuckinggood.Ohgod,ohgod,Iwasso
aroused,sodeliriousfromjustabrushofmyfingers,alittlesensuousmassage.Myheadfellbackasone
handplayedwithmypussytheotherstrokingabreast,pinchinghardatanipple,squeezingthesoftwhite
flesh.

Mr.Parker,Idreamed.Mmm,ohyeah.Ipretendedhewasherewithme,hoteyesonmycurvy

bodyasIpleasuredmyselfinhisguestbathroom,moaningslightlyatthethoughtofthehugemaleformin
thissmallspace,fillingitup,hismuskaspiceintheair,makingmeswoonwithdesire.

Anddesperateformore,Idecidedtotakeitonestepfurther.Hey,Iwasinluxurioussurroundings

andwantedtouseeverythingavailabletome.Thiswassuchafarcryfromthecrampeddormshower
stallsthatitwastimetoexplore,beadventurous.Sowithonetoe,Iflickedonthespigotoncemore,a
gushofwaterrushingout,andscootedforwardonmybuttuntilmypussywasrightunderthespray.Oh
yeah,thatfeltgood.Thebubbleswerearousing,theswirlofthewatersotantalizingonmysensitiveflesh
thatImoanedloudly,throwingmyheadback,eyeshalf-closed.WhatwoulditbeliketofeelMr.Parker’s
fingersonmycunt,exploringthosesoftfolds,runningwetlythroughmymostsensitivepart?

Butitwasn’tenough.Ineededmorepressure,Ineededtofeelthesprayofwaterrightagainstmy

privates.SoIleanedback,bracingmyselfonthetubbottom,andcantedmyhipsupwardsuntilmypussy
liftedoutofthewaterandtherushofliquidflowedrightdownonmyclit.Ohfuck,thatwasgood.Now
thewaterfallrainedontomyhotlyswollenpussyandmycuntbeganbeating,smalltwitchesatfirst,my
moansgrowinglouder,literallyechoingthroughthesmallchamber.Again,Iwasnolongerinthedorms,
afraidofotherpeoplehearing,soIletloose,heavypantingrisingintohigh-pitchedwhineswithevery
passingsecond.

Ohgod,ohgod,itfeltsofuckingamazing.ButthiswassuchanawkwardpositionandI’mabig

girlnow,Ican’tbalanceonmyhandsforever.SoIsatbackdown,thewaterbuoyingmelightly,
caressingmycurves,myasscomingtorestontheporcelainoncemore.Iwantedmore,wasdesperatefor
more,buthowtogetit?Suddenly,somethingcaughtmyeye.Holycow,coulditbetrue?Whyhadn’tI
noticedbefore?Becauserightnexttothespigotwasaremovableshowerhead,thekindthatyoucanhold
inyourhandwhileyousprayyourself,rinseyourselfoff.

Andpracticallypurringnow,Ireachedforit,takingitoffitsholderandcaressingitwithmy

hand.Ohfuckyes.ThiswasexactlywhatIneededinmorewaysthanone.BecausenotonlycouldIuse
ittodirectwaterstraightatmycunt,butIcouldalsofuckmyselfwiththeshowerheadifneedbe,Icould
caressmyclitwithit,stickitupmyhotpassage.Sowithanaughtysmile,Iflickedonthespigotonce
more,thistimepressingthebuttonthatindicatedshower.Andwithamutedgurgle,theheadcameon,
blastingme.

Ohshit,thewaterwascold,andIjoltedbackforamoment.Butwithinseconds,thewater

warmedandIadjustedthesprayuntilthepressurewasjustright,athinstreamofliquidpulsingfromthe
centerofthehead.Delicatelysittingbackoncemore,Iraisedmyhipsagainsotheywerejustatwater
levelandpointedthegoldentoolatmypussy,watersprayingrelentlessly.

Ohgod,ohgod,fuckyes,thiswasit.ThewaterfeltsogoodandIreachedmyotherhandbetween

mylegstospreadmylabiasothatthespraycouldpoundmyclit,massagingme,makingmewhineand
wriggleinthebath.Ohgod,itwassoslippery,nubpulsingwitharousal,nipplesabouttoburst,they
weresohardandsensitized.

Butitwasthefeelinginmycuntthatdrovemeovertheedge.Thespraywassofuckinggood,

makingmyclitshiverandtwitch,andIpulledtheshowerheadevenclosertomypussyuntilIwas
blastingmyselffromonlyinchesaway.Mr.Parker,Imoanedslightly,mylipspartingtospeakhisname.
Mr.Parker,Mr.Parker,Imoanedoverandoveragain,thesyllablesfeelingsorightonmylipsasI
dreamedofthebigman,pretendinghewasthereinthebathroomwithme,watchingmefrigmyselfto
heaven.

Andwiththat,Icamehard,pussylosingit.Bynow,theshowerheadwasrightupagainstmywet

lipsformaximumpressureandIburst,ahotgushofcreamsquirtingfrommyhole,sweetwhitemelting
intothewater.Myboobsquiveredandshookwithorgasm,cuntclampingdownhard,once,twice,then
dissolvingintoaseriesofjerksandtwitchesaselectricityshottomyfingersandtoes,makingthemtense
andclench,backarchingasIcameagainandagain.

Ohfuck,ohfuck,waterwassplashingeverywherenow,mycurvybodyrockinginecstasy.The

non-stopthrashingcausedtidalwavesinthetub,displacinggallonsofbathwater,lappingovertheedge
againandagain,sothunderousandright,andIletgocompletely,throwingmyheadbackandmoaning
throatily,adeep,gutturalcryof“Mr.Parkerrrrr!”

Andfinally,finally,itwasover.Inhalingdeeply,Ileanedbackinthetub,panting,slicklyjuicyas

thetremblingsubsided,astheworldcamebackintofocus.Breathinghard,Iletmyselfgoforamoment,
floatingintothehaze,mybodyrelaxedyetalive,tinglingwithsensations.Butaslightslappingsound
invadedmyreverie.ItmusthavebeenmyimaginationbecauseIwasdone,myorgasmsubsided.But
thenthesoundgrewmoredistinct,moreforceful.Whatthe?Itcouldn’tbethewaterstillsloshingonthe
floor,therewasnomorewhirlpool,thestormhadpassed.

ButtheclappingwasnowevenmoredistinctandIsatupsharply,eyesflyingopen.Ohgod.It

hadn’tbeenmyimagination.BecausetherewasMr.Parkerhimself,bluegazehotonme,stilldressedin
hissuitpantsandbutton-downshirtasheclapped,eyesdevouringme.

“Mandy,”hegroundout,bluegazehot.“Ihadnoideayouweresodirty.”

AndIflushed.Holyshit,mybosshadjustcaughtmetouchingmyselfinthetub,blastingmypussy

withwaterwhenIwassupposedtobewatchinghisdaughter,whenIwasonhisdime.Andmyeyesgrew
wideoncemore,chintrembling,sensesonalert…becauseMr.Parkerwasgoingtopunishme,wasn’t
he?

CHAPTERFOUR

Pete

ThehousewasoddlysilentwhenIgothome.Thatwasn’ttoostrange,afterallitwaspast

Violet’sbedtimebutusuallyMandywatchedTVordidhomeworkatthekitchencounter,sotherewereat
leastlightsonsomewhere.Butthistimetheentirefirstfloorwasdark,soIdroppedmykeysonthe
countertopandstrodeupthestairs.MaybeMandyhadfallenasleepinViolet’sbedroom,sometimesmy
daughterneededsomeonetostaywithheruntilthemonsterswentaway.

Andwearilysighing,Imassagedmyneck.ThedatewithAlexandriahadbeenpainful,thewoman

gotonmynerveswithhernails-on-chalkboardvoiceandpossessiveways.FunnyhowI’dforgotten,but
onedinnerhadbeenenoughtobringitallrushingback,remindingmeofexactlywhyIdumpedherso
manyyearsago.

Butthesadthingwasthatonceuponatime,Alexandriawasmytype.Shewasalwaysan

annoyingbitch,butIguessinmyyouthIdidn’tfocusonpersonalitysomuch.Solongasthefemalewasa
stunner,someonetomakeeveryman’sdickhard,thenIwasokaywithit.Icouldputupwithallsortsof
shitsolongasshewasatenonthetraditionallooksscale,someonewhowaspaparazzi-readynightand
day.

Butmythinking’schanged,alltheoldshitmakesnosenseanymore,soit’soutwiththeoldandin

withthenew.Maybeitwasbecausemyexwasasixfootskeleton,alllooksandnobrain,andfiveyears
withherworemedown.Imean,howmanydinnersdidwehavewheretherewasliterallyno
conversation?Notasinglewordexchanged,andnotbecausesheandIwereonbadterms.Vivianjust
didn’thaveacellinherbrain,soatmost,wecouldchatabouttheweatherorourdaughter,ifshe’deven
botheredtoseeVioletthatday.Plus,myexneverateeither,justswillingwinetheentiremeal.Isthat
evensafe?Isitsafetobedrinkinggallonsofalcoholonanemptystomach,nightafternight?

Butmyexwasgonenow,andIwasmorethanthankful.Becauseohfuckyeah,I’madifferentman

now.Itwasatoughlesson,butIlikesweet,curvyandsexynow,alittlepoundagemakesmypulserace,
thebloodcourseinmydicklikeahammercomingtolife.Iwanthugetits,thekindIcanburymyselfin,
fuckingtheirsweetbelliesifIwantatittysession.Andasforass…Ineverthoughtofmyselfasanass
man,mypreviousgirlfriendshadnothingtospeakofbackthere,flatasapancake.ButnowIlikethem
bountiful,huge,thebettertoknead,squeeze,andpenetrateillicitly.

Becauseohyeah,Iwantanal.Iwanttopoundabuttsohardthatthewomancomes,herbreasts

draggingonthegroundasshekneelsbeforeme,doggy-style,takingitfromtheback.Iwanttoruinthat
asshole,makehercryoutinpleasureasherbackpuckerisbreached,asshegivesmeeverythingshehas
togive,curvybodyrollingandshakingasshe’sfuckedfrombehind.

ButIforcedmyselfundercontrolbecausemythoughtsweregettingawayfrommeandrightnow,I

justwantedtolocatemybabysitter.Mysweet,sweetteensitterwiththebodyofmyfantasies,whose
facehadbeensuperimposedonmydreamgirl,theonewhotooksuchgoodcareofmydaughter.Ohyeah,
whenMandyhadliftedVioletintoherarms,soothingthetot,I’dfeltasurgeofsomething.I’mnotsure
whatitwas.ButMandylookedsomaternal,sobeautiful,cuddlingthebaby.Whatwoulditbeliketosee
theteenswellwithmychild,thatcurvyformbecomingevenrounder,herstomachblossomingwiththe
evidenceofmyseed,myvirility?Fuck,thatwasn’tenough.Iwantedtoseeherbloomoverandover

again,bearingtwo,three,evenfourofmychildren.

Whatthefuckiswrongwithyou?Iraged.Thiswasnowaytothinkaboutmyinnocent

babysitter.Mandywasprobablyasleepnexttomydaughterevennow,maybehuggingoneofmy
daughter’sstuffedanimals,herbreathmixingsoftlywithViolet’s.Fuck,Iwasasickbastard,my
imaginationhadgoneovertheedge,wayoffthereservation.

Soreiningmyselfin,IcrackedopenthedoortoViolet’sroom.ButtherewasnoMandy.Nope,

Violetwasasleep,alittleblondelumpinherchild-sizebed,curledupandpeaceful.Therewas
definitelynoteentemptationcampedoutintheroomanywhere.Softly,Iclosedthedooroncemore,
shakingmyhead.Wherecouldmybabysitterbe?Maybethestudy?Thelibrary?

Butshit,allthatalcoholatdinnerturnedonthewaterworksandIneededtopiss.SoIstrodeover

tomysuiteandopenedthedoorquietly.Whatthefuck?Wassomeoneinhere?Somethingwasoff,there
wasarectangleoflightundertheensuitedoorandthedistinctsoundofwatersplashing.

Whatthefuck,whatthehellwasgoingon?DidIhavealeak?Itwastotallypossiblegiventhat

newconstructionthesedayscanbeshoddy,evenifyoupaidmillionsforarenovation.Andthiscouldn’t
bearobbery,unlessthesickfuckshaddecidedtotakeabathinmyroombeforetakingmyshit.Sowhat
thefuck?

Ipressedforwardagainandthesplashingsoundscontinued,thistimelouderasIleanedtowards

thedoor.Andfuck,butsoundscameoutthen.NotthesingingI’dthoughtI’dheard,butthemoansofa
womanenjoyingherself,pleasuringherselfoverandoveragaininaluxuriousbath.Herbreathysighs
andgaspsrangoutinthetiledspace,theechoesmagnifyingeverythroatygasp,everyneedywhimperso
fuckingarousing.

Ohshit.Ihadtosee,Ifuckinghadtoseethis.Itcouldonlybeonepersonandtherightthingtodo

wouldhavebeentospinonmyheelandbeatfeetoutofthere,toletmyteenbabysitterenjoyherselfand
pretendlikenothinghappened.FuckIshouldgetbackintomycaranddriveinloopsuntilmybody
calmed,dickundercontrol,heartrateslowed.

ButIcouldn’t.Becausetheentirenight,imagesofMandy’sfaceandbodyhadbeendancing

throughmymind,speakingtomeasmystupiddatetalked,herlipsmovingbutsoundlessasIdreamedof
anotherwoman.Shit,I’dspenttheentiretwohoursfantasizingaboutmysweetbabysitter,envisioning
Mandy’ssweetsmilewhenIgotback,seeingthatcurvybody.Sotosuddenlyrealizetheteenwasinmy
bathroom,pleasuringherself,blewmytopoffandIfuckinghadtosee.Ihadto.Iowedittomyself.

Nudgingthedooropen,everyrationalthoughtflewoutofmyheadasthebeastwithinroaredto

life,zoomingtotheforelikeafuckinghungrymonster.BecauseMandywasthere.Andohgod,butshe
wassocreamy,sotantalizing…andsodirty.Theteensluthadtheshowerheadpositionedbetweenher
thighsassheblastedwaterstraightuphertwat,thosehugebreastsbobblingasshemoanedandsighedin
ecstasy,onehandtweakingagianttit.Andohfuck,butasIwatched,thelittlegirllostit.Yep,rightthere
inmybathtub,thebeautifulwomancame,creaminghard,herpussyspasmingvisibly,thepinksnatch
clenchingagainandagainastremorselectrifiedthatsweetbody,herpinkfleshgivingitup,anearthquake
shatteringthegorgeousgirl.

Andeveryshredofdecencyevaporatedthen.Insteadofbackingoff,slippingawayunseen,I

steppedcompletelyintothebathroom,shuttingthedoorbehindme.Notthatthewomannoticed.Mandy
waslostinherownworld,herbodyquiveringandshakingwithorgasm,thatpinkpussypulsingsohard

thatwatersloshedeverywhere,titsflyingleftandrightasshemoanedandscreamed.

Andrightasshehitherpeak,eyessqueezedshut,everyfiberofherbodyalivewithelectricity,

shescreamedmyname.Holyfuckingshit.Thebrunettewascryingoutforme,overandoveragain,there
werethedistinctwordsof“Fuckme,Mr.Parker,fuckme.”

Andthemaleanimalwithinroaredagain,dormantnomore,growling,readytotake,own,

possess.Shewasmine,nofuckingwaywasIgonnastandhereandwatchagirlcreamherselfwhile
dreamingofme.IwasgettinginonthegamestatandMandywasabouttogettherideofherlife.Sodick
rigidinmypants,Ibeganclapping,thesoundslowandresonantinthetiledspace.

Thebrunette’seyesflewopenthen,hermouthformingaperfectpink“O.”Ohgod,whatwouldit

feelliketohavethoseplushlipscirclingmycock,suckingtheseedfrommyballs,thesourceofalllife?
Ohfuckyeah,that’swhatIwanted,thatwasabsolutelyonmyto-dolist.Butfirstthingsfirst.

“HeyMandy,”Igroundout,eyesdancing,bodyhard.

Andthegirlsatupwithajerk,gaspingforair.

“Mr.Parker!”thebrunetteshrieked,scrambling,tryingtositupwithoutslipping.Shewasso

bountifulthatitwastotallyfutile,watersloshedeverywhereasshegrabbedthetubedge,tryingtogeta
grip,thewetsoundofherbuttslidingagainstporcelainloudandraunchy.Shit,therewassomuchliquid
onthefloorwe’dprobablyneedoneofthosewet-vacstodrythisplaceout.Butnoworries,itwas
totallyworthit.

“HeyMandy,”Irumbledagain,acasualtoneinmyvoice,actinglikeeverythingwasnormal

despiteourillicitcircumstances.“Howgoes?”

Andthebrunetteturnedbeetredthen,hunchinginthewatersothatherbigbreastswere

submerged.Butitwasfutile.Thewaterwasclearsotherewerenobubblestohidehernudity,nothingto
shieldthatsweetwhiteflesh,andIlookedmyfill,eyebrowsraised.

“I’msosorry,”thebrunettebabbled,clutchingherarmsoverherchest,tryingtoshieldherself,

clampingherthighstight.IchuckledabitbecauseIhadeveryintentionofpartingthoselegs,looking
straightupintoherchannelasfarastheeyecouldseebeforeburyingmycockdeepintotheplushdepths.

Butthegirlwasstillapologizing.

“I’msosorry,”sherushedagain,eyeswide,aflushrunningfromherhairlineallthewaydown

hersweetchest.“Violet’sokay,Iputhertosleep,IjustthoughtI’denjoymyselfalittle,youknow,takea
bathinthisguestsuite….”

AndIlookedatherwithaneyebrowarched.

“Guestsuite?”Irumbled.“Thisismyroom,whereIsleep.You’reinmyroom,honey.”

Andtheteengaspedagain,clutchingherselfeventighter,sotightthataboobliterallypoppedfree,

bobblinginthewater,pinknipplehard,beggingtobetasted.ButMandywasstillblatheringonwiththe
apologiesanddidn’tevennotice.

“You-yourroom?”shestuttered.“Ihadnoidea,Mr.ParkerIthoughtyou’dbeinthemastersuite,

althoughmaybewiththedivorceandall…”shesaid,thewordscomingtoaslowhalt.

ButfuckmymarriagehadbeenoveryearsagoandIwasn’tafraidtotalkaboutit.

“VivianandIstartedsleepingseparatelyalongtimeago,”Irumbledsmoothly.“Soyeah,Imoved

hereandshestayedinthere,itwasbetterthatway,”Isaid,beginningtounfastenmybelt,loosenmyshirt.

Andthebrunette’seyeswentwideagain,mouthinan“O”asthedressshirtslippedoffmybroad

shoulders,beltbuckledroppingtothefloorwithaclunk.Igrowledbecausenotonlywastheteenstaring,
butonesofthandwascaressingabreast,trailinglightcirclesaroundhernipple.DidMandyevenknow
shewasdoingit?Orwasshestillsocaughtinthethrallofpleasurethatshewasrespondingtoher
body’sneeds,unawarehowshewastelegraphingittotheworld?

Butfuck,noworries,Iwantedapieceofthatandwasdeterminedtogetmyfill.

“Keepgoing,Mandy,keeptouchingyourself,”Irumbledlowinmychest,eyesgluedtothatsweet

form.

Andshejoltedandstoppedthen,handburyingitselfinthewateroncemore.

“Mr.Parker,whatareyoudoing?”shewhispered,eyeswide.“Areyougettinginthetubwith

me?”shegasped,eyeingeveryinchofbronzefleshrevealedasmyclothesdroppedtothefloor.

ButIneveransweredbecausethelittlegirlletoutan“Ohgod!”then,eyesfixedtomybody.Shit

yeah,I’djustlosttheboxershortsandstoodcompletelynudebeforehernow,Adoniscometolife.Even
thoughI’mnearingforty,Imakesuretoworkouteverydayandeatright,andhey,maybeit’sgoodgenes
butIlookagoodfifteenyearsyoungerthanmybiologicalage.Somychestwasbroad,wideanddeep,
andmyarmsandlegsthickandstrong.Butthatwasallsecondarynexttomydick.Mypeniswasatfull
mastatthemomentandstuckoutfrommyhipsataninetydegreeangle,powerful,hard,huge,readyto
take.

“Ohmygod,”whisperedMandyfromthetub,herwhiteformsuddenlygonetotallystill,eyes

fixedonmyrock-harderection.

AndIlaughedthroatilythen.

“Don’tbescared,”Idrawled,“Thisisn’tgoinginyou…nottonightatleast.”

Andthebrunetteflushedimmediately,anotherlowmoanescapingfromherthroat.

“Tonight?”sheechoed,thosebigbrowneyesneverleavingmycock.

“No,nottonight,”Irepeatedlysilkily.“Tonight,you’rejustgonnawatch.”

Andwiththat,Itookmycockinabighandandfistedit,thehugepolethickandhard.Squeezing

tightly,Iranmyhandupanddownthefuckrod,bodytense,headthrownbackasIstrokedmyself.

“Mmmm,”Irumbled,openingmyeyestolookatthelittlegirl.“Feelssofuckinggood.Ilove

howyoulookatme.”

Andthebrunetteinhaledquickly,eyesstillwideandgluedtomyfuckpole.

“I-Ican’tbelievethisishappening,”shesaidinatremulousvoice.“Ohmygod.”

AndIchuckleddeeplyinmychest,kneeslockedasmyhandslippedupanddown,tracingthe

bulgingveinsinmycock,pinkmushroomheadslickandwet.

“Seethathoney?”Igrowled,makingelectriceyecontactwithher.“SeehowmuchIwantyou,all

thatpre-cum?”

Andsureenough,atthatverymomentabeadofspermslippedoutfrommytipandmybighand

sweptitoverthehugepole,wetsuckingnoisesbeginningtosoundoutasIfistedmyselfagainandagain.

“Mmmm,fuck,”Igroundout,eyesclosed,enjoyingthesensationsofperformingforabeautiful

woman,onewhowasnudeandundoubtedlystrokingherselfinthetub.“Fuuuuck,”Igroundoutagain.

BecauseMandywasnowvisiblytoyingwithherbreasts,bothcreamyorbsabovethewaterline,a

handoneachasshetweakedhernipples,pinchingandrubbingthepinkcrests.

“Ohgod,Mr.Parker,ohgod,”shepanted,eyesgluedtomyhotpole.

Andneveronetodisappoint,Iincreasedthepace,strokingharder,faster,grippingmyselftighter.

Ohfuck,ohfuck,itfeltsogoodandIknewIcouldn’tlastlong.

“Babygirl,”Igroundoutevenasmyhandcontinueditsfucking.“Touchyourself.Touchyourself

downbelow,”Icommanded.

Andwithoutthinking,Mandyobeyed.Onesofthanddisappearedbelowthewatertotraceher

clit,rubbingcirclesaroundthesensitivenubuntilwithasmallgasp,shepresseddownhardonthebutton,
tremorsshootingthroughherbody.

“That’sit,”Irasped.“Comewithmebaby,comewithme.”

Andjustlikethat,bothofuslostit.Myorgasmwascrazy,Ihadn’tcomesohardinyears.Semen

eruptedfrommypole,arcingacrossthebathroomtosplashwetlyinthetub,mixingwithMandy’ssweet
cumasIpumpedandpumped,goooozingeverywhere.

Andthegirlcompletelygaveinaswell,hercriesofpleasureringingoutinthesmallspace.“Mr.

Parker!”sheshrieked.“Ohgod,yes,Mr.Parker!”Iwatchedasherbodyspasmedandshook,cunt
gushingandpulsingatonce,wetlygivingitupasshefriggedherselfharder,ridingthatsweetclittothe
edge.“OhGOD!”thebrunettecriedagain,handablurbetweenherlegs,amotoronherpuss.

Andfuck,butIwasnobetter.Mycumjustwouldn’tstop,arcafterarcsoaredoutfrommydick

tip,thehotwhitepumpingsohardandfastthatitwaslikethreeorgasmsrolledintoone,onerightafter
another.Myballsclenchedhighandtight,cockjerkingagainandagaininmyhand,sweetmissilesof
spermrepeatedlysplashingintothetub.

“Ohfuck,fuck,FUCK!”Iroared,chesttightasmyhipspounded,fistlikeavisearoundthe

pulsingshaft.Andfuck,butIwasstillcoming,thewhitesocopiousandthickthatIcouldhavefathered
fivekidsrightthere,therewassomuchsperm,somuchgoodness.

Andwhenitwasallover,ourbodiesshakingwithmereshiversinsteadoffull-ontremors,her

pussyquakingintheaftermath,thespermdrippingfrommytipinsteadofshootingfromit,Ilookeddown
atmyhand.Fuck,itwascoatedinoozingwhitegoo,thehotstuffsteamyandvirile.AndsuddenlyIknew
exactlywhereIwantedittogo.

Closingthedistancebetweenusintwolongstrides,Iheldittothebrunette’slips.

“Drinkitbaby,”Irumbled,blueeyesseizingthosebigbrownones.“TasteDaddy’scum.”

Mandystaredatmewithshockedeyes,thatcurvyformstillpanting,stillheavinginpost-orgasmic

ecstasy.Butthenherlashesdropped,andwithasoftsigh,thebrunetteleanedforward,thatpinktongue
lickingmypalm,scoopingupthehotspermintohermouth,lettingitsitinhermouthforamoment,

savoring,beforeswallowingaudibly.

“Daddy,”shebreathed,lookingupatmecoylythroughherlashes.“Youtasteamazing.”

Andfuck,butmycockgrewrockhardoncemore.Becausetheteenwasperfectforme.

Everythingabouther,thatsweet,sensuousbody,thedulcetvoice,hersheerdirtiness,firstfuckingherself
inmytubthenswallowingmysperm,shewasperfect,onehundredpercent.AndallIwantedwasmore
…asmuchMandyaspossible,assoonaspossible.

CHAPTERFIVE

Mandy

Itwasn’tawkwardatall.Itshouldhavebeenbutitwasn’tforwhateverreason.BecauseafterI

lickedthespermoffhishand,Mr.Parkerchuckleddeepinhischest.

“Babygirl,”herumbled.“Youareonedirtyslut.”

Andthewordsshouldhavemademeangry,shouldhaverepulsedmebutinstead,theyturnedme

on,mademypussycreamagaineventhoughI’djustgushedhardintothetub.

“Iknow,Mr.Parker,Iknow,”Iwhispered,lookingupathimthroughmylashes.“Andmyslutty

cuntwantsyou,wantsyourcockinside,”Imurmured,thewordsslippingthroughmylipslikehoney.Oh
mygod,wasitmesayingthatsentence?SayingunbelievabledirtyphrasesthatmadebothhimandIjerk,
snapalert?

Butyeah,itwasme,andmybodywentwithit.Iwaspossessed,anewwoman,ripeandsexy,

andforthelifeofmeIcouldn’ttakemyeyesoffhiscock.Mr.Parkerwashardagain,andthathugerod
wasthemostbeautifulthingI’deverseen.Thickandsolid,juttingoutfromhiswaistatninetydegrees,
bobbingslightlyandjustinchesfrommyface.There’snothingthatcanprepareyouforhowbigadickis
inreallife,veinsthrobbingvividly,poleshakingwitheachpoundofblood.

Andohfuck,butIwantedtotasteit.Iwantedtofeelitinme,feelittakemedeep,hard,makeme

cryoutwithecstasy,aslavetohim.SoIpleadedwithmyeyesandmywords.

“PleaseMr.Parker,please?”Isaidbreathily,browneyeswide.

Butthebigmanjustchuckled.

“Naw,nottonightsweetheart,”herumbled.“Watermustbegettingcoldandyourparentsare

gonnawonderwhereyouare.”

Theword“parents”broughtmebacktorealitywithajolt.Ohmygod.Myparents.Trishand

Jimwouldbeshockedtofindoutthattheirdeardaughter,classvaledictorianandbuddingcollegestudent
wascurrentlyactingoutherdirtiestfantasieswiththeirtrustedneighbor,afamilyman.

“ButIhaven’thadyouinsidemeyet,”Iwhispered,blushing.

AnddarkstreaksmaterializedacrossMr.Parker’scheekbones,chestandabsgoingtight,dick

jerkinginvoluntarily.

“Isthatwhatyouwant?”heraspedhoarselyasabighandreachedoutandstrokedmyhair.“Is

thatwhatyouwantbabygirl?”

Andlikeakittenwithitsmaster,Imewledslightly,rubbingmyheadagainstthatbigpalm.God,it

feltgoodtobesowanton,theheatfromhishandscorchingme,nerve-endingsgoingcrazyjustfromthis
onetouch.Andthenewmewentforit.

“ItiswhatIwant,”Ibreathed,lookingupathimwithwidecarameleyes.“Please,Mr.Parker,

please,”andforgoodmeasure,Ishookmytittiesathim,thehugewhiteorbsswayinginthewater,
bobblingtothesurfaceasIteased.Onesmallhandwentuptotraceanipplesoftly,runningincircles
aroundthehardtip.“Please?”Imurmuredagain.

Andhisblueeyesdarkenedtoblack,gleaming.Butthiswasanalphamalewithperfectcontrol

overhisbodyandhemerelyrumbledinhisthroat,runningaringletthroughhisbigfingers,pullinglightly
atacurl.

“Naw,baby,thisisn’tthetime.Wedon’twantthewholetownknowingthatsomething’supandif

youcomehomelatesmellingofsex,theJuniorLeagueisgonnabetalkingaboutit.Soupsy-daisy,come
on,we’lldoitanothertime,arealdate.”

Andwiththat,hesteppedback,grabbingahuge,fluffywhitetowelfromtherackandholdingit

openbeforeme.Iwasdisappointedsure,butmyheartjumpedattheword“date.”DidPetemeanmeand
himtogether,gettingtoknoweachother,therealthing?

Andhechuckleddeepinhisthroat,readingmymind.

“Idon’tthinkweshoulduselabelsjustyet,honey,”hegrowled.“Butwhydon’tyoucomeover

andbabysitforVioletagaintomorrow?I’masinglemanwhoneedshelpwithmydaughter,andit’sthe
perfectcover,you’vebeensittingforusforyears.Ipromiseit’llbegood,”herumbledlowinhisthroat.
“Nowupsy-daisy,I’mnotgonnasayitagain.”

Andmyheartjolted.Mr.Parkerwasright.NoonewouldbealarmedifIstartedcomingoveron

adaytodaybasistohelpwithVioletforamonth.Itwasperfectlynatural,Iwasheroldbabysitter,
someoneshe’dbondedwithalongtimeagoandafamiliarfaceinthesetimesofchange.Soyes,Icould
comeovertomorrownight…especiallyifitmeantseeingMr.Parkeraloneagain.

Andwithasigh,Igottomyfeetinthetub,likeaVenusrisingfromthewaves.Itwastricky

gettingupgracefully,Iadmit,thecombooftheporcelainandwatermadeforaslipperysituation,but
somehowImanagedit,somehowImanagedtorisegracefully,myformundulating,bigboobsswaying
gentlyasmyhipsappeared.Rivuletstrailedmycreamyform,andohgod,buttheliquidsluicedsothata
smallwaterfalldescendedfrommypussy,agushthatwaspartme,partbathwater.

Mr.Parkerwastransfixed,thoseeyesdevouringmyform,makingmegohot,thencold,thenhot

again.

“Youlike?”Ibreathed,shakingmyasssassily.God,everythingjiggledwhenIdidthat,every

singlepartofmebumpedupanddown,therewassomuchheft,somuchflesh.

AndPeteremainedtransfixed,bodytight,almostunabletoinhale.IfIwasn’tmistaken,theman

wasabouttojumpmeagain,forgethisresolutionsaboutkeepingitkosher,ravagemytitsandsweetpink
cunt.Thealphamalestruggledmightily,indecisioninhiseyes,thewayhisjawtickedashestaredsome
more,eatingupmycurvyform.Butfinallywithalowgrowl,hewrappedthetowelaroundme,the
terryclothtightaroundmyform.

“Getdressedwoman,”hecommanded,“Now.”

AndIgiggledbecausethetowelwasn’tquiteenoughtocovermyassets.Sure,itwastucked

securelyundermyarmpits,butthematerialhadrisensothatmypinkpussylipscouldbeseenbelow,
sleekandnubile.

“Ohsure,”Igiggledagain,thistimeshakingmyhips,wigglingoncemoresothathecouldn’thelp

butseemyengorgedlabia,mywetlyglisteningcunt.“Ohsure,”Isaidlightlybeforereachingdownto
pickupmydiscardedclothes,archingmybacksohecouldviewmyslitfrombehind,thefleshbeckoning,
sosweetandsucculent.

Forsurehewasgoingtolosecontrolthistime.Peteliterallyinhaledandexhaledacoupletimes,

eyesgluedtomyvag,readytogo.Butthebigmanclosedhiseyes,summoninghisdeepestreservesof
self-control,andgrowled.

“Git,”hecommanded,swattingmyrumpwithabighand,theslapringingloudinthebathroom.

“Getdressedandcomedownstairs.”

Iyelpedthen,morelikeahigh-pitchedsqueak.Becauseit’dfeltsogoodtohavehishandonme

likethat,theinitialstinghadbeensoshocking,sodelicious.Andnowaburnwasspreadingacrossmy
asscheek,awarmtinglingfeelingthatmademycuntshiver,gushalittle.Wouldtherebeahandprint
whenIlookedinthemirror?Ohgod,wouldIbeabletoseehisfingermarksonmyass?Thepossibility
mademecreamalittleharder,eyesflyingopenwithshock.

Andthebigmansmirkedatme,readingmymind.Buthejustgrowledagain.“Tenminutesbaby

girl.Downstairs.”Andwiththat,hewasgone,thedoorclosingwithoutasoundbehindhim.

Iturnedtolookatmyselfinthemirrorandbarelyrecognizedthegirlstaringback.Becauseitwas

me,sure,butitwasn’tme.Thesamebrunettecurlsandbigbrowneyesstaredback,buttherewasa
knowinginthemnow,asenseofwomanhoodthathadn’tbeentherebefore.I’dtastedmyfirstsperm,
shownoffmybodytoanappreciativeman,andohgod,buthe’dpromisedmemore.More,much,much
more…andIcouldn’twait.

CHAPTERSIX

Pete

Holyfuck,thingshadgottenoutofhand.I’dcomehomeearlytofindmybabysittermasturbating

inmytub.Andinsteadofbeingthebetterman,leavinghertodoherthing,pretendingnothinghad
happened,I’dgonetheoppositedirection.I’dfuckingbustedinthebathroom,strippedoffmyclothesand
comeonthatsweetbody,forcingthecurvybrunettetotastemysemen.Fuck,Iwasadirtymotherfucker,
therewasnodoubtofit,takingadvantageofasweetteenwhodidn’tknowbetter.

ButIarguedwithmyself.Mandywaseighteennow,acollegegirl,andhadeveryrighttodowhat

shewantedsexually.Shewasinchargeofherbody,anenlightenedbeing,thebeneficiaryofallthat
women’slibstuff.Right?Wasn’tthatright?ButwhilemylogicalbrainarguedI’ddonenothingwrong,
doubtstilllingeredbecausefuck,whenI’dbeeneighteenI’dbeenafuckinglunatic,knowingnothing,
gettingintrouble,sowingmyseedlikeitwasafreehandoutforanyonewithtwoXchromosomes.

Sobeingeighteendidn’tmeanMandyknewwhatshewasdoing.Sure,she’dactedlikeaslut

tonight,thewomanofmydreams,butinside,Iknewthegirlwasdifferent.TheAmandaIknewwas
studiousandthoughtful.Thewaythebrunettetookcareofmydaughter,patientlyplayingthesamegames
againandagain,readingstoriesuntilhervoicewashoarse,cuttingfoodintotinylittlebits,only
underlinedhowdifferentshewasfrommeatthatage.Fuck,thisgirlwasanangel,howthefuckcouldI
takeadvantageofsomeonesocaring,insideandout?

Butitwastoolate.Shewasfuckinggorgeousandofallthenamesonmyblackbook,shewas

absolutelythebest,blowingthosethinbitchesoutofthewaterlikeatsunamihittingthecoast.Andseeing
Mandylikethat,hercurvyformtheanswertomydreams,literallythestuffoffantasieswastoomuch
temptation.Shewasmine.Shebelongedtome,andthesoonersheknewit,thebetter.LikeIsaid,I’ma
meanmotherfucker,andIcome,Isee,Iconquer…especiallywhenitcomestowomen.

Sowhenthebrunette’sfootstepssoundedonthestairwell,Iturned,readytoclaimwhatwas

mine.Andohfuck,butMandywasgorgeouswithherhairstillwet,ringletsframingherface,thatsweet
pinkpoutlushandtantalizing,cheeksflushingwhenshemetmyeye.

“Hey,”shesaidsoftly,sittingonastoolacrossthekitchenisland.“HowareyouPete?”

Andneveronetolosemycool,Ipushedamugtowardsher.

“Good,”Irasped,clearingmythroat.“Tea?”Ohfuck,howdidthebrunettedothistome?Iwas

supposedtobeamanincontrolandyetduringthelasthalfhourI’dfoughtwithmyselfmultipletimesto
staycalm,handsteadyonthewheelinsteadofcompletelylosingit.

Andthegirljustsmiledatmesweetly,asifshecouldsensethebattleragingwithin.

“Surethanks,”shemurmured,eyestwinklingasshereachedforthemug.“How’dyouknowIlike

tea?”

IknewbecauseI’dtalkedaboutitwithmydaughter.MandyisoneofViolet’sfavoritetopicsof

conversations,andthelittlegirlchatteredonandon,wantingtobejustlikeherbabysitter.ButIdidn’t
wantthebrunettetoknowthatwe’dbeentalkingabouther,soIpasseditoff.

“Justaguess,”Iliedcasually.“Wealwayskeepastashofteainthecabinet,andtherewere

alwaysacouplepacketsgoneafteryoubabysat.”

Thegirlcolored.

“Ihopeyoudon’tmind,”shesaid,alittlealarmed.“Idrinkalotoftea,Iprobablywentthrough

boxesandboxesovertheyears.”

Thatwastheleastofmyconcerns.Whothefuckcaredabouttea?Shecoulddumpitinthetrash

bythegallonifshewanted.ButIkeptmyexpressioncalmandneutral.

“Noworries,webuyitfromCostco,”Isaidsmoothly.“HowwasViolettonight?”

Andthegirlcoloredbeforebeginningtospeak.Becauseohyeah,that’swhyshewashere

allegedly.Towatchovermydaughter.

“Viwasgood,”shesaidslowly,“Wehaddinnertogether,roastedveggiesandalittlechicken,and

thenIgotherintothebath.Shewenttosleepafterwards,butyeah,Ihadtoreadheracouplestories.”

Igrinnedwryly.

“YoumeanGoodnightMoonfivetimesinarow?”Irumbled.Iswear,Ihatethatbook,Icould

reciteitlineforline,covertocover,thatdamnedlittlerabbitandhismittens.

ButMandyshookherhead.

“No,notthatone,TheHungryCaterpillar,”shesaidwithasmile.“Vilikesstickingherfingers

intoalltheholes.”

AndIshookmyhead.Thatwasanotheroneofmydaughter’sfavorites,andjustlikeGoodnight

Moon,I’dcometohatethebookwithapassion.ButAmanda’sgoodness,herpatience,wasclear.

“Howmanytimes?”Iaskedwryly,“Five?Six?”

Andshebitherlipbeforenodding.

“Seven,”sheconfessed.“Ihadto.Viwouldn’tletmestop,she’dstartcryingwheneverIgotto

theend.”

Thatsoundedalltoofamiliar.

“Yeah,she’sgotsomeattachmentissueswhatwithhermomleavingandall,”Irumbledagain.

“Butshe’llbeokaysoonenough,kidsforgeteasy.”God,thatsoundedawfulandMandywassilentfora
moment,thekitchenspaceemptyyetloudatonce.SoIspokeagain,moretokeeptheconversationgoing
thananything.“Myexwasabitch,thisisallforthebetter.”

Andthebrunetteflushed,nodding,butchosenottospeak.IadmitthatIadmiredherforit,her

tact,herdecisiontoholdback.Becausethiswastheperfectopeningtoaskaboutmydivorce,sateher
curiosityonallthedirtydetailsoftheseparation.Buttheteenhadthegoodsensetomindherown
business,nottogowherethefootingmightbeslippery,anditwastherightthingtodo.God,Mandywas
sodifferentfromwhenIwasherage,abouttentimesmorematureandwithareal,functioningbrain,
whereasI’dbeenagiantpenis,mydickmyonlyguide.

“So,”Irumbled.“What’snext?”

AndMandybitherlipthen.Butthelittlegirldidn’tplaygames,didn’tpretendnottoknowwhatI

wastalkingabout.

“WellMr.Parker,”shebeganslowly.“I’dliketoseeyouagain.”

Inodded.Ihadtoseeheragain,hadtogetintothatbodyasap.Buttherewasnoreasontolayout

allthecardsnow.SoInoddedsagely.

“Howabouttomorrow?”Igroundout.Ohfuck,somuchforbeingsmooth,themanincharge.I

wasmorelikeanadolescentboy,panting,no,beggingforattention.

Andthegirllaughedthroatilythen.

“SureMr.Parker,wouldloveto.Eightokay?”shemurmured.Ifoundhershynessadorableafter

whatwe’djustdoneinthebathroom,thisgirlhadsomanyfacetstoherpersonality,somanyamazing
sidestobediscovered.“I’llcomebyandputVitosleepandthenwecan,wecan…”hervoicetrailed
off.

Igrinnedinternally.Sothegirlwasn’texactlythevixenshemadeherselfouttobe,shewasstill

aneighteenyear-oldnaïf,unabletosaythewords.Butnoworries,I’dteachhertosaythedirtywords,to
sayallthedirtywordsandlovethem,hermouthspewingfilthonlyformyears.

“Thatworks,”Irumbled.“Anothercupoftea?”

Andthegirllookeddownattheemptymug.

“Idrankallthat?”shemurmuredquizzically.“Ireallydodrinkalotoftea,butnothanks,”she

saidthrowingmeanotherdazzlingsmile.“It’salmosttenandIbettergetback,otherwisemyparentsare
gonnacallthecops.”

Igruntedthen.TrishandJimabsolutelyshouldbecallingthecopswithwhathappenedupstairs

tonight,andthesexythingsIplannedondoingtotheirdaughtertomorrow.Butfornow,therewasa
pause,amuch-neededintermissionuntilournextsession.BecauseMandywassmart,thatmuchwas
obvious.ThebrunettehadagoodheadonhershouldersandIwantedhertobereadyforwhatwas
comingnext,tohavesometimetothinkthingsthrough.BecauseonceIstarted…therewouldbenogoing
back.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Mandy

“Mom,Dad,”Icalledfromthefoyer,pursealreadyslungovermyshoulder.“I’mheadedoverto

Mr.Parker’splace.”

Mymomtotteredoverwithanapronstillon,pattingherhandsdryonthefloralprint.OhTrish.

Shewascute,lookingmorelikeMrs.Clauseachyear,andhadinsistedonspendingtheentireevening
bakingbatchafterbatchofChristmascookies.Howintheworldweweregoingtoeatallthosecookies,
Ihadnoidea,butit’dbeenfunhelpingher,icingdozensofreindeer,treesandcandycanes,makingidle
chitchatasweworked.

“Again?”sheaskedplaintively.“IthoughtPeteParkerhadanumberofgirlswhosatforhis

daughter.”

Ifrownedslightly.What?ThatwasthefirstI’dheardofapotentialstableofwomengoingbythe

Parkerplace.ButIjustshruggedontheoutside,expressionsmooth.

“Maybe,butmaybethey’revisitingtheirfamiliesfortheholidays.ItisDecember,”Isaid

pointedly.

Andmymomsighedagain.

“You’resonicehoney,”shesaid.“Suchagoodheart,takingtimefromyourvacationtohelpa

singledad,andgoingovertherelastminutetoo.Howisthatlittlegirldoing,bytheway?DoesMiss
Violetmisshermom?Poorthing.”

AndhereIcouldtellthetruth.

“I’mnotsure,”Isaid,bitingmylip,myconcernevident.“Ithinkshedoes,butVioletdoesn’tsay

anythingandIdon’task.Ijustplaywithheralotandcoverherinhugsandkissesasmuchaspossible.”

“Ohgood,”saidmymom,pattingmyarm.“I’mproudofyouhoney,takingcareofadown-on-her-

lucklittlegirllikethat,onewithamissingmama.Youhavesuchagreatmaternalinstinct,Ihopeyouget
itfromme,”saidmymomwithasweetsmile.“Justlikeyourmama,”sherepeatedagain.

AndIhadtolaughthen,eventhoughtheplayonwordswasn’tthatfunny.BecauseTrishwasa

goodmom,noshewasgreat,she’dgivenuphercareerasanexecutivesecretarytostayhomewithus,
andmybrotherandIhadbenefittedhugelyfromherpresence,showeringuswithherloveeveryminuteof
everyday.Mymomhadbakedcountlessbirthdaycakes,hand-sewnallsortsofHalloweencostumes,and
morethanthat,hadbeenwithusthroughthethickandthin,thedailytediumthatmakesuplife.SoIwas
gratefultoTrishandonlyhopedIcouldbehalfasgoodwhenthetimecame.

“You’reanamazingmom,Mom,”Isaid,leaninginforahug.“I’msoluckytohaveyou.”

AndTrishwasvisiblytearingwhenIsteppedback,blueeyeswateryasshepattedhernose.

“Ohyou!”sheexclaimed,wavingahandmyway.“It’sjusttheholidaysmakingmenostalgic,my

babygirlisbackintownagain.Iloveyousomuch,Mandy.Nowyoubettergeton,thatdearchildis
waiting.”

IgaveTrishanotherquickhugagainbeforegettingintomycarandpullingitontothesnowy

street.ButasIdrove,thewarmfeelingofhappiness,ofutterbelonging,meltedabit,turninginto
confusion.Becausethatwasthething.Ididhaveastrongmaternalinstinctanditblastedtothefore
whenIwastakingcareofkids,wheneverIwasaroundViolet.Ontheonehand,Iwaspre-lawat
Evergreen,theprideandjoyofmyparents,sloggingthroughrhetoricclassesandallthosethingsbudding
lawyersneedtolearn.Butthethingis,itpaledcomparedtowhenIwasathome,feelinguseful,doing
thingslikehelpingmymombakecookiesandtakingcareofkids.Becausewhatthehellwas“rhetoric”
anyways?EventhoughI’djustfinishedtheclass,forthelifeofmeIstillwasn’tsure.Instead,I’d
regurgitatedanswerslikeabird,spittingoutwhateverIthoughttheprofessorwantedtoseeonexams,
withnodeeperunderstandingoftheworldorwhatIwasdoinginschool.

SoIsighedagain,shakingmyheadasmycarpulledintotheParkers’driveway.Crossedwires

wasagoodmetaphortodescribeme,withoutaclearideaofwhereIwasgoingorevenwhatIwanted.
Sure,ontheoutsideIlookedlikeawinner,graduatingatthetopofmyclass,MissWallStreetallthe
way.Butinside…Idunno.Ifeltlikeamassofcontradictionswithnoclearpath,noclearmeaningin
life.SoIsighedagain,frustrated.Maybethisiswhatitmeanttobeateen.Iwanteddirection,focus,but
insteadwasfumbling,flailingwildly,tryingtokeepittogetherasIspiraledoutofcontrolinternally.

Butfirstthingsfirst.Straighteningmyshoulders,Imountedthestepstothemansion,andasifon

cue,thedoubledoorsswungopen,Mr.ParkerwithVioletinhisarms.

“Mandy!”criedthechildjoyfully.“You’rehere,you’rehere!”

AndIreachedouttohugher,herlittlearmsclosingtightaroundmyneck.Foramoment,peace

descendedonmeoncemore,standinghereinatriumviratewithPeteandViolet.Asenseofcalm
pervadedmybeing,itwaslikeI’dbeenswimminginrockywatersandsuddenlythewaveshadstilled,
leadingtoasmooth,soothingride.Awarmglowdescendedanditfeltsoright,soamazing,thatI
hesitatedforamoment,notsurewhattodonext.

ButVioletneverfailstosurprise.

“Mandy!”shecriedagain.“Ihavesomethingforyou!”

AndMr.Parkergrinnedatme,hishandsomeprofilesoclosetomine,ourheadsbowedoverour

preciouscharge.

“ComeonVi,”hesaid,“Let’sgointothekitchenandyoucanshowMandywhatyoumadeher.”

Ibeamedatthebigmandeliriouslybeforecatchingmyself.Whatwaswrongwithme?Iwas

positivelysoaringonCloudNine,actinglikeIwaspartofthisfamilyunit,spendingqualitytimewith
Peteandhisdaughter.Butthatcouldn’tbefurtherfromthetruth.Iwasjustababysitterforhire,someone
paidwithmoney.Abelovedsitter,sure,butstill.Thejobwastemporary,Iwasn’thereforthelonghaul
oranything,therewasstillschoolandmyfancyfuturecareerwaiting.

SoIforcedmyselfbacktoreality,trailingPete’sbroadbackintothekitchen,Violetgigglingall

theway.Ireallywaslosingit,Iwaslettingmymindgowild,sinkingintoacomfortablegoo.Ohshit,oh
shit.Ididn’tevenwanttothinkaboutwhatthatmeant,soIsloggedonahead.

Besides,thecookiethatViolethadmademewassocute.Thelittleblondegirlheldituptome,

beamingwithpride.

“Foryou,Man-man,”shebabbled.

AndIcroucheddownsoIwaseyelevelwiththetot.

“Thankyou,”Isaid,givingherahug.“CanIeatit?Whatisit?”

AndVioletgiggledthen.

“It’syou!”shesaidexcitedly.“Can’tyoutell?It’sMan-manandVi-let!”

Tobehonest,noIcouldn’ttell,notatall.TheblobIheldinmyhandswasjustthat,ablob.

AlthoughifIsquintedandusedmyimagination,Isupposethebrownblobontheleftcouldbemyeye,and
theredblobonmyrightcouldbemynosemaybe?Mouth?Iwasn’tsure.

ButVioletwasecstatic.

“Eat,eat!”shecommanded.Andclosingmyeyes,Ididassheasked,takingabigbiteof

gingerbread.

“Mmmm,delicious!”Ipraised,givingherabigsmile.“Thatwassogood!Youdidsuchagood

job!”

“Mmm-hmmm,”saidthetot.“Nowbed!”

AndIglancedupatMr.Parkerthen,seekinghisapprovaltospirithisdaughterupstairs.Butwhat

Isawtookmeaback,mademefreezeforamoment.BecauseIhadn’tlookedathimsinceenteringthe
kitchen,andtheexpressiononhisfacewaspossessive.Notpossessiveinasexualway,butratherlikea
manlookingathisgirls,knowingthatthesetwofemaleswerehistotakecareof,hisresponsibility,his
entirelife.Pete’sblueeyeswerewarmashetookinourheadsbentoverthecookie,theconspiratorial
waywehuddledlikeweweresharingasecret.

“Ahem,”heclearedhisthroatroughly.“Right.Violet,it’syourbedtime,Mandywilltakeyou

upstairs.Beddy-byebedbug,loveyoulots,”hesaid,pressingakisstoherforehead.

ButVioletwasalreadyfocusedonmeagain.

“ByeDaddy,”shesaidcarelessly,notevenglancinghisway.“Nowyou,Mandy!”shefinished

imperiously,holdingherarmsuptobecarried.

Andallthreeofuslaughedthen.Mybondwiththelittlegirlwassostrongthatshe’devenignore

herbelovedfatherinmypresence.SoIpickedVioletupandsmiledoverhershoulderatPete,mouthing
“justfiveminutes”beforecarryingmysmallchargeupthemarblestaircaseandintoherroom.

Iwishithadbeenonlyfiveminutes,thatitonlytookfiveminutestogetViolettosleep,butitwas

morelikehalfanhourofsinging,humming,anotherstory,thensomemoresinging,beforethelittlegirl
droppedoff,exhausted.AndbythetimeIwasdone,Iwasprettytiredmyself.That’ssomethingthey
don’ttellyouaboutchild-rearing.It’seffingbone-wearyingevenifyouadorethekid,lovethemlikeyour
own.

SoItrudgeddownstairs,takingdeepbreaths.Ohgod,itwastimetoseePeter,tostartupagain

wherewe’dleftoff.AndeventhesplitsecondIhadtopreparemyselfwasenoughtogetmyheartracing,
mybloodpumping.Becausethebigmanwaswaiting,withthebroadchest,thethickthighs,andeven
thicker….Mybreathcaught.Wasitreallygoingtohappentonight?Ohmygod,really,Iwasgoingto
losemyvirginity?Mypussygushed,nipplesgoinghard.IcertainlyhopedsobecauseIcouldn’twaita
secondlonger.

CHAPTEREIGHT

Pete

Mandycamedownstairslookingalittletiredbutstillsobeautiful,sodesirable,thatsweetfigure

inviting,plumpanddelicious.

“Howgoes?”Iaskedeyebrowarched.

Andshesighedbeforeploppingontoastool.

“Itgoes,”shesaidwryly.“Yourdaughtercanbeahandful.”

Inoddedknowingly.NooneknewbetterthanmewhatVioletcouldbelike,goodmoods,bad

moods,sick,healthy,thewhimsandidiosyncrasiesofafiveyear-old.

“Woreyouout,huh?”Iaskedsympathetically,pushingamugofteaherwayoncemore.

Mandylookedupatmethen,turningthosecarameleyestomine.

“Um,yes,”shesaidbitingherlip,“butnotsomuchthat…that…”

Ichuckledthroatilythen.

“Notsomuchnottogetdown?”Irumbleddeepinmythroat.“Youwannatakeupwhereweleft

offlastnight?”

Andthebrunetteblushedthen,itwassocuteseeinghowhercheekswentpink,thehuedescending

allthewaydowntoherboobs.Ohshit,thoseboobs.Shewaswearingawomen’st-shirt,thekindthat
hugsthefigureandhertitswereginormous,outlinedinthesoftcotton,readytobetouchedandcaressed.

ButIwantedtohearhersayit,Iwantedthegirltosaythatshewantedme.SoIfixedherwitha

gaze.

“Youready?”Irumbledthroatily.

Thegirllickedherlipsasthoughtheyweredry,althoughshe’djusttakenasipoftea.

“Yes,Mr.Parker,”sheswallowed,stillunusedtobeingsoforward.“Please.”

AndthatwasallIneededtohear.Idescendedonthefemalelikealion,seizinghermouthina

kiss,tastingthatplushpinkpout,savoringherfeminineenergy.Becauseshewassogenerous,sogiving,
solovingeventhoughallwe’ddonewaskiss.Mandyopenedhermouthimmediately,partingthosesweet
lipssoIcoulddelveinside,tasteherinnerhoney,swallowallhergasps.

“OhPete,”shemoanedbreathilyintomymouth.“Oh!”

Andhearingmynameonherlipsonlycrankedupmyarousal,puttheburnonmax.Becausethere

wassomethingsorightaboutit,eventhoughIwastwentyyearsherseniorandtechnicallyheremployer.
HearingMandymurmurmynameinthethroesofarousalwasabsolutelyright,andIwantedtohearit
againandagain.

Butthiswasn’ttheplace,notamongthepotsandpans,ontopofacoldgranitecountertop.SoI

sweptthegirl’scurvyformintomyarms,hugebreastspressedagainstmychest,nevertakingmymouth
offhers,andwentupthestairstwoatatime,legseatingupthedistance.

“Fuckbabygirl,you’regonnabethedeathofme,”Igrowled,droppingherontothebedspread.

Andsheliftedherhead,alittledazed,curvesbouncing,swaying.

“Pete,arewe…?”sheasked.

“Yeah,”Igrunted.“We’reinmybedroomandI’mgonnatakeyouuntilyouscreammynameagain

andagain,makethatsweetbodyorgasmuntilyou’rehoarsefromcomingsohard.”

Mandyflushedthen,partlyfromarousalbutpartlyfromsomethingelseaswell.

“Pete,beforewestart,Iwanttotellyou…,”shebeganslowly.

Iwasonlyhalf-listening,sointentongettinghernakedthatIcouldbarelyhearthewords.That

teewasoffinaNewYorksecond,herjeanspulleddownherlegsuntilthebrunettewascladinnothing
butapinkbraandmatchingpanties.Andohfuck,Idefinitelycouldn’thearthenbecauseshewasso
fuckingluscious,hugebreastsoverfillingthetinylacecups,theoutlineofherpussyvisibleunderthe
meshmaterial.Icouldliterallyseeherclitthrobbingandbarelystoppedmyselffrompressingmylipsto
theachingnub,pinchingandtoyingwithitbeforegoinginforasolidrub.

ButMandy’shandsonmybodystoppedme,forcedmetolookupforamoment,jolting.Because

I’dshedmyclothesaswellandshe’dreachedformydick,hersmallhandsqueezingthehardshaft.

“Pete,”shesaidurgentlyagain,“pleaselisten.”

Igroaned,throwingmyheadback,jawtightwithtension.Fuck,ifthegirlkeptthisupIwasgonna

bespurtinginabouttwominutesflat,nopenetrationnecessary.SoIputabighandonhers,stillingher
movementsandopenedmyeyes,piercingbluemeetingcaramelbrown,bothofusbarelyundercontrol.

“What?”Igrowled.“Whatthefuckisit?”

Thelittlegirlcoloredthen.

“Well,um,Ijustwantedtotellyou,”shemurmured,lookingdown,notmeetingmyeyes,“that,

wellI’mavirgin,”shefinishedinarush.

Andmycockjumpedthen,sohardandhotthatthebrunettelookedupimmediately,shocked,eyes

wide.Becauseitwassoarousingtofindoutthatmyteenbabysitterhadneverbeentouched.Holyshit,a
manhadneverplumbedthosesweetdepths,nevercaressedherinside,nevertastedthatpussy?Thiswas
likeThanksgiving,Christmasandmybirthdayallrolledintoone.

“Baby,”Igrowled,notdaringtomove,barelyevenbreathing.“Howisthatpossible?Howis

thatfuckingpossible?”

Andthebrunetteflushedagain.

“I-IguessIneverfoundsomeoneIwantedtobewith,”shemurmuredhesitantly.“You’remyfirst,

Mr.Parker.”

Andfuck,butIcouldholdbacknolonger.Thepantiesandbraweretornoff,rippedtoshreds,my

bigbodycoveringhers,thosevoluptuouscurvesmashedagainstmyhardness.Holyshitmydickwas
literallyvibratingwitharousalIwassoturnedon,thetipleakingwetly,drippingmalelust.

“Baby,that’smusictomyears,Ineverdreamedyou’dbeuntouched,”Igrowledagainsther

mouth,lovingherlipswithmine.“Andfuck,itonlymakesmewantyoumore,makesmewanttotakeyou

rightnow.Feelthat,honey?”Iasked,grindingmyhipsagainsther.“Feelthat?That’showmuchIwant
thatsweetpussy.”

AndthegirlthrewherheadbackandmoanedasIranmydickupanddownherpelvicbone,

rubbingupagainstthatswollencuntwithmyhardmember.Ohshit,ohshit,ifIwasn’tcarefulsomecum
wasgonnafinditswayintoher,Iwasgonnaimpregnateafertileeighteenyear-old.

Andthat’swhenMandysurprisedmeagain.Becauseshereachedbetweenourbodiesandtook

myfuckrodinherhandagain,thatsmallpalmfistingmycock.Holyshit,thebrunetteknewexactlyhowto
workmealready,usingmypolelikealever,theultimatejoystick.I’ddowhatevershewantedsolongas
herfingerswereonmyshaft,I’dbeherfuckslave,hertoyboy,anythingatall.

“Soyou’renotangry?”shesaidshyly,stillunabletocompletelymeetmyeyesdespitethefactthat

malebodypartswerepressedagainstfemalebodyparts,notaninchofdaylighttobeseen.

AndIgrowled.

“Fuckno,thisisthebestgiftyoucouldgiveme,baby,Ifuckin’loveit.”

Andshelookedatmequestioninglyoncemore,bigbrowneyesmeltyandwarm.

“Well,maybeyoucoulddosomethingformethen,”shesaidtentatively,lickinglightlyatherpink

lips.Iwasfastlosingpatience,butforcedmyselftolisten.Thiswasavirginandshedeservedrespect.

“Whatisit?”Igroundout,dickjerkingagain.“Tellme.”

AndMandybitherlipbeforemeetingmyeyes.

“Mr.Parker,wouldyougoinbare?”shewhispered.“Iwanttofeelyouinme,justyou,nothing

separatingus.”

Andohgod,butasmallburstofpre-cumsquirtedagainstherlowerbellyatthosewords,mydick

lettinggoforamoment.Thebrunettegaspedatthewarmwetness,lookingdownshocked,butIdidn’tlet
herbackaway.Instead,Ipulledhercloser,ourforeheadsalmosttouchingnow.

“Baby,areyousure?”Irasped.“Areyouonthepill?IUD?Anything?”

Andsheshookherheadslowly.

“No,InevergotonanythingbecauseI’mavirgin,”shesaidtruthfully.“Ididn’tthinkIneededit.”

AndIgroanedbecauseshit,wasIactuallycontemplatingcominginafertileeighteenyear-old’s

sweetcunt?Spewingmyspermintothatripecavern,lettingherfeelhotjuicedeepinside?

AndyeahIwas,becauseIwantedit.I’musuallycarefulasallgetoutwithwomen,paranoid

becauseyouneverknowwhenafemaleisgonnagopostal,makeyouababydaddyagainstyourwill.But
allthatwasirrelevantbecausethesituationwassodifferent.MandyhadlookedrightwithViolet,likea
mothergoddesstakingcareofmychild,dotingonhercharge,pullingatmyheartstrings.Andfuck,butI
wantedtoseethosecurvesswellwithmyseed,bloomwithmybaby.

SoIpulledback,lookingintohereyes,bluegazeblazing.

“Honey,yougottabesure,”Igroundoutroughly.“Becauseyou’reafertileeighteenyear-oldand

onceIstartcoming,I’mnotgonnastop.”

Sheexhaled,breastsrising,pressedagainstmychest.

“Whatdoyoumean,Mr.Parker?”shewhispered.“Whatdoyoumean,‘you’renotgonnastop’?I

wouldneverexpectyoutostopinthemiddleof…youknow,”shesaidshyly,blushingbeautifullyagain.

AndIgrowleddeeply,possessivelyinmychest.ThebrunettethoughtIwasreferringtopulling

out,whippingoutmydickwhenthespermstartedtospurt,butnaw,I’dneverdothattomyself,it’slike
kickingyourselfintheballs,lashingyourselfwithawhip.

SoIwasspecific.

“WhatitmeansisthatifIfuckyoubaretonight,I’mnevergonnastop,”Isaidroughly.“Every

timewefuck,it’sgonnabebareback,I’llbeinyounocondom,nodiaphragms,noneofthatshit,never.”

Andthebrunettegaspedthen,eyesgoingwide.

“Never?”shewhispered.IfIwasn’twrong,therewasalookoftitillation,hungeranddesire

mixedtogetherinthosecarameldepths.

“Never,”Igrowledagain,confirmingmytake-no-prisonersstance.“Barebackeverysingletime,

everytimethatsweetpussyiswrappedaroundmycock.”

Andthegirlmeltedthen.

“Yes,Mr.Parker,”shemurmuredagainstmylips.“Yes,that’sexactlywhatIwant.”

Allrestraintwaslostthen,mycockjerkinguncontrollably.Iturnedintoafuckingmaniac,my

abilitytothinkgone,guidedonlybymysheerwantforthisgirl,theincredibleneedtotake.Becausea
virginhadjustgivenmepermissiontoownher,toshootmyhotcumintothatfertilebody,andfuck,oh
fuckIwantedto.TherewasnoonemorerightthanMandy,thisgiving,gorgeous,fuckabledoll.

“Getup,”Icommanded,backingawayfromher.

Sheblinkedatmewithconfusion.

“Wha-?”shemurmured,shiveringalittlenowthatmybodyheatwasgone.Iguessthebrunette

thoughtIwasgonnaramitintoherjustlikethat,nopreparation,nomoreforeplay.Butthatwasnowayto
startoffourrelationshipbecauseIlikemygirlstoknowwho’sboss,andthiswastheperfecttimefor
somediscipline.

“Mr.Parker?”shemurmuredagain,thosehugetitsswaying.ButIbackedoff,kneelingonthebed.

“Youheardme,”Irumbled,eyesburningupthatsweetfigure,thatgenerousfleshondisplay.

“Up.”

Andslowly,Mandyraisedherself,kneelingonthebedsothatshefacedme,sittingwithherasson

herheels.Igrowledapprovingly.Godthoseboobsweresolush,suchperfectovoids,itwasstrugglenot
toburymyfaceinthemrightnow,nottosuckahugetitintomymouthwhilecaressingthatsweet,hotslit.

Butright,discipline.Thegirl’ssilkycorehadtowaitforthemoment.

“Spreadyourknees,”Irasped,eyesfocusedonherpinkcenter.

Andslowly,shedidastold,inchingherkneesapart,eachcentimeterrevealingmoreofhercore,

plushlabiacomingintoview.

“That’sright,”Iencouraged,voiceraspywithlust.“Keepgoing.”

Andthegirltookanotherdeepbreath,partingherlegsuntilhercuntwastotallyrevealed,lips

glisteningwithdesire,shittherewasevencreamsmearedonherthighs.AsIwatchedasmalldrip
formedonthosepussylips,growingbiggeruntilitdroppedoffherlabia,asmallropeofgoowettingthe
bedspread.Mycockjumped,pre-cumspurtingandIfuckinghadtotakeahugebreaththen,pinchmy
dicktipsoasnottocome.Mandywassobeautiful,soarousing,sofuckingdesirablethatIwaslosing
controlmuchfasterthanIthought.

“That’sright,”Imutteredhoarsely.“Nowhandsbehindyourback,pushthosetittiesout.”

Andobediently,thebrunettedidastold.Shelockedhersmallfistsbehindherlowerbackandoh

god,thoseboobsroseliketheprowofashipbreachingatide,risingintotheairlikegiantwhiteorbs
surfacingfromthewater.Ohfuck,ohfuck,mydickjerkedagain,pre-cumjettingoutontothecoverlet,
thisthingwasgonnahavetobelaunderedstat.

AndMandygasped,eyesfixedonthetell-talewetspotundermycock,transfixedasmypenis

trailedmalewhite.

“Mr.Parker,”shemurmured.“Isittime?I’mready,”shebreathed.

Isnappedbacktomysenses.

“That’srightbabygirl,”Igrowled.“It’stimebecauseI’mgonnatouchyounowandyou’renot

gonnamoveuntilIsay.”

Thebrunettegaspedagain,eyeswide.Icouldswearhercuntgushedmoreaswell,butitwastoo

latetostop,waypastthepointofnoreturn.

“Holdstill,baby,”Irumbled,cominginclose.“Holdstill.”

Becausewiththat,Ireachedbetweenthosesweetthighsandranafingerlightlyoverherwet

folds.Ohfuck,shewasmorethanwet,shewasfuckingdrenched.Mydigitcameawaycoatedinwhite
andshit,itwassoaromatic,soheadythatIwantedmore.Ireachedbackintohercunt,thistimeletting
herfoldsclosearoundtwofingers,touchingthelittleholewheremydickwouldgobeforepinchingher
labia,rubbingupanddownalongthatpuffyflesh.Shesquirmedandsquealed,eyesshuttight,facelifted
totheceiling,thatperfectprofileondisplay.

“Please,Mr.Parker,please,”shebegged,breathingragged,hipstremblingabit,wetflesh

quivering.

ButIwasanalphaandwasn’tgivinganinch.

“Don’tmove,”Iwarnedroughly,myvoicealowgrowl.“Don’tfuckingmove,”Ihissed.

Andthebrunette’seyessnappedopenthen,breathygaspcrescendoingintoahigh-pitchedwhine

ofpleasure,ofdesire.

“Mr.Pa-Parker,”shestutteredslightly.“Ohgod,ohgod!”

BecauseIwaspinchingherclitnow,rubbingthatsmallpleasurecenterbetweentheroughpadsof

myfingers,givingitagoodmassage.Andherhipsjerkedinvoluntarily,pussygushingheavily,ahotgust
offemalecreamspillingintomypalm.

“Nuh-uh,”Iwarnedagain,myvoiceadeepgrowl.“Nomoving,baby,don’tfuckingmove,”I

rasped.

Andhereyessqueezedtightagaininconcentration,breastsheavingwitheachlaboredinhaleas

thebrunettestrugglednottobudge.

“Ohhhh!”wasallshecouldmanageasmyfingersslippedwithinherfolds.“Ohhhh!”

Andshit,butitwastimetodoubledownbecauseI’madirtybastardandfuckingwomenismy

thing,makingthemcreamandgush,givingthemthetimeoftheirlives.Sopullingmyhandaway,Igoton
mybackandscootedmyselfbetweenherthighs,pushingmyheaduntilitwasrightunderhercunt,those
steamyfoldsjustinchesfrommymouth.

“Fuckbaby,”Igrowledintoherfolds.“You’resofuckingbeautiful.”

Becauseitwastrue.I’veseenmorethanmyfairshareofcuntandonascaleofonetoten,Mandy

wastwelve.Shewasperfectlysymmetrical,withnoneofthosegrossflappingpartsthatsomechicks
have.Andhersmell,itwastheheadyscentofafemaleinheat,tangy,musky,noneofthatgarbageshit
thatemanatesfromawomanwhodoesn’tcleandownthere.Yeah,likeIsaid,I’veseenitall,I’vebeen
withalotoftramps.

ButMandywasnoneofthat,shewasfuckingperfect.Herlipswereperfectlyproportioned,

swollenwithnaryahair,andohfuck,butpulledapartIcouldseestraightupthatdeeppinkchannel,the
wallsglisteningandpulsing.Fuck,Icouldseeallthewayupherinsides,femalesteamblowingontomy
face,muskyandspicy,totallyappetizing.

AndIdidn’thesitate.Iflattenedmytongueandranituponelabiaslowly,andthentheother,

savoringhervaginaltaste.

“Ohhh!”shescreamedaboveme,hipsjerkinginvoluntarily.“OH!”

Istoppedforamoment.

“Littlegirl,”Iwarned.“Nomoving.”

AndalthoughIcouldn’tsee,Ifelthernodding,breastsbobbing.

“YesDaddy,”shewhispered.AndIgrinnedthen.LikeIsaid,I’masickmotherfuckerand

hearinghersay“Daddy”wassuchafuckingturn-on,andIhadn’tevenhadtoteachher.Soasareward,I
lickedthatsweetpussyagain.

“Mmm,”Igruntedintoherfolds,runningmytongueoverherouterlabia,savoringtheirplushfeel.

“HoldstillbecauseI’mgonnatastesomething.”

Therewasnosoundexceptheavybreathingmixedwithmutedgaspsandsighs.Soreachingup,I

pulledthosebeautifullipsapartagain,andtookadeepbreath.BecauseshehadsomethingIwantedto
taste,somethingonlyavirgincouldgive,andwithabsolutelyzerohesitation,Iplungedmytongueupher
hole,pushingthatmuscledeepinside,andfuck,fuck,butIfeltit.Itwasthere,whatI’dcometofind,and
ohfuck,itwasreal.Herhymen.I’djustlickedMandy’shymen,thatquivering,sensitivepieceoftissue
wasminetotaste,tobreak,toown.

Andasshesquealedaboveme,pussyvibratinghard,Ipushedmytongueintoheragain,thistime

flickingitlightlyagainstthesensitivetissue,tracingcirclesonit,lappingatitoverandover.Warm
juicesgushed,themostaromaticnectarI’devertasted,drippingdownmythroatlikethesweetesthoney.
AndIsmiledoncemoreintoherfolds.

“Feelthatbaby?”Imurmured,goinginforanotherlick.“Feelthatvirginity?Thatbelongsto

me,”Igroundout.

Mandysquealedagain,hercurvyformjigglingwithlust,haunchesbreakingoutintoalightsheen

ofsweatasshestrugglednottomovefromthekneelingposition,handslockedbehindherbackstill.

“PleaseDaddy,”shewhimperedagain.“Please,please,please.”

AndItookpityfinally.

“Goforitbaby,”Ihuskedagainstherfolds,openingmymouthforhernectar.“Comeonmyface.

Comenow.”

Andwiththat,thegirlletgo.Shethrewherheadbackandscreamedfull-on,breastsbouncingup

anddownasherbodywaswrackedwithspasms,eachonerippingthroughhercuntbeforespreadingto
herfingersandtoes,makingherquiverallover.Shejerkedlikeamarionetteonstrings,joltingforward
topropherselfonherhandsasherpussygroundintomyface,mashingupagainstmynoseandlips.

“Ohohoh!”shecried,eachsyllablepunctuatedbyajerkofherpussy,anotherwetsquirtof

femalecream.“Ohfuuuuuck!”

AndIwasready,mouthopen,tonguequestingasIswallowedmouthfulaftermouthfulofsweet

ambrosia.Ohfuck,feelingawomancomeonmyfaceisoneofthebestthingsinlife,oneofthetopten
delightsandwithawomanassweet,assensuousasMandy,itwasevenbetter,likeafuckingtruck
runningfull-onintoatrain,bothpowerfulmachinescolliding,explodingintoaballofflame.

“Fuckfuckfuck!”shescreamedaboveme,thatdirtylittlemouthstillgoing.Shit,Iloveditnasty

andgroanedmyapprovalintohercunt,stilldrinkingcream.

“That’sright,talkdirtytomebabygirl,talkdirty,”Irasped.“Letitallout,allyourinhibitions.”

Andshesquirtedagain,hard,pussyclenchingonmyfacebeforecollapsingonme,herface

pressedagainstmyabsasItonguedhercuntalittlemore,lappingatthequiveringflesh,sweetcreamstill
flowinglikeariver.

“Mmmm,”shemoaned,panting,eyesclosed,heavingflanksgleamingwithasheenofsweat.

“Mmmm,Pete.”

AndIchuckleddeepinmychest.Fuckwewerepracticallyinasixty-nine,allshehadtodowas

stretchforwardacoupleincheswiththatpoutymouthandmydickwouldberightthere.Butthebrunette
cametohersensesabit,inhalingdeep,mytonguestilllightlylappingthatwetpussyasshedescended
fromheaven.

“Ohhh,thatfeelsgood,”shemurmuredthroatily,clitquiveringasshemovedherhipsalittle,

involuntarilycirclingthem.

AndIchuckledagain.

“Youthink?”Igroundout,stilllicking.“There’smorewhereitcamefrom,”Iassured.

Butsheliftedherselfontoherelbowsthen,lookingdownatme,eyesstillstunned,bodystill

runningwiththeaftershocksofdesire.

“ButPete,”shemurmuredthroatily,“Youdidn’t…”

“Ididn’tcome?”Ifinishedhelpfully.

Andshenodded,blushing,thosepinkcheeksflaringwithcolor.Igrowledlowinmychest.Fuck,

thebrunettewassobeautiful,soarousing,andyetshy.Really?Thegirlhadjustcomeonmyface,letme
tasteherhymen,andIwasevenatthismomentlappingathercuntlazily.Stillshy,really?

ButMandynodded,duckingherheadanditwassoadorable.

“Iwantyoutocometoo,”shemurmuredthroatily,“Iwantyoutocome,youknow…theregular

way.”

AndIgrinned.BecauseIknewwhatshewassaying.Mandywanteddickintwat,wantedmeto

fuckherdeep,ballstothewall,andyouknowwhat?Iwasonlytoohappytooblige.

Solickingthatpussyoncemore,givingitadeep,sensuouscaresswithmytongue,Iblewhardon

herclitasshesquirmedandwiggled,moaningslightly.

“Yougotit,babygirl,”Irumbled,lookingdeepintohereyes,seizingthatcaramelgaze.“Your

wishismycommand.”

Andwiththat,Ipulledoutfromunderherandheldthatcurvyformclosetome,inhalingherbreath

inadeepkiss,aliplockthatspokevolumesbecausethiswasmorethanafuck,itwasmorethanaquick
flyby.IownedMandy…andwhetherornotthegirlknewityet,mydickinherbodywasjustthefirst
step.

CHAPTERNINE

Mandy

Itwasabsolutelyamazing.EverythingthathappenedbetweenMr.ParkerandIwasabsolutely,

unbelievablyamazing.BecauseI’vereadthedirtybooks,Ireadandre-readFiftyShadesofGrey,butoh
god,livingitinreallifewasnocomparison.

Becausehewassocommanding,soalpha,sodominant,knowingexactlyhowtopushmybuttons,

wheretotouch,wheretocaress,playingmybodylikeaviolinuntilIwassingingwithdesire,literally
humming,mystringsstretchedsotight,readytobreak.

Andtheybrokeonlywhenhesaidso.Ohyeah,whenhesaid“now,”Ijumped,curvyform

shatteringwithorgasm,visiongoingblackandthenwhite,pussysohungry,mashedagainsthisfaceasI
came,IthoughtImightsuffocatehim,he’ddiefromlackofoxygen.

Butno,Peterodemyorgasmlikeaprosurferonanamazingwave,skillful,adept,neverstopping

histongue,caressingmeaseachshiverwrackedmybody,makingmescreamandshout.

“OhMr.Parker!”Igasped.“Ohgod!”

Andherumbledapprovinglyfrombeneathmyfolds.

“Keepgoingbabygirl,rideit,rideit,”hecommanded,andIdid.Myboobsheavedandjumped

asorgasmtorethroughme,everysinglecellalivewithsensation,pussyclampingsohardIcouldhear
snappingsounds,wetsuckingnoisesasitheaveddesperately.

Butthatwastheproblem.Nowthatmyorgasmwasdone,bodyflushedandsated,mycunt

shiveredagainreflexively,remindingmethatitwasstillempty.BecauseIwantedthis.Iwantedtocome
downfromahighwithadickburieddeepinmybody,feelingthatfullness,feelingthatdeepstretch,and
rightnow,Ionlyhadanemptyhole.

“Iwantit,Mr.Parker,”Imurmured,meetinghiseyesagain.“Iwantitinme.”

Andhisbluegazeflaredwithheat.

“You’llgetit,”hepromised.“Upsy-daisybabygirl.”

Andobediently,Icrawledoffhim,gettingontomyhandsandknees.

Helookedatmeeyebrowarched.

“Youwantitthatway?”hedrawled.“Doggystyleyourfirsttime?”

AndIflushed.

“No,umno,”Istuttered,“Ijustheardthatit’seasiestthiswaythefirsttime,thatyou’djustpush

in,hard,andit’dbedonewith.”

Thebigman’seyesgleamedashechuckedmeunderthechin.

“Idunnowho’sbeenfeedingyoutheselies,butthat’snothowIdoit,”hesaidsuavely,rumbling

deepinhisthroat,stillintotalcontrolalthoughhiscockpulsedhotly,wavingintheair.Ohgod,Icould
feelheatemanatingfromthatrod,myskinsizzledevenlookingatit,cuntgushing,Iwanteditsobadlyin

me.

SoIwentforit,pulledoutallthestops.

“PleaseDaddy,”Iwiggledmyassathim,whitecheeksjiggling,spreadingmykneesslightlyso

thathecouldseemyswollenslit.“Putitin,Daddy?”

Andthebigmangrowled,eyesgluedtomycunt.

“Nohoney,likeIsaid,that’snothowI’mdoingitthefirsttime,althoughyourpussyisbeautiful,”

heacknowledged,slowlystrokingafingerupanddownmyfolds.Myheaddropped,limplikeaflower
tooheavyforitsstalk,eyesclosingatthesensationsflowingfrommypussy.Ohgod,itfeltsogood,his
handwassogoodandIneededitsobadIliterallypushedmyhipsback,tryingtocatchhiminme.

Buthechuckled,pullingaway.

“Nobaby,”hescoldedagain.“Myway.”

Andwiththat,Peteleanedforward,helpingmeupsothatIwasonmyknees,backpressedtohis

chest.

“Nowbaby,”hecommanded,hiscockprobingmywethole,sweepingagainstthoseslickfolds.

“SitdownonDaddy’sfuckpolelikethegoodlittlegirlyouare.”

Andmyeyesflewopenthen.Impalemyselfonhim?No,itwasimpossible,Ineededhimtotake

meswiftandsure,tobustthroughthathymenwithafirmthrust.SoIshookmyheadandwhimpered,“No
Daddy,Ican’t,Ican’t.”

ButPeteheldmefirm,strokingmycurves,hischeststillhardagainstmyback.

“Littlegirlsdon’tsaynototheirdaddies,”headmonished,“andthislittlegirlisgonnabe

punishedifshedoesn’tdoasDaddyorders,”hewarned.

Thethoughtofpunishmentmademyentirebodygohot,theheatemanatingfrommypussin

waves.Punishment?Ohgod,withMr.Parker?Yes,Iwantedit.

Butthiswasn’tthetimetotestthelimits,sowithamewl,awhineandashudder,Iliftedmyhips

slightlyuntilhiscockwasatmyentranceoncemore,swollenfoldsstillthrobbing.Ipusheddownalittle,
kissinghisdicktipwithmyvag,lipsspreadinganinchtolethimin.

“That’sit,”hemurmuredencouraginglyinmyear,thevibrationsofhischestagainstmyback.

“Keepgoing,prettybaby.”

AndIsqueezedmyeyesshutandpushedmyhipsdownagain.

“OH!”Isquealed.“Ohoh!”

Becausethefeelofmypussystretching,takingdickforthefirsttimewassounexpected,sorude,

sotitillatingandyetsofuckinggood,thatIknewIhadtobedoingthisright.HefilledmeuntilIwasfull,
mademespreadandshiftinawaythatwasunexpected,thatonlyamancoulddotoawoman.

“Thattagirl,”hemurmuredintomyearagain.“Twoinchesin,stilleighttogo.”

Andmyeyesflewopenthen.Holysmokes,onlytwoinchessofar?ItfeltlikeIhadanentire

donginme,Iwassofilled,sofull,howcoulditonlybetwoinches?

Andthebigmanchuckledknowingly.

“That’srighthoney,”hemurmured.“Butyoucandoit,Iknowyoucan,you’reabiggirl.”

AndIwantedtopleasehimsobadly,wantedthatfuckrodinmesobadthatIsqueezedmyeyes

shutagainandtookadeepbreath,determinedtogoalltheway.Becausewiththenextshoveofmyhips,
itwasdone.Idrovemyselfdownonthatfuckpolehard,ballstomyasshole,andohgod,ohgod,but
therewasaburstingsensation,alanceofpainasIsankdown,pussyspreadunbelievablywide,
unbelievablyfuckedonthisgodofaman.

“Oh!”wasallIcouldmanage.“Oh!”

ButMr.Parkerwasonit.Hegrowledapprovinglyagainstmythroat,lettingoutsoothingrumbles,

amalecomfortinghisfemale.

“Youdidamazing,”heraspedreassuringly.“YoudideverythingexactlyrightandnowDaddy’s

gonnamakeyoufeelgood,arewardformybaby.”

Andhewasasgoodashisword.Withoutmovinganinch,onehandwentuptomybreast,toying

withanipple,squeezingandmassagingthesucculentfleshasanotherhanddippedbetweenmythighs,
partingmylabiaandfindingmynubwithin.

“Daddy’sgonnaplaywithyourclit,”heraspedintomyearagain.“Daddy’sgonnaplaywithhis

babyandthenfuckyousohard,sofasthoney,you’llneverforget.”

AndIwantedtoanswer,desperatelywantedtosaysomethingexceptIcouldn’tbecausemybreath

caughtinmythroatashisexperthandsmanipulatedmybody.Mypussywasonfire,theachebetweenmy
legsmakingmemoanandwrithe,mycuntembeddedonhisdick,andIwanteditsobad,Iwantedtobe
fuckedsobadthatIstartedfuckingmyselfonhiscock.

“That’sagoodgirl,”hemurmuredintomyearasthosemagicfingersdidtheirwork.“Fuck

yourselfonme,doityounastywhore.”

Andthewordsshouldhavemademesoangrybutinsteadtheyturnedmeon,bodylightingwith

fire.Becauseyeah,Iwashiswhore,Iwashiscuntslutandfuck,butIneededtobefucked,bad.SoI
humpedmyselfupanddownhisdick,justabitatfirst,squeezinghard,rockingasmypussyloosenedand
adjusted.Bynow,Pete’shandwasdoingadeeprubonmyclitanditwasexactlywhatwasneededto
takethestingaway,tomakemefuckhimthatmuchharder.

“PleaseMr.Parker,”Imoaned.“Please,please.”

Andhegrinnedagain,Icouldhearitinhisvoice.

“That’sright,”herumbledintomyear.“Fuckyourselfonmycock,showmewhatalittleslutyou

are,doituntilyoucomebaby,doit,doit.”

Andmaybeitwasbecauseitwasmyfirsttime,maybeitwashiswords,hisfingers,hisfuckpole,

I’mnotsure,butIcamelikeabarrelingtrainthen,shriekingatthetopofmylungs,mycuntclamping
downhardonhisdickagainandagainasIlostit.

“OhMr.Parker!”Icriedout,lostinthethroesofecstasy,breastsbobblingasmybodywas

wrackedwithspasms.“Ohfuckohfuck!”

AndasIrodethecrestofsensations,asthetidalwavecamecrashingovermybody,astonishingly

thebigmancametoo,mypussymilkinghimwithitsclenchingspasms,drinkinghiscumashespurted
lashafterlashofhotwhiteupmyinsides.

“Ohfuckbaby,”hegruntedinmyear,hispenishammeringmypussyasthepoleexploded,“Oh

fuckfuckfuck.”

Anditonlymademecomeharder,feelingthathotwhitesplashagainstmycervix,feelingaman’s

virilejuicesfillmeforthefirsttime.

“Yes!”Iscreamed.“Yes!”

Itwasaneverendingloopbecausewewerelockedinacircuit,eachofmycries,eachofhis

grunts,drivingtheothertohigherheightsuntilwebothpositivelyshattered.

“Ummmmph!”heroared,fuckingdeepintome,cockspurtinglikeageyser.“Fuuuuck!”

AndwiththatIcollapsedinhisarms,keelingoverabit,pussystillembeddedonhisdick.Oh

god,ohgod,whathadjusthappened?Ishookwithtremors,headspinning,everysenseenhancedasthe
bigmanpulledmyhipsevencloser,buryingthatpoleasdeepasitwouldgo.

Andfinallywebegantodrifttoearthaftertheamazingecstasy,tobreatheinsteadofshatter,to

savorthecloseness,theincredibleintimacyofwhathadjusthappened.Igiggled,wigglingmyhipsa
little.

“Youfeelgoodinme,”Imurmured,turningslightlytokisshim,ourlipslockedinadeep

embrace.“Youstillfeelhard.”

Andthebigmanpulledbackforamoment,gazingintomyeyes,thoseblueeyesgleaming.

“Ifyou’renotcarefullittlegirl,Iwillbehardinasecandyou’regonnahavetotakeitagain.”

Ionlygiggled.

“Icandoit,Daddy,”Ipurred.“I’msureIcan.”

Andthegleamdeepenedinhiseyes.

“Yousureaboutthat?”herumbled,grindinghisdickintomywetfolds.Igasped,eyesgoingwide

becauseitfeltamazing,yeah,butIwassore,therewerepartsofmethathadneverbeentouchedthatwere
nowstretchedaroundhim,filledtothebrim,andMr.Parkerknew.

“LikeIsaid,”hemurmuredagain,kissingmedeeply.“Yousureaboutthat?”

AndIsighed.Iwantedthealphamalesobadly,cravedhisembrace,hisbody,hismind,hisheart,

hiseverything,andyes…Iwoulddoanythingtogetit.Solookingintohiseyesoncemore,Inodded.

“Yes,”Ipurred.“Domeagain,Pete,now,letmetastethatbigdickagain.”

Andwiththat,allbetswereoff.Becauseyouknowwhat?IamMr.Parker’sfuckdoll,andwill

beforaslongashewantsme.

CHAPTERTEN

Mandy

Twoweekslater…

Eventhoughwe’vebeenlovinglikemad,it’dbewrongtosaythatit’sonlyaboutthephysical

becausethere’stheemotionaltoo.There’ssomethingbetweenPeteandI,edgingin,overcomingbothour
senses,bondingusclose.Ithappenedslowlybutsurely,sometimeslikeawarmsensationseepinginto
ourrelationship,butsometimesalsolikeacannonshootingforward,launchingusintothefuture.

BecauseI’mnowspendingeverydayatMr.Parker’smansion,babysittingVioletwhilealso

playingwithherdad,mybodyalert,onfire,eachtimehelooksatme,eachtimehetouchesme.My
parentsknownothingofcourse,theythinkI’masaintforhelpingasingledadgetthroughatoughtime,
fillinginwhilehesearchedforananny.

AndwhileIlovebeingwithMr.Parker,thisparticularnightIwasexhaustedandtiredfrom

singingthesamesongsoverandover,rockingthebabyinmyarmsuntiltheywerelikelead.ButIloved
Violettoomuchtosayno,absolutelyadoredthelittlegirl,anditseemedmymaternalinstinctsturnedPete
on,hisblueeyesalert,trailingmyformasIsatmyselfontoastoolinthekitchen.

“Everythingokay?”herumbledlowinhischest.

Inodded.

“You’resoluckytohaveababylikeViolet,”Ismiledwhilesippingattheteahepushedtowards

me.Ooh,itwasextrahot,justthewayIlikeit.“She’samazing,justsospecial.”

Pete’seyesflaredthen,buthedidn’tsayanythingforamomentbeforeclearinghisthroatslightly.

“Youeverthinkabouthavingyourown?”heaskednonchalantly,expressioncuriouslyguarded.

AndIsigheddeeply.BecauseMr.Parkerwastouchingononeofmysorespots,anareathatIwas

sureaboutbutatthesametime,alsoconfused.Becauseyes,IdesperatelywantedchildrenbutIwastoo
youngright?Eighteenistooyoungtobeamom,right?

SoIsmiledathim,determinednottosayanything,buthisblueeyesweresowarm,soinviting,

thatIletitallout,rightthereathiskitchentable.Idon’tknowwhatwaswrongwithme,maybeitwas
theamazingsexwe’vebeenhaving,maybeit’sbecausehe’smyfirst,ormaybeit’sjustthatit’shim.ButI
feltsafe,Ifeltfinewithlettingoutoneofmydeepestsecrets.

“Yes,”Isaidslowly,firmly,“Iabsolutelywantkids,andI’mhoping…thesoonerthebetter,”I

rushed.

Hequirkedaneyebrowatme.

“Well,what’sstoppingyouthen?”herumbled,voicelow.Icouldtellhewastryingtoseem

casual,buthisbodywastoostill,asifwaitingonmyeveryword.

“Well,youknow,”Isighed.“I’mtooyoung.”

Hepausedagain.

“Inwhatsense?”hesaidsmoothly,faceexpressionless.

AndIjustsighed,hunchingovermymugoftea.

“Wellyouknow,I’msupposedtogotocollege,bethisgoodstudent,andthenthere’sgradschool

afterthat,andthenmycareer…”Isaid,voicetrailingoff.“It’sgoingtotakeyears,”Isaidruefully.
“I’mbarelyatrungoneofthisgiantladderthatgoesintothesky,it’sgoingtotakeforevertoclimb.”

Mr.Parkerwassilentagain.

“Wellyouhavetime,”hesaidslowly,thoughtfully.“You’reonlyeighteenbaby,you’vegotplenty

ofyearsaheadofyou.Ifyouwantkids,you’llmakeithappen,Iknowyouwill.”

Inodded.

“IknowI’llhavekids,”Iagreed,noddingmyhead,bitingmylip.“Butthethingsis,accordingto

mycareertrajectoryit’snotsupposedtohappenuntilI’minmythirties,orlatetwentiesattheearliest,”I
said,lipspullingintoatwist.“Imean,withallthatIhavetogetdone,alltheschool,thestudying,the
exams,theinternships,twenty-nineisprobablytheearliestIcouldgetpregnant,andPete,that’seleven
yearsfromnow.”

Thebigmanwassilent,lookingatmecarefully.

“Well,we’renotexactlyplayingitsafebaby,”hesaidpointedly,“Wehaven’tbeenusinganything,

yousaidyouwanteditthatway.”

AndIflushed.I’dfelthisdickinmebaresomanytimesnowthatIcouldn’tpossiblyimagineit

anyotherway.SoInodded.

“Iknow,Mr.Parker,Iknow,Ithinkit’spartofmyrebellion,”Iwhispered,clutchingmycuptight

tomychest.“Ifeelliketheworldwantsmetobeoneway,butIwanttobeanother.”

Hecockedhisheadatme,blueeyesgleaming.

“Andwhatdoyouwantthen?”heasked,casual,smooth.“What’syourhearttellingyou?”

Isighedagain.

“Myheartandmybodyaretellingmetostop,togetoffthiscareertrain,”Isaidslowly,feeling

eachwordcomeoutofmymouth.Itwaslikeabetrayal,everythingmyparentstaughtmeflusheddown
thedrain.Butatthesametime,itwasarelieftofinallygetitoutthere.I’dbeengroomedsinceIwas
fivetobeahigh-poweredprofessionalwomanandtohearthatIdidn’twantit,thatitwasn’tme,was
curiouslyempowering.SoIlookedathim.

“Youhavetounderstand,”Istartedslowly.“Mymomanddadareworkingclassfolk,neitherof

themwenttocollege,soformetobeatEvergreenmakesthemsoproud,”Imanaged.“Gettingmyfour-
yearisahugethingforthem.”

Andhenoddedunderstandingly,thoughtful.SoIcontinued.

“Andmyparentsonlywantwhat’sbestforme,”Istartedagain.“They’resoproudofme,andthis

wholelawyerthing,Idon’tknow,IguessIsawanepisodeofLawandOrderwhenIwastwelveandit
justspiraledfromthere,”Ifinishedhelplessly.

“YousawanepisodeofLawandOrder,andthat’swhatsetyouonthispath?”herumbled,

eyebrowcocked.

AndInodded.

“Yeah,andmyparentsalwaysencouragedit,soitsnowballedintothisbighugething.Because

forthem,havingalawyerinthefamilywouldbetheultimatevalidation,theultimatesignthatthey
succeededinraisingme.SonowIfeellikeIhavetogetaJDandbecomethisbigfancyprofessional,
puttingonworkclotheseveryday,schleppingofftoacorporateoffice.”

Heinterruptedme.

“Andthat’swhatyouwant?”Mr.Parkerasked,hisvoicestillneutral.

AndIshookmyhead,frustratedthen.

“It’snot,”Iadmitted.“Imean,it’swhatIthoughtIwanted,foryearsIthoughtbeinga

professionalwasmything,butlately…Idunno,I’mjustnotsureanymore.”

Hepausedthen,thesilenceheavywithunspokenwords.

“You’reyounghoney,youcanalwayschangecourse.Noneedtobealawyer,youcouldbean

accountant.Haveyouthoughtaboutthat?”

AndIsnortedthen.“Areyoucrazy,Mr.Parker?Seriously,”Istuckmytongueoutathim,

“numbersmakemedizzy.HonestlymyeyescrosswhenIseeaspreadsheet,itblursbeforemyeyes.But
it’smorethanthat,”Iconfided,suddenlyseriousagain.“It’sgettingoffthisprofessionalcareertrack
altogether.Idon’twantit,ImeanIloveEvergreenbutIdon’tneedadegreefromtheschool,I’mfine
with…youknow,justbeingme,”Ibitmylip.

Peteleanedforwardthen,brushinghislipsagainstmine,makingmesigh,thealphamalesonear

andyetsofar.Buthewasn’tdoneyet.

“Ihearyou,Itotallygetit,”hegrowled.“Butwhatdidyouhaveinmindifyoudon’twantto

finishcollege?”

Andhearinghimsayitmadeitallthatmuchmorereal,myheartpumpingfastinmychest,the

bloodpoundingwithanewreality.

“Iwant…Iwanttobeamom,”Iadmitted.“LikeIsaid,waitinguntilmylatetwentiesorearly

thirtiesseemslikeforever,andIwanttodoitnow,”Ialmostwhispered.“Iwantababy,oreventwoor
three,Iwanttofeelmybodyswellwithnewlife,breastfeedanewborn,evenburpandcleantheirspit-
up.That’showmuchIwantit,”Iadmitted.

Thebigmanlookedatmesharply,blueeyesgleaming.

“Well,honey,wecandefinitelydothat,we’reonourwayevennow,”hesaidwithawrysmile.

“Butwhycan’tyouadmitittotheworld?”

Ibitmylipagain.

“Becauseit’snotwhatI’msupposedtowant,”Itriedagain.“Haven’tyouheardwhatI’vebeen

saying?I’vebeenraisedtowanttobealawyer,towanthighereducation,towantallthesethings,andI
dunno,it’shardyouknow?It’shardtobuckalifetimeofexpectations,throwitallintothetrash.”

Andthatwaswhenthealphamalethrewhisheadbackandroaredwithlaughter,hiseyeseven

tearingabit,mywordsweresofunny.

“What?”Iasked,pouting,mouthinafrown.“Whatisit?I’vejustrevealedmyinnerconflictto

you,it’snotthatfunnyyouknow,”Igrumped.“I’msorryit’ssohystericaltoyou.”

Andhejustwipedhiseyesslightly,therumblessubsidingintomerechuckles.

“I’msorrybaby,I’msorry,Ididn’tmeanit,”heapologized.“Iguessit’sjustthatIhaven’tcared

whatanyonethoughtinsolongthathearingitfromyouisrefreshing.Iguessthat’sthedifferencebetween
ateengirlandamatureman,”hesaidwryly.“Whenyougettomyage,youstopcaringwhatotherpeople
thinksomuch.”

Ipausedforamoment.

“Well,I’mnotexactlyyou,butbackwhenyouwereyoung,youweredifferentright?”Iasked.“I

mean,backthenyouwereinfluencedbyallsortsofpeople,yourparents,teachers,guidance
counselors…”myvoicetrailedoff.

Andnowitwashisturntoguffaw.

“Guidancecounselors?Fuckno,”hegrowled.“HoneyI’vebeenoutonmyownsinceIwas

sixteen,supportingmyself.YouthinkIhadtimeforfuckingguidancecounselors?Fuckno,morelikeI
washustlingforadime,makingdeals,raisingHell,”hegrowledagain.“Forme,it’salwaysbeenmy
way,whenIsayandwhenIwant,allthetime.”

AndIsighedagain.Thiswasamalespeaking,anadultmalewhowasrich,powerful,and

influential,andIwasnoneofthosethings,withnoneoftheconfidence.

“Butit’sdifferentforme,”Itriedagain.“I’magirl.”

Heclaspedmyhandthen,squarefingerswarmaroundmine,swallowingmysmallpalminhisbig

grasp.

“Noit’snot,”hesaidroughly,staringintomyeyes,thatbluegazemeetingmine.“Mandy,you

knowwhatyouwantandIjustheardyousayitarticulately,withwarmthandconviction.Yeah,maybe
havingkidsateighteenisn’twhatyouwereraisedtowant,butitdoesn’tmeanyou’rewrong.Hell,Iwish
Ihadkidsyounger,”hesnorted.

Isatbackthen,dumbfounded.

“Youdo?”Iasked.“Butyou’renotold.”

Hegrinnedatmethen.

“Lovetohearyousaythathoney,”hesaidsmoothly,“butI’mfortyandViolet’sonlyfive.You

knowhowoldI’mgonnabewhenshe’stwenty-five?Sixty,baby,I’mgonnabeafuckingretireewhenmy
daughter’sayoungadult,I’mgonnabelivinginafuckingretirementhome.”

Igiggledthen.Retireesatemushypastaandapplesauce,totteringontheirwalkerswiththeir

underwearstickingoutoftheirpants,right?Icouldn’timaginePeteasthat,notevenclose.

“You’llbefine,”Igiggledagain.“You’realongwaysfromtheseniorcenter.”

Hesighedthen.

“You’rerighthoney,butIstillwishI’dhadkidsearlier,fortyisnotyoung,”hegroundout.“But,

youcanalwaysmakeupforyourmistakesandthat’swhatwe’redoingnow,”hesaidwithahungrylook

atme,eatingmeup.

“Iknow,”Iwhispered.“Becauseitfeelsrighttoyou,doesn’tit?Goingbareback?Youknow,

rollingthediceandall?”

Hegatheredmeupinhisarms.

“Honeyitfeelsmorethanright,”herumbledagainstmylips,givingmeadeepkiss.“Itfeels

fuckingperfectandyouknowthatwe’renotrollingthediceatall,”hepressedhisforeheadagainstmine,
seizingmygazewithhisown.“It’sgonnahappenforsure,you’regonnagetpregnant,it’sjustaquestion
ofwhen.You’reafertileteengirl,honey,I’manalphamalewho’salreadyprovenmyvirility,Ialready
haveachild.It’sgonnahappen.”

AndthethoughtofababywithPetemademyheadwhirlandmybodygrowheated.

“Doyoupromise?”Iwhisperedagain.“Doyoupromisemeababy?”

Andhegrowleddeepinhisthroat.

“Absolutely,”herumbled,claimingmylipsinanotherdeepkiss.“Iabsolutelypromise.And

whilewe’reatit…whydon’twetryagain?”

Ionlykissedhimdeeper,pressingmybreastsagainsthisbroadchestwithneed,withwant,my

pussyalreadygushing,beggingtofeelhisdickdeepinside,begginghimtoreleasethepromiseoflifeinto
mywarm,wetcavern.Becauseno,Ididn’tknowhowthingsweregonnaturnout,Iwasn’tsureexactly
whatwasaheadformeandMr.Parker.Butduringtoday’sconversation,somethinghadbrokenfree.I’d
spokenthewordsI’dbeentooafraidtosaybefore,tooscaredtoadmittoanyoneotherthanmyself.

Andoncespoken,it’dsoundedright.Ididn’twantmycurrentlife.Ididn’twanttoputonboring

clotheseverydayandschlepofftowork,acorporatedronedraggingmyfeet,hatingmyjob.Andyou
knowwhat?Itwasokay.Mr.Parker,hearingmyadmission,didn’tjudgemeforit,didn’tthinkIwasa
loserorungratefullittlegirlwhotookthingsforgranted.Whathedidwasvalidateme,assuremethat
whatIwantedwasmostimportantandnottobebrushedoff.Thiswasmylifeafterall,andIwastheone
whohadtoliveiteachandeveryday.Soitwasokaytoforgetaboutcollege,tocravemotherhood,and
hell,itwasn’tlikewewerebreakinganylaws.Iwaseighteen,incommandofmybodyandsoul,andifI
knewanythingitwasthis…Iwantedtobewiththisman,Iwantedtoexplorethefuturewithhim,andit
wasokay.InMr.Parker’sarms,Ifeltsafe,Ifeltcaredfor,andmostofall,Ifeltloved.

CHAPTERELEVEN

Pete

God,thewomanwassogooditwaslikeadreamcometrue.Literallyadreamcometrue.

BecauseI’dtossedandturnedlastnight,thinkingaboutMandy’ssweetbody,thatswollenpuss,andholy
shit,butitwashappeningnow,everythingwasactuallyhappening.

Becauseyeah,I’vebeenfuckingtheteenonaregularbasis.Imadeupsomebullshitabout

needingananny,andMandy’smovedintothebighousefortherestofwinterbreaktohelptakecareof
Violet.Wemadelikeshe’sanemergencystop-gap,someonetofillinuntilIcanfindapermanentnanny.
AndIguessherparentsareokaywithitbecauseMandy’sbeenworkingformyfamilyforyears,andhey,
itwasn’tlikeshe’shereforkeeps.Therewasstillcollegeandallthatshit,classeswouldstartsoon
enough.

Butit’snotaltogetherlieseither.Thebrunettedoeshelpmetakecareofmydaughter,Mandy’s

amazingwithViolet,treatingherlikeherown,listeningcarefullytothelittlegirl’sdemands,playing
endlessgames,makinghernutritiousfoodfromscratch.Itoldheritwasn’tnecessary,it’sfinetobuy
kiddiefoodfromthegrocerystore,butthebrunettewasadamant

“NoPete,”shesaidfirmly,handpressedontheblender,araucouswhirsoundinginthekitchenas

shemixedacombinationofavocado,banana,blueberries,yogurtandice.“Violetlikestherealstuffand
there’snoreasonnottoletherhaveit.IfweteachherthatfoodisMotherNature’sblessing,freshfrom
theEarth,organicandhealthy,she’llnevereatprocesseditems,Cheezy-DoodlesorStay-PuffMarshies,
whateverthatstuffis.”Hey,IlovedmyCheezy-DoodlesbutIadoredthebrunetteevenmoreforlooking
outformydaughter,forcaringsomuchaboutViolet’shealthandeatinghabits.

“Besides,”continuedMandy,pouringmeasmalltumbleroftheconcoction.“Tryit,it’sgood.”

Ipulledaface.I’mnotintogirliefoodslikesmoothiesanddefinitelynotthekindthatwaschock

fulloffruitandyogurt.Ilikethekindwithraweggsandproteinpowder,that’smoremystyle.Butthe
thickliquidwassogood,sounexpectedlytastythatIslurpeditdownappreciatively,almostbelching.

“Thatwastasty,babygirl,”Isaidlasciviously,lickingmylips.“Mmm,verygood,”Isaidagain,

eyeingherupanddown.

Andthelittlegirljustlaughedandslappedasmallpalmagainstmyhardchest.

“Ohyou!”shegiggled.“Stopmakinglikeit’s…youknow,whatIdrinkeverynight.”

Andtheheatrocketedfromthere.Becauseyeah,ImakesureMandygetsatasteofthegoodstuff,

amouthfulofmysemeneachevening,everytimewe’retogether.Doesn’thavetobeafull-ongustof
sperm,itcanbelappingpre-cum,tastingthegoodnessrightoffmydicktip,butyeah,Ilikeitwhenshe
swallows.

Andthebrunette’samazinglygood,amazinglyquicktolearn,it’shardtobelieveshewasavirgin

justtwoweeksago.I’mabletobendherintosomanypositions,andMandy’snever,everafraidtogo
whereIlead.

“Yousure?”Igrowledjusttheotherday,leaningforwardoverhersupineform.Thegirlwason

thebedwithherlegsspreadshowingthatpinkpussy,whichwasn’tunusualinandofitself.Butwhatwas

unusualwasthatIhadasetofben-waballsinhand,readyforinsertion.

Andsheletoutaquiveringsigh.

“Yes,Mr.Parker,Iwanttofeelit,”sheconfirmed,eyeslightingwithdesire,amixofcuriosity,

wonder,andsheerlust.“Putitinme,”shebreathed.

AndofcourseIobliged.Istuffedthatpussyfullwiththechimingballs,eatingupthosebreathy

cries,herinhaledgaspsuntilbothgoldenorbsdisappeared,herpussylipsclosingaroundtheintruders,
shuttingwetly,swollenanddripping.

“That’srightbaby,”IraspedasIcaressedhernetherlips.“They’reinallthewaynow,andall

youhavetodoisbeyou,goaroundlikenormal.”Holyshit,howshewasgoingtosurviveIhadnoidea,
Iwouldn’tlastevenfiveminutes.

Andshemoaned,eyesfluttering,unabletospeak.Thesensationwasfan-fucking-tastic,thehuge

ballsmassagingherinnerchannelwhenevershedidanythinglikebreathe,talk,orbendover.Butitwas
finebecauseifthingsgottoooutofcontrol,ifherpussystartedcontractinginvoluntarily,overtakenwith
sensation,I’dbeonlytoohappytostepin.Afterall,thegirlworkedforme,hereinmyhouse24/7,and
anytimeofthedayornightI’donlybetoohappytopullthemout,tofuckmydickintothatwetcavern
instead,fillherupwithmysperm,thestuffoflife.

AndIwanthertotakeit.Iwanthertosavormysperm,forittotakeholdinher,makeherbloom,

growlargewithachild.Infact,she’salreadyadmittedittome.Thiswholecollegething?It’s
somethingherparentsinstilledinher,somethingshe’sbeengroomedtowantsincebirth.Butthethingis
thatchildrenaren’tyourclones.Youcan’tmakethemwantsomethingtheyinherentlydon’twant,so
Mandyadmittingthatthiswholeschoolthingwasn’therthingwasarelief,thattastingmysemen,maybe
growinglargewithpregnancy,wasmuchmoreupheralley.

Soyeah,we’vesettledintoarhythm,andit’slikethegirl’salwaysbeenapartofme.Wesleepin

thesamebed,wefuckallthetime,weeatbreakfasttogether,andshit,Iworkfromhome,soIlockmyself
inthestudyforafewhoursbeforereappearingforlunchwithmygirls.AndduringViolet’safternoon
nap,mybestgirlandIexploreoneanotheragain,havesomenaughtyfunwhilemydaughter’ssleeping,
andthenthere’sdinnerandbedtime,andohshit,morefireworks.Soit’sbeendownrightamazing,I’ve
neverbeensohappy,sosatisfied,sosatedlivingwiththebrunette,talkingwithher,exploringher
interests,lettinggoofmyreservations,andreallyopeningupforthefirsttime.It’sthefirsttimeI’vebeen
withawomanwho’sactuallyinterestedinwhatIdo,howIfeelaboutthings,withouttryingtousemeas
anATM.

“Yousurehoney?”Iaskedfrowning,handinghersomecash.“Takeit,it’sforwatchingViolet.”

AndMandysmiledatme,beautiful,amothergoddess.

“Pete,”shelaughed,“No,it’sokay.Youpayforeverything,Iliterallydon’tspendacentwhen

I’mhere.”

ButIshookmyhead.

“Nohoney,youdeservethis.You’rehereasananny,notasaslave,andnanniesgetpaid.Onthe

books,infact,”Isaid,takingbackthecash.“I’mgonnaputyouonthebookssothatyoucanhavea
retirementaccount,ahealthsavingsaccount,accesstoallthatgoodstuff.”

Andshecolored.

“Ohno,Pete,Icouldn’t,”shemurmured,lookingdown.“Imean,it’snotreallywork.I’mtaking

careofViolet,butyouknowIloveher,andbesides…we’rehavingsexontheside,”shewhispered,
cheeksflushing.Thatwastrue,weweregoingatitlikerabbitsnightandday,butthathadnothingtodo
withit.Thebrunettedeservedeverycent,hadearneditall.

“Itdoesn’tmatter,”Isaidfirmly.“Doesn’tmatterbecauseyou’redoingajob,andyouneedtobe

paidlikeaprofessional.Justgivemeyourdirectdepositinformation,”Icommanded,“andI’llsetup
regulartransferssoyouhaveabi-weeklysalarylikearealemployee.”

Andsighing,Mandygavein,providingmewithherroutingnumberandbankaddress.Buttwo

weekslater,whenthecashlandedwithathunkinheraccount,thebrunetteconfrontedme.

“WhatisthisPete?”shesaidslowly,fingerstremblingontheaccountstatement,barelyableto

gripthethinpaper.“Fiftythousanddollars?Forbeingananny?Whatisthis?”

Iwasnonchalant,leaningbackinmychair.

“Yoursalary,”Isaidsmoothly.“Whatelse?”

Apause.

“Butfiftythousand?”sheaskedagainindisbelief.“Fortwoweeks?Oristhatfortheentire

winterbreak?It’swaytoomuch,Pete,you’retoogenerousandIcan’ttakeit.”

Ileanedbackoncemore.

“Nohoney,it’syoursforajobwelldone,”Isaidsilkily.“Andyes,it’sfortwoweeksonly.In

anothertwoweeks,you’llgetanotherfiftythousand.”

Herjawdropped.

“No,Icouldn’tpossibly…”

ButInodded.

“Yes,andyouwill,”Irumbled.“You’reamazinghoney,you’retheonlypersonwhocanhandle

Violet…andhandleherfathertoo.”Anditwastrue,becausethiswomanwastheanswertoourdreams,
bothmydaughter’sandmine.Sheheldustogetherlikealittlefamily,herloveandwarmthandcaringso
tangibleitsurroundeduslikeasnugblanket,lettingusrelaxandsinkbackwithrelief,surethateverything
wasgoingtobeokay.Andmorethanthat,thewomanwasgoodforme.Iwasn’tsoorneryanymore,so
fuckingrudewitheveryoneandanyone,probablybecauseIwasgettinglaidregularly,hell,fourorfive
timesadayifIneededit,thegirl’sbodywarm,willingandopen,herpussywetandslippery,always
readyfordick.

Sofiftythousandwasnothing,fuckitwasn’tenough.Ishouldhavemadeitahundredthou,the

moneywasnothingtome,andthelittlegirlwasworthwaymorethanthat.

Butsuddenly,Mandy’seyesgrewgentle,hergazewarm.

“Ifyoulovemeandwantmetoacceptit,”shesaidsoftly,“thenyou’lljoinmeatmyparents’

housetomorrow.”

Ijoltedattheword“love”atfirst,unabletoprocesswhatshe’dsaid.Wasit…?Couldit…?

Mymindwhirredbecausethewordhadsoundedrightcomingfromherlips,it’dbeenoddlyfitting,like
she’dnaileditonthehead.ButIdidn’twanttotalkabout“love”or“relationships”rightnowbecause
therewassomethingmoreimportantonthetable,namelyherparents’ChristmasEvebrunch.SoIpushed
itoutofmymindforthetimebeing.Becauseyeah,we’dbeeninvited,bothofus,toherfolks’housefor
brunchonthetwenty-fourth,andIdidn’twanttogo,hemmingandhawing,makingexcuseslikemad.

“IneedtowatchViolet,”wasmyfirstone.Havingayoungchildisusuallyanimmediateout,you

cangetawaywithmurderwhenyousayyouhaveababy.“It’sanadultpartyandwecan’tbringViolet.”

ButMandywasprepared.

“Ialreadyfoundasitter,”shesaidimmediately.“ItwastoughbutMrs.Larsonfromdownthe

streetsaidshecancomeforacouplehoursonChristmasEve.We’repayinghertriple,butit’sokay
becauseit’simportantforyoutocomePete.”

Igroaned.Shit.

“Honey,JimandTrishdidn’treallyinviteme,theyinvitedyou,you’retheirdaughter.I’mjust

someonetheyfelttheyhadtoinvitebecauseyouworkforme,soit’snobigdealifIdon’tgo.”

ButMandyshookherheadstubbornly.

“No,it’snotapityinvitation,Peter,”shesaidfirmly.“JimandTrisharen’tlikethat,myparents

arereallynicepeopleandgenuinelywantyoutocome.You’veknowneachotherhowmanyyearsnow?
Ten?Fifteen?”

Andmyshouldersslumped.Thatwastrue,herfolkswereopen-hearted,kindandcaring,andI

hadknownthemalongtime.I’dlooklikeahermitifIdidn’tgo,theneighborhoodweirdoifIhungoutat
homebymyselfonChristmasEveinsteadofspreadingthecheer.Solettingoutahugeexhale,Igavein.

“Okay,”Igrowled,“butwe’renotstayinglongerthantwohoursmax.Nowaycanweleave

Violetthatlong.”

Andthebrunetteblewakissmyway.

“Iknewyou’ddotherightthing,”shepurred,“andtrustme,I’llhaveaspecialpresentforyou

whenwegetback.”

Mydickjerkedatthat,eventhethoughtofseeingandfeelingherbodyagainmakingmypulse

jump.Shit,IwasinMandyallthetimealready,overandoveragain,touching,taking,tasting,thegirl
wasadrugthatIcouldn’tgetenoughof,onethatmademegrowl,jerk,andspurtlikeahelplessman.
Whatthefuckhadhappenedtome?Iwasthealphawhowasalwaysincontrol,thedudeinthedriver’s
seat.Whatthefuckhadhappened?

Butthethingisitfeltoddlyright.ItfeltrighttobewithMandy,tomakeanappearanceather

parents’houseforChristmasbrunchlikearealdate,toshowthatIhonoredandlovedtheirdaughter.
Shit,itwasalmostliketheSmithsweremyin-laws,peopleIhadtomakenicewith.ButitmadeMandy
happy,andthatwasthat.Itmadehersmilethatspecialsmile,glowingwithalightwithin,soyeah,Iwas
goingtodoitbecauseIlovedseeingherhappy,I’ddoanythingforthebeautifulbrunette.

SoIgroanedoncemoreintothesilentoffice.Becauseyeah,PeteParkerwaswhipped,

completelywhipped,likeapuppybeggingforfoodfromitsmasterandinthiscasemymasterwas
Mandy.Sittingupstraightoncemore,Ipreppedmyself,givingmyselfamentaltalking-to.Thefoodatthe

brunchwouldbegood,yeah,buthowthefuckwasIgoingtolookintoJimandTrish’sbeaming,middle-
agedfaces?HowwasIgonnasurvive,actingnicewhenactuallyIwasboningtheirsweetlittledaughter,
givinghermydicktotasteeverycouplehours,neverlettingup?Howwouldtheyfeeliftheyknewthe
truth,whichwasthatIneverwantedtoletMandygo,collegebedamned?Holyfuck,butthiswasgonna
bethemostawkward,themostpainfulbrunchI’deverbeento.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Mandy

Whenthedooropenedatmyparents’place,IwassurprisedtoseeUncleTomstandingthere.

“Hiyabiggirl,”hesaidleaningforwardtokissmeonmycheek.Ohgross,Ihatedwhenrandom

malerelativesdidthat.Itwasn’tsobadwiththewomen,butsomeofmyoldermalerelativeswerereally
decrepitandaged,anindescribableodorcomingoffthem.Whatwasit?Themedicinetheytook?What
theyhadforbreakfast?AllIknewwasthatitsmelledbad,likerottinggarbage.

Andunfortunately,UncleTomwasoneoftheworst.Notonlywashegrossallaround,buthehad

creepertendenciestoo,andrighthereonmyparents’porch,hetouchedme

“Heyheyhey,biggirl,”hechuckledagain,grabbingmyass.“Gettingbiggereveryyear,huh?”

Iwasabouttosnapathimbutatthatverymoment,Petematerializednexttome,hishugeform

ominous,menacing,strongarmsfilledwithglitterypresents.

“Whatthefuck,”hegrunted.“Didthisolddudejusttouchyou?”heaskedwithdisbelief,that

masculinebodyhard,tensewithrepressedenergy.

SoItriedtomakenice.Ididn’twanttocauseasceneonChristmasEvebeforewe’devengone

in,soIpastedasmileatmyface,lookingbrightlyatbothmen.

“OhMr.Parker,thisismyUncleTom,UncleTom,Mr.Parker,”Irushedquickly.“Anditwas

nothing,”Iapologized.“UncleTomsayshilikethattoeveryone.”

Petewasn’tconvincedatall,helookedlikehewasreadytotossthegiftsonthegroundandsnap

UncleTomintwooverhisknee,butmyrelativeisprobablysixtyorsoandnomatchforanalphamalein
hisprime.Sotheelderlyguyliterallyshrunkinonhimself,losingabouttwoinchesinheightsothathe
wasacowering,frailoldmanoncemore.

“Ohnono!”hebabbled.“Mandy’ssopretty,I’mjustsayinghibecauseshe’spretty,”herushed.

“Gottagoinnow,checkontheturkey!”andheslippedoff,scurryingaway.

Iletoutabigbreath,relieved,butPeteturnedonme,browslowered.

“Ithoughtyousaiditwasjustyourparentsandus,”hemuttered.“Whothefuckwasthat?”

Ishruggedhelplessly.

“That’swhatIthoughttoo,butguessnot.GuessthewholeSmithclanisinattendance,”Isighed.

“You’reinforatreat,”Iaddedwryly,becauseaswesteppedintothehouse,ablastofnoisehitus,voices
loud,achorusofcarolers,theclankingofdishes,acouplekidssquabblinginthelivingroom.My
parents’houseisn’tbigandifthey’dinvitedmyentirefamily,thenitwasgoingtobejam-packed.

Andohshit,butyeah,therewerepeopleeverywhere,standingincornerschatting,blockingthe

doorway,allsortsofuglyChristmassweatersondisplay,evenadogortwosnufflingabout,lookingfor
cookiescraps.

“Um,excuseme,”Isaid,duckingaroundagroupofteens.Ididn’tevenknowwhothesekids

were,somedistantrelativesofmine?Butfinally,PeteandImadeourwaytothekitchen,wheremyDad

wasleadingaroundofcaroling.ButinsteadofseeingChristmassongs,theyweresingingNinety-Nine
BottlesofBeer.Whywhywhy?WhyweretheSmithsdoingthis,todayofalldays?Andjudgingfrom
theemptybottlesonthetabletops,myfamilywasgettingstartedearly.

“Pete!Pete!”boomedmydad,comingoverandclappingahandonMr.Parker’sback.“Sogreat

ofyoutomakeit,especiallyafteryoustoleourlittlegirlfromusforChristmas.”

Mr.Parkermadetosaysomething,butIinterrupted.

“Daddy,hedidn’tstealme,Iwentofmyownwill.I’mhelpingtakecareofViolet,Mr.Parker’s

daughter,remember?She’sjustababy,theyneededsomehelpastheylookforapermanentnanny.”

“Ohright!”chortledmydad.“Mandy’sreallygoodwithkids,”hewinkedatPete.“She’sgotfive

youngersiblings,helpedraiseeveryone.”

Icoloredthen.Becauseitwastrue,myownmotherhadbeensobusygettingpregnantandgiving

birththatIkindofhadbecomeasurrogatemomtomyyoungerbrothersandsisters.Itwasnatural,Iwas
twelveyearsoldwhentheyoungestwasborn,oldenoughtogivelittleElsiebottles,changeherdiapers,
takehertothepark,somymaternalinstinctswerehonedthroughpracticeandexperience,notbooksand
reading.ButMr.Parkerwassuave.

“That’sitexactly,”hesaidinadeepvoice.“That’swhyMandy’sinvaluable,whyI’mpayingher

topdollartositforViolet.”

Mydadchortledagainthen.

“Topdollarforababysitter?”hesaidexcitedly.“Whatisthat?Twelvebucksanhour?Fifteen?

Mandy’srakingitin!”hehooted.

AndPete’sbrowsdrewintoafrown,hismouthopeningtocorrectmydad.ButIsteppedin

immediatelybecauseIdidn’twanttocauseacommotion,theamountIwasgettingpaidwasbeyondmy
family’swildestdreams,beyondwhattheycouldeverhopetoearn.Andthiswasn’ttherightplace
becausehowcouldIpossiblyexplaintheexorbitantsum?Fiftythousanddollarseverytwoweeks,untilI
wentbacktoschool?Thatwaslikesettingoffafirealarm,drawingattentiontosomethingthatIwanted
tokeephiddenforthemoment.

SoIspokequickly.

“Mr.Parker’sbeenverykind,”Isaidwithasmile,“He’sprovidingmeroomandboardsoIdon’t

havetospendanything.Whenyouaddasalaryontopofthat,yeah,I’mdoingverywell.”

There,thatwasadiplomaticwayofsayingit,ofsoothingtheflames.Butitdidn’tmatterbecause

mydadhadalreadyturnedbacktothesingingandwasbeltingout“OhHolyNight”now,really
screechingoutthehighnotes.Isighed.Familywasfamily,andminewasoneofthebest,withallthe
highsandlows.IthrewalookatPete,apologizingwithmyeyes.

Butthebigmanwasholdingupwell.Hegazedaroundthecrowdedspace,armsstillladenwith

presents,thecornersofhismouthtwitching,likeherecognizedtheabsurdityinallthis,mycreeper
relatives,myoddlycondescendingdad,thewaymyfamilydranklikefishoneveryoccasion,even
ChristmasEve.

“Sorry,”Imouthed,raisingmyeyebrows.

Butthebigmanjustgaveashrugofhisshouldersbeforedepositingthepresentswithagroupof

othersonthecounter,pouringhimselfacupofeggnog,wrinklinghisbrowwhenhetastedit.Ohyeah,the
Smithsdon’tgolightonthatstuff,itprobablyhadagallonofruminit,notthetouchthatmostrecipesask
for.

Butthethingis,Iwasproudofhim.IwasproudtobeseenwithMr.Parker,howhandsomehe

was,thedarkhairandblueeyesflashing,aheadtallerthananyoneelse,eventhoughhewasallegedlyjust
myemployer.

AndIappreciatedhownicehewastoeveryone,polite,friendly,eventhoughmyelderlyAunt

Mildredwascurrentlymonopolizinghiscompany,chattingnon-stopaboutwhoknowswhat.Sowhenwe
finallysatdowntobrunch,Irewardedhimwithasweetsmile.

“Thanksforbeingsogame,”Imurmured,pointedlylookingatthethirdglassofeggnoginhisbig

palm.“TheSmithsdrivingyoucrazy?”

Thebigmanshotmeaglance.

“TheSmithsalwaysdrivemecrazy,”herumbled,“buthoney,I’mhereforyou.”

AndIflushedthen,takingachairnexttohisatthebigtable.Itwasanamazingfeeling,Iloved

howhemademefeelspecial,wanted,goingthatextramileforme,subjectinghimselftotheraucous
noise,theeccentricitiesoftheSmithclan.Andmyparentsdidn’tletmedownatbruncheither.Insteadof
eatingameallikeanormalgroup,thelightswentlowandsuddenlyaprojectorflickeredtolife.

“We’regonnalookatsomevacationslides!”crowedmydad.“TrishandIwenttoArubalast

year,thoughtyoufolksmightliketoseewhatwedid.”

Quiteafewofmyrelativesgrumbled,bored.Whythehellwerewedoingthisnow,ofalltimes?

Peoplewerehungry,theywantedtoeat,therewasaChristmashamsteamingonthetableaswellas
turkey,yams,creamedspinach,allthetrimmings.Butatleastmydadwasn’tcompletelytonedeaf,he
madeoneconcession.

“Noneedtowaitbeforestarting,”hesaidairily.“We’vegotthreehundredslidestogetthrough,

sobonappetit!GoaheadandloadupyourplateswhileIcuethisbabyup.”

Andsureenough,myrelativeswerelikelocustsdescendinguponthefood.Therewereallsorts

ofsmackingsoundsaspeopleheapedtheirplatesfull,almostfightingoversomeofthefood,thecandied
sweetpotatoes,thespecialblueberrypiethatmymombakedeachyear.

Andaswesettleddowntoeatinthedarkness,mydad’svoicestartedup,droningonandon.

“Andthisisablackgrouper,”hisdisembodiedvoicecalledout.“TrishandIsawthisonewhile

snorkelingnottoofarfromshoreoneday,shealmostdrownedbutthenthislookerswamalong…”

AndIsighed.God,threehundredslidesofcountlessunderwaterpics,photoafterphotoofcoral

reefs,fishthatalllookedthesame,myparents’white,flabbybodiesintheircomicalswimsuits.Butjust
asIwasabouttogobacktoeating,abrushcameonmyknee.AtfirstIfigureditwasnothing,merelythe
tableclothmoving.

Butthenitcameagain,thistimemoreinsistentandIturnedmyheadquicklytolookatPete.I

couldn’tseeanythingbuthisprofileinthedarkenedroom,buthisnostrilsweredefinitelyflaring,aslight
smileplayingathislips.AndImeltedinside,goinghotimmediately.Ohgod,ohgod,werewereally

doingthis?Naughtygames,righthere,rightnow?Butyouknowwhat?TwocanplayatthisgameandI
wantedinonthefun.

Soputtingmyplatedownquietly,Islidahandintohislapunderthetableandslowlytracedanail

upanddownthebulgeinhispants.Ohyeah,hardandhuge,justlikeIknewit’dbe.Infact,thecurve
wasunmistakable,Mr.Parkerwasmorethanalittleturnedon,hewasreadytogo,readytoparty.His
breathstartedcomingfast,audibleonlytomebecauseIwassoclose,soneartothatmasculineframe.
Butthismanwasachampionandhewasn’tgivingupsoeasily.Reachingdownwithstealthyfingers,the
bigmanunzippedhimselfinoneswiftmovement,andholyshit,buthiscockpoppedout,visibleonlyto
meinthedimlight.Ohgod,thatshaftwaspulsing,Icouldseejustthethickrootbeforeitdisappeared
underthetablecloth,veinscoursinghotly,fullyerectandreadyforme,inwhicheverway,shapeorform.

Andthebigmansmirkedthen.

“Yourturnbabygirl,”hewhisperedinmyear,leaningcloseonthepretenseofservinghimself

somespinach.

Ilookedaround.Wasthisreallyhappening?Righthereinmyparents’house?Inpublic,aswesat

atthebigtableeatingbrunchwithabunchofmyrelatives?Idon’tmeantosoundlikeaprude,butthere
wasliterallyapersonfiveinchestomyleftandanotherpersonfiveinchestoPete’sright,andyethe’d
justunzippedandletouthiscock,daringmetoplaywithit.

Andohgod,Iwantedtofuckhim.Icouldn’tresist.Icouldn’tbackdowninthisgameofchicken,

wasn’treadytoveerandavoidcollisionjustyet.Sosquirmingslightlyinmychair,Ireachedundermy
skirtandmanagedtohooktheelasticofmypantiesinmyfingers.Slowly,soslowly,Idrewthemover
myhips,knowingthatPetewasawareofmyeverymoveeventhoughhedidn’tlookmyway,breathing
growingharshasIuppedtheante.Ohyeah,Iwasn’tgonnalethimwinourdirtylittlegame,Iwasn’t
givingupsosoon.Withanothertinytwistofmyhips,Iliftedmybuttforamomentandpulledthepanties
overmyass,slowlywormingthemdownmythickthighsbeforetheydroppeddowntomyankles.Andon
thepretenseofpickingmynapkinupfromthefloor,Igotthosepantiesoff,reappearingwiththescrapof
pinkinmyhand,passingthemtohimunderthetable.

“Mypussy’sbarenow,”Isaidcoyly.“You’reupnext.”

AndPetegroanedthen,anaudiblenoiseinthedarkeneddiningroom.Butthankgod,atthat

momentmydad’svoiceboomedextraloudasheshowedoffthemarlinhe’dmanagedtonet.

“Seethat?”hecrowed.“Thisheresucker’safulltwelvefeet,andit’sthesamebabywe’vegot

mountedonourlivingroomwallnow.”

Thecrowdoohedandahedwithappreciation,becauseyeah,therewasahugepreservedmarlin

onmyparents’wallnow,theeyesglazedandfake,spray-paintedafterdeath,butIguessthat’show
taxidermyworks.Personallyitwasgross,butIwasjusthappythatmydadwasunexpectedlyproviding
coverforourdirtylittlegame.

AndPetewasn’tlettingupeither.Subtly,hisfingerscreptintomylap,andIwhimperedundermy

breath,partingmythighsashisdigittracedalongmylabia.Ohgod,itfeltsogood,sowrong,thisman
touchingmerightinmyparents’diningroomwithpeopleallaround.Whatthefuckwaswrongwithme?
I’dturnedintoaslutforthisalpha,everythingopentohim,wetandslippery,doingwhateverhewanted.

Becauseashisfingersprobed,mythighspartedobligingly,grantinghimentrance.Andohgod,oh

god,itfeltsogood.Withasoftpush,onedigitwasin,wormingintomysweetdepthsandImoaned
involuntarily,tryingtochokeitback,butitwasimpossible.Iwastooturnedon.

“Didsomeonesaysomething?”Jimcalledout.“Questionsanyone?”

AndIsatrockstill,absolutelyterrified.Ohmygod,wewereabouttobeouted,thebigman’s

handburieddeepinmypussy,hiscockoutaswetouchedeachother.

ButPetehasnervesofsteelandcalledoutinamanlyvoice.

“Justwonderingwhichoutfityouused?”herumbledsmoothly.“IncaseIwanttogodeep-sea

fishingnexttimeI’mthere.”

Andmydadflushed,sohappytogetaquestion,proofthatpeoplewerelistening.

“IusedCaribbeanGuides,I’llgiveyoutheircard,”Jimchortled.“JusttellBobbythatIsentyou,

andyou’llgetadiscount,”hepreenedlikeaVIP.Myheartcurdledalittleoutofembarrassment.Ididn’t
thinkPetewouldneedadiscount,probablywouldn’tevenusethesametouroperatorasJim,hecould
affordsomuchmore.ButallthatflewoutofmymindasMr.Parker’sbigfingersbeganmovinginside,
caressingmyinnerchannel,rubbingupanddownmypussy.

“Thanks,”hislowvoicerangout.“Appreciateit.”

AndIalmostscreamedthen,itfeltsogood,hefeltsogoodinme.Howintheworlddidhedo

this?Mypussywaswetlycreamingnow,thesquelchofhisfingersashemovedinandoutalmost
audible,mythighsquivering,clitonfire.Ohgod,ohgod,Iwasgonnacomeatthetable,Mr.Parkerwas
goingtodrivemeovertheedgerighthere,rightnow,andIwasgoingtoscreamlikeawomaninthe
throesoforgasm,throwmyheadbackandletoutapiercingwail,givingawayourpleasure,ournaughty
deeds.

ButMr.Parkerwantedinonthegoodstoo.Withoutmissingabeat,heremovedhisfingersfrom

mycuntslowly,makingmegasp,lookathimwithwideeyes.Why?Whystopnow,whenIwasso
close?

Butheglancedatmeslylyandbroughthisfingerstohismouth,lickingthemslowly.Ifanyone

lookedtheyprobablyjustthoughthewassavoringchickenjuices,ormaybeaparticularlydelectable
berrytartthathadspilledonhishand.Butno,hewastastingmycream,mypussynectarrighthereatthe
table.

“Mmm,baby,excellentasalways,”hepraisedinalowvoice.“You’vebeeneatingwell.”

AndIshiveredthenatthedoubleentendre.Becausewewereeatingwellatmyparents’

Christmasbrunch,acornucopiaoffoodlaidoutinfrontofus.ButIneededmore,Ineededfulfillment,
ecstasy,onlythepleasurehecouldgive.

“Please,”Ipantedslightly.“Don’tleavemelikethis,please,Mr.Parker,please.”

Andthealphachuckledlowinhisthroat.

“Don’tworrybabygirl,Iwon’t,”herumbled.“WhenhaveIeverleftmybestgirlhighanddry?”

Andwithoneswiftmovement,hescootedhischairbackandliftedmeintohislap,ploppingme

downsothatmybarepussywasrightupagainsthishardcock.Ialmostsquealed,almostsqueakedatthe
wrongnessofthisall.Holyshit,wewereinpublic,thewarmbreathingofotherpeopleallaroundus,

theyweremyrelativesforcryingoutloud,andhereIwaswithmyhungry,quiveringpussypressedup
againstthepolethatcouldgivemesomuchpleasure.Sowrigglingmyhips,withasmallwhineanda
twist,Iangledmyselfuntilhistipwasrightupagainstmyentrance.Andwithasmallpush,asmalljerk,
itbegantohappen.Ohyeah,Mr.Parkerbegantofuckmerightatthedinnertable.Righthere,on
ChristmasEve,withmydadstilldroningnotfifteenfeetaway,thesoundofsilverwareclinkingallaround
us,hisdickbegantoedgeintomysweetpussy,makingmemewlandsquirmabit,itfeltsofuckinggood.

“Holdstill,”heraspedinmyear.“Holdstill.”

AndIforcedmyselfnottomoveashisdickpresseddeeper.Becauseitwasdarkenoughinthe

roomthatprobablynoonecouldtellIwassittinginhislap,didn’tknowthatatthisverymoment,Pete’s
thickcockwasowningmypussy,pressingintomytightchannel,mycuntvibratingandcreaminghotlyas
hebreachedme.

“Mmm,”Imurmured,unabletoholditin.

Butthebigmangrippedmythightightthen.

“Quiet,”hecommandedintomyearagain.“Quiet.”

AndthistimeIdidn’tletoutapeepashisdickburrowedallthewayin,ballstightupagainstmy

ass,thick,commanding,fullyembedded.ButeventhoughIcouldn’ttalk,mybodycouldstillsignaland
withahelplesssigh,mypussymusclesclenched,grippinghiminme.Itwashisturnnowtogrunt
inaudibly,deepinmyear,hipsjerkingbeneathmeashiscockwasmilked.

Ohgod,ohgod,howintheworldwasthishappening?ButIwantedittogoon,Iwantedtofinish,

tokeepdoingthedirtyuntilbothofuscame.AndevidentlyMr.Parkerwantedittoobecausewithsubtle
motions,herockedintome,runningthatthick,dominantlengthinandoutofmysweetpussy,ourhips
movingsubtlytogether,goingin,out,in,out,thesweetestrhythmI’deverfelt,heightenedbythefactthat
weweredoingitinpublic.

Andwithalittlecry,alittleyelp,Iburstaroundhim.That’sright,Icamehardrightatmyparents’

Christmastable,mypussyclenchingdownonhiscockoncebeforeshattering,electricalboltsrunning
fromcunttofingertips,littlebodyshaking,breastsbobblingasIsqueezedmyeyesshut,tryingnottomake
anysounds.Andohgod,butitwassodifficultbecauseeverynerveendingwassizzling,mycuntpulsing
withspasmsasherockedinme,givingittomedeep,thedickingsogood,sosatisfying,thatmymouth
openedinacryofsilentecstasy.

Andwithonemorethrust,Mr.Parkercameaswell.Hismuffledgroansoundedinmyearand

withajerkofhiships,hisdickreleasedinmychannel,lashafterlashofhotwhitesprayingmyinsides,
jetsofspermpouringintomycunt,filingmewiththesweetestseed.Andohgod,butIwantedit.My
pussymilkedhimhard,eachspasmofmycuntdrawingthatwhitedeeperinside,suckinghim,begginghim
formore,moreandmore.

AndwhenIcameto,myeyesopeningslowly,wewerestillatthedinnertable,peoples’eyes

fixedontheslideshowasmydadwrappeditup.

“Thereyouhaveitfolks!”hesaidjovially.“Andifanyofyouwantmoredetails,don’tbeafraid

toask,Imadealotofcontactsdownthere,justsayyouknowJim,”headdedproudly.

Ohmygod,thelightsweregoingtocomeonanyminuteandpeopleweregoingtoseethatIwas

sittinginPete’slap,myskirtsuspiciouslypulledup,bothofuswithguiltyexpressionsonourfaces.

Butthealphamalewasfast.Withaswiftmovement,heliftedmeoffhisdickandputmebackin

mychair,zippingupwithaquickflickofhiswrist.Andjustasquickly,hepassedmemypantiesasthe
lightsflickeredon.

“Wow,Iseeyouguysdidagoodjobwiththefood,”remarkedmydad,eyeingthetable,still

clueless.Becauseyeah,itwaslikestarvingpeoplehaddescendedonafeast,andallthatwasleftwere
bones,half-eatenremains,andacouplesad-lookingveggiesscatteredaround.

“It’snoproblemJim,”saidmymomfromacrosstheroom,beaming.“I’mgladpeoplelikeditand

there’splentymoreinthekitchen,I’llbringsomeoutinjustaminute.Mandy,canyouhelpmeplease?”
shecalledbeforedisappearingthroughthedoorway.

AndIshotalookatMr.Parker.Holycow,hadthatreallyjusthappened?HadthebigmanandI

justfuckedeachotherinpublic,withotherpeoplemereinchesaway?Buttheonlythingthatgaveus
awaywerethedarkstreaksacrosshischeekbonesasheleanedforwardtotalkwithanothercousin,and
theunmistakablefeelofhiscumdrippingoutofmypussynow.Itslid,wetandtantalizingfrommycunt
andIflushedhotly,notsurewhattodonext.Icouldhardlygetup,there’dbeahugegushdownmythigh
andwe’dbeouted.Butsuddenlyinspirationstruck.Withsubtlemovements,Iedgedmypantiesintomy
pussy,usingthesoftfabricasastopperofsortssothatIcouldgetupfromthetablewithoutariverof
whitecoursingdownmythigh.

Andslowly,Igotupfromthetabletohelpmymombringoutmorefood.Peteglancedoveratme

then,hislookknowing,totallyawareofwhatI’djustdonedespitethefactthatheappearedtobelistening
tomycousinblabberaway.Becauseyeah,I’dstuffedmypantiesintomycunt,soakinguphiscum,myhot
holefilledwithhissperm.AndallIwantedwasmorebecausethat’swhatmyloverdidtome.Despite
thefactthathe’djustledmetothehighestheights,breakingthroughbarriersIdidn’tevenknowexisted,
allIwantedwasmore.More,muchmore,withMr.Parker,mylove,mylife,myeverything.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

Pete

Holyshit,thatwasthebestChristmasbrunchI’deverbeento.UsuallyIhatethesethings,Iprefer

stayinghomeonholidaysbecauseforabusyguylikeme,it’sarealdayoff.Evenonweekends,I’vegot
thingstotakecareof.Therearealwaysemails,calls,endlessquestionstobeanswered,butforone
blessedday,Decembertwenty-fourth,allthatturnsoffandIactuallyhavesometimetomyself,some
peaceformyfamily.

Soyeah,usuallyIresisttheinvitations,makingupsomeexcuse,anythingtoavoidunwanted

commitments.ButwithMandy,itwasdifferent.ThebeautifulbrunettehadinsistedthatIgotoher
parents’house,likeadatealmost,andfuck,butI’dmadeitadateandthensome.I’dfuckedthelittlegirl
rightatherparents’diningroomtable,wehadn’tevenbotheredtofindaroom,orevensomekindofdark
closet.Naw,thegorgeousgirlandIhaddoneitrightthere,inpublic,surroundedonallsidesbyher
relativesasherdadblabbedawayabouthisvacationslides.

SoIshookmyhead.Itwasfuckingincredibleineveryway,whatthisgirldidtome.Allmy

inhibitionsweregone,Ijustwantedtotakeheragainandagain,maybeforeverinfact.Butthatwasthe
problem.Wedidn’thaveforever.Mandyhadcollege,herwholelifeinfrontofher,andIwasn’tsure
whatroleIplayedinallthat,ifanyatall.

Sobeingano-nonsenseguy,Iaskedheraboutit.

“Whendoyougoback?”Iaskedcasually,inthebathroomtogetheraftertheparty,watchingasshe

stripped,slowlypullingoffherclothes,thosecurvesrevealedlikethemosttemptingmagicact.Secretly,
Iwashopingshe’dsaynever,andinsteadmentionsomethingalongthelinesof“Iwanttostayherewith
you,I’myoursnow,Mr.Parker.”

ButMandydidn’tmeetmyeye,insteadfocusingonpullingthepantiesfromherpussy.Andfuck,

butitwasabeautifulsight.Thegirlwasnudeasshesquattedslightlyinthebathroom,bendingherknees
asherfingersquestedforthecottoninside.Andwithasigh,agasp,shefinallyfoundaseamandbegan
pulling.Ohshit,ohshit,Iwatchedwitheyesablaze,dickstiffoncemoreasthatpinkfabricedgedout.
Thematerialwassoppingwetandthebrunettewassobeautiful,sodirty,exactlywhatIneededasher
pussygaveitup.

Knowingmyeyeswereonher,sheshotmeacoysmile.

“WhatPeter?”shecooedsoftly.“Whatdidyousay?”

Ishookmyhead,dumbfounded.WhatwasitI’dbeensaying?Thisgirlhadtheabilitytothrow

meofftracklikenoneother,allthoughtsflyingawaylikethey’dneverexisted.Butthiswastoo
important,toocritical,soIpushedahead.

“Whendoesspringsemesterstartupagain?”Irumbleddeepinmychest,eyesstillfixedonher

body.AndasIwatched,shestretchedandsighedalittlebeforesteppingintotheshowerstallandturning
onthewater.Yeah,we’resoclosenowthatwesharethebathroomwithoneanother,unselfconsciously
bathing,soapingourselvesineachother’spresence,treatingourlovertogenerouseyefuls.

SoIwatched,aroused,asthecurvygirllatheredup,butIwasn’tgoinginthere,notyet.There

werethingstofigureout.

“Mmmm,”shemurmured,closinghereyesassherubbedshampoothroughthosecurls.“Ithink

nextweek?”

Andmyheartcaughtinmythroat.Nextweek?Holyshit,thatwassevendaysfromnow,thatwas

waytoosoon.

Andhereyesopened,smilingatmethroughthesteam.

“Yeah,IthinkclassesstartnextMonday,soIshoulddriveupSundayatleast,getmyselfsettled

before,youknow,”shemurmuredthroughthemist.

AndIgrippedtheledgeofthetubwhereIsat,heartpumpingfast.Holyshit,itwasn’tevenseven

days.ItwasmorelikefiveifshewasleavingSunday.Whatthefuck?Whatthefuck,Iwasn’tready,I
wasn’tprepared.Somymindgrabbedontheclosestexcuseathand.

“Youcan’tgo,Idon’thaveanothernannylinedup,”Igroundoutroughly.

Butthegirljusttittered.

“Mr.Parker,you’veforgottenalready.Wedohaveanothersitterlinedup,”sheremindedme.

“Mrs.LarsonandVioletgotalonglikeahouseonfiretoday,andshe’sagreedtostayonalong-term
basis,”sheaddedsoftly.“Ithinkshe’sreallygoodwithViolet,Ithinkyourdaughterreallylikesher.”

Wasthereanoteofsadnessinhervoice?Ohgod,Ihopedso,butthatwasnothingcomparedto

theoverwhelmingdisappointment,thelumpinmythroat.Fuck,whatwaswrongwithme?Grownmen
don’tcry,especiallynotalphaslikeme.Butthethoughtofrattlingaroundinthishugehouse,myanchor
gone,VioletandIbouncingaroundlikeloosechangewasaseriousdowner,mademefeellikemylifehad
goneflat,Iwasinsomekindofsicknightmare.

SoItriedagain.

“I’mnotsurewhyyou’regoingbacksosoon,”Ibeganroughly.“Ithoughtyousaidyoudidn’tlike

school.Besides,don’tIpayyouenough?”

Andthistime,Mandystoppedsoapingherselfforamoment,lookingatmepointedlythroughthe

steam.

“Ofcourseyoupaymeenough,Peter,”shesaidgently.“You’rethemostgenerousmanI’veever

met,”sheaddedsoftly,eyesgoingwarm,appreciative.“ButyouknowmyparentsaresoproudthatI’ma
collegegirl,soproudthatI’mgettingaBA,thatImightbealawyeroneday.”

Isnorted.Whatherparentswantedwasdifferentfromwhatshewanted,andIdidn’tgetwhyshe

wasconfusingthetwo.SoIstucktomyguns.

“Yeah,butwhatJimandTrishwantisirrelevant,”Igroundoutharshly.“You’relookingtobea

mom,thiscollegeshitisbullshit,youtoldmethatyourself.”

Andthebrunettesighedthen,soapingupherbreastsnow,thosecurvesslicklywetanddelicious.

“Iknow,”shemurmuredinthestall,“Iknow.Butthingsaredifferentforme,Pete.You’ve

alwaysdonewhatyouwanted,otherpeoplebedamned.It’spartofthealphamaleinyou,whyIloveyou
somuch,”shesaidwithagentlesmile.“Butdon’tyousee?It’snotlikethatforme.Ican’tjustdo
whateverIwant,”shesaidhelplessly,shrugginghershoulders.“EventhoughIknowthedegreeismore

formyparentsthananyone,still,itmakesthemsohappy,andthey’vedonesomuchformeinlife.Ican’t
justblowitoff,notnow.”

Iseethed.Honestly,Ididn’tunderstandwhatshewassaying.MandyandIgrewupdifferently,I

wasoutonthestreetsbythetimeIwassixteen,myparentsneverplayedaroleinmylife.Sothis
pleasingyourforebearsshitmadenosense,anditdidn’tmakemehappy.Buttherehadtobeanother
way.

“Listen,youcanalwaysgobacktocollege,takealeaveofabsence.Theyhavethose,right?You

canleavefortwoyearsandthengobackwithouthavingtoreapply,”Igroundout.

AndthistimeMandyputherhandsonherhips,stillnude,lookingatmethroughtheclearglassof

theshowerstall.

“Pete,Igetit,”shesaidpointedly.“Igetwhatyou’resaying.We’reinlove,weadoreone

another,wegetalonggreatinsomanyways,emotionallyandphysically,”shesaid,cheekscoloring,
flushingabitunderthehotwater.Yeah,that’swhatwedidtooneanother.Thelovingwassostrongthat
eventalkingabouttheattractionrevvedusbothuptotwohundredmilesanhourimmediately.“ButIcan’t
juststopmylifelikeafreighttrainscreechingtoahalt.There’stoomuchgoingon.Myparentsraised
mesincebirthtogetadegree,they’dbesodisappointedifIdidn’tfinish,orevenifItookaleave.And
yes,Iwantyourbaby,butI’mnotsupposedtowantit,don’tyousee?Eversincejuniorhigh,they’ve
beenmakingusgotothesesafesexseminars,warningusthatourliveswereoverifwehavebabiestoo
early.”

Isnorted.

“You’rehardlyababy,notwiththewaywe’vebeenfucking,”Igroundout.

Shesmiledgentlyatmethen,thatslick,nudeformstillbeckoningtomefrominsidetheshower

stall.

“Iknow,Pete,IknowI’mnot,”shesaidwithasoftnessinhervoice,anacknowledgmentofthe

Russianroulettewe’dbeenplaying.“ButIcan’tgoagainsteverythingI’vebeenraisedjustlikethat.”

Thiswasgettingoutofhand.

“You’renotarobot,”Igroundout.“You’renotprogrammedlikeafuckingcomputer,youdon’t

havetodoeverythingtheytellyou.”

Andthistime,thebrunettefixedmewithaglare.

“Stopit,”shesaidsharply.“I’mjustexplainingtoyouwhat’sgoingoninmyhead,it’snotas

simpleasyouthink.I’maneighteenyear-oldcollegegirl,Ican’tjustthroweverythingaway.I’msorry
youdon’tfeelthatway,butthat’showIfeel.”

AndmyshouldersslumpedthenbecauseMandywasright.Yeah,Iwantedtotakecareofher,I

wantedhertomoveintomyhugehouse,forhertotakecareofmykid,shit,forustohaveadozenbabies
ofourown.That’swhatwouldmakemehappy,that’swhatwouldrockmyworld.ButMandydidn’tsee
itthatway,anditfrickin’brokemyheart.Mylittlegirlstillhadafuturetopursue,alifetolive,and
couldn’tjustdropeverythingforme.Shehadapathofherown,somethingshe’dbeenbuildingand
planning,somethingwaitingforher.SoIturnedtotheonlyweaponIhadleft.Sheddingmyclothes,I
steppedintothestallwithher,bigframehardanddemandingagainsthersoft,succulentone.

“You’regonnahavemybabywhetheryouwanttoornot,”Imurmuredintoherear,tweakinga

hardnipple,squeezingherbreastinmyhand.Ohgod,Mandywassobountiful,sosoft,hercurvesso
generousthatIalmostlostitrightthere,dickjerkingagainsthertummy.

“Whatwasthat?”shemurmured,herfingersslowlytrailingalongmylength,savoringthehot,hard

pole,followingapulsingvein.

Andmydickjerkedinherhand,pre-cumdrippingoffthetip,makingmegroaninagony.I

grabbedhercloseagain,sothatwewereflushagainstoneanother,herpussyrubbingagainstmyfuckpole.

“Fuckyou,you’reprobablypregnantalready,”Igroundoutintoherear,circlingmyhips,pressing

closertotheinevitablefinish.

Andshesighedinmyarms,pushingclosertoit,beggingformystrength,myarousal,the

satisfactionthatonlyIcouldprovide.

“Iknow,”shebreathed.“Iknow.AndPete,Ididn’twantyoutouseprotectionbecause…Iwant

tobepregnant,”sheadmitted,whispering.

Thatonlymadetheheatjackupfurther.

“Butifyouwanttohavemybaby,whyareyougoingbacktocampus?”Irumbledharshly.“This

makesnosense.”

“Iknowitdoesn’t,”shemurmuredinreply,throwingherheadbackandsighingasIstrokedher

softtummy.“Iguessit’sjustpartofhowcomplicatedthisallis.Idon’tevengetitmyself,”shesaid
slowly,shakingherhead.“Goingtoschoolisn’twhatIwant,you’reright,”sheadmitted.“ButI’mdoing
itbecauseitmakesmyparentshappy.I’mnotatapointwherethatcanjustbebrushedoff.Eventhough
Jimwasalittlebonkerswiththevacationslidesduringlunchtoday,”andheresheshotasmilemyway,
“they’restillmyparents,theyloveme,andIcan’tjustgivethemthemiddlefinger.SoIhopeyou
understand.”

Ishookmyhead,moreconfusedthanever.

“Idon’tgetitbaby,Idon’t,”Igroundout.“You’regoingbacktoschool,whichyoudon’twant,

andatthesametimeyou’rehopingtohavemybaby?Whatthefuck?That’slikethreedifferentdirections
atonce,howdoesthismakesense?”

Andthebrunettegavemeasmallsmilethen,shrugginghershouldersabit.

“Iguessitdoesn’t,”shesaidsoftly,whisperingagainstmythroat.“Iwanttohaveyourbaby,Pete,

andit’smywayofseeinghowthelandlies.MaybeifIgetpregnant,that’stheuniversetellingmethatit’s
okaytodropoutofEvergreen,thatmylife’sgoinginadifferentdirection.”

AndsuddenlyIdesperatelywantedhertoswellwithmyseed,wantedMandytoblossomwithmy

childsothatIcouldkeepherwithme.Noneofthis“seehowthelandlies”stuff,or“seewhatthefuture
brings.”Whatthefuckhappenedtochartingyourowncourse,determiningyourownfate?Her
philosophywasforeignbecausethiswasn’thowIoperated,ever.

SoItookthingsintomyownhandsthen,fuckingintoher,grabbingherhipsandthrustingmydick

in,pushingintothathothole,seatingherdeepsothattherewasnospaceinthatsweetcunt.Nospaceat
all,exceptforsomevirilesperm,thebeginningsofmybaby.

“I’mgonnagetyoupregnant,”Imutteredagainstherlips.“Godhelpme,butI’mgonnagetyouso

fuckingpregnantthatyouneverleave.”

AndMandysighedagainstmylips,immediatelywilling,pliant,warmandwet.

“Yes,Mr.Parker,”shemurmured.“Yes,getmepregnant,fillmewithyourcum.”

Andsowediditagain,rightthereintheshower,hercurvybodyembracingmine,pussypulsingas

Ifilledherwithgallonaftergallonofmymanmilk.IwantedhersobadlythatIwasespeciallyalphathis
time,swallowinghermoans,devouringbreastflesh,suckingwetlyathercuntuntilshecameagainand
again,onmymouth,dick,fingers,whereverIwantedtotouch.

Butthethingis,itwasn’tenough.WhowasItostandinthewayofablossomingyoungwoman

andherdreams?Icouldn’ttellherwhattodo,IcouldonlytellherwhatIwanted.AndifMandy’stiesto
herfamilyweresoimportantthatshe’dgetacollegedegreeforthem,thentherewasnothingmoreforme
tosay.Icouldn’tunderstand,havingnofamilybutViolet,butgod,itfuckingsucked,Iwassohurt,angry
anddestroyedallatonce.SoItookthegirlagainandagain,biddingthatcurvybodyfarewell,lovingher
witheveryfiberofmybeing.Becauseyeah,Iadoredthebeautifulbrunette…anddespitemybest
intentions,ourflingwascomingtoanend.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Mandy

Campuswasmiserable,butthenIwasn’texpectingmuch.IknewwhatIwascomingbackto.It

waswinter,theskygrey,thebuildingsgrey,heck,eventhepeopleandplantsweregreytomenow,
everythinglookedthesame.

Butright,Iwasheretogetaneducationandnotmoonendlesslyaboutmypastlife.Becauseoh

god,winterbreakwithMr.Parkerhadbeencrazy…crazyamazing,thatis.I’dfalleninlovewithaman
twicemyage,adivorcedguywithadaughter,theemotional,thephysical,everythingbetweenussogood,
soright,thatIwasquestioningmyselfnow.WhyhadIleft?WhyhadIgivenupafuturewiththemanthat
Ilovedforthis,studyingbymyselfinthelibrary,anendlessparadeofexams,tests,quizzes,essaysto
write,allaboutthingsthatIdidn’tcareabout?

SoIwaitedimpatientlyinthebathroom,tappingthecounter,fidgetyandnervous.Theinstructions

hadsaidtheresultswouldbeimmediate,thattherewasnowaittimebutsofar,nothinghadappearedon
thepregnancytest.Notonestripe,nottwo,andIcheckedthebackoftheboxagain,maybeI’dreadthe
instructionswrong.

Butslowly,theblueliquidseepedalittlemoreandtheapplicatorbegantoflicker.Iheldmy

breath,eyesfixedontheplasticstick,heartbeatingsohardIwassuremyroommatecouldhearoutside
eventhoughshewaslisteningtomusic.Andthen,withawhoof,Iexhaled.Notpregnant.Therewas
onlyoneline.Mr.Parkerhadn’tknockedmeup,Iwasstillme,justme,nobabyinside.

AndIstoodstockstillinthebathroom,tremblingbeforethemirror,heartpounding.Ilookedthe

sameofcourse.Fromtheoutside,IwasstillMandySmith,nerdygirlwithcurlybrownhairandwide
browneyes.ButasIstaredatmyself,mychinstartedquivering,lipstrembling,andslowly,soslowly,a
tearformedinthecornerofmyeye,slidingdownmycheekuntilitdrippedoffontothecounter.

BecauseIwantedtobepregnant.I’dwantedMr.Parker’sbabyinme,forhisvirilespermtodo

itswork,tomakemehis,makebothofushis.AndIguessI’dbeenwaitingforasign.IfIdidget
pregnant,thenitwasdefinitelymeanttobe,Iwasgoingtoleaveschoolandmoveinwithhim,burrow
myselfinlove,relaxinhisarmsasIgrewlargewithhischild.Butno.Instead,Iwasstillme,un-
pregnant,notpregnant,justthesameasbeforewiththesamefuturethathadbeensetoutsincebirth.

Whatdidyouexpect?Iaskedmyselfangrily.Thatyou’dgetknockedupinaflash,likesome

kindofeasy-bakeoven?Butthetruthwas,yeah,Iwaskindofhopingso.Mr.ParkerandIhadmade
lovecountlesstimes,nevergettingenoughofoneanother’sbodies,savoringthephysicalagainandagain
andagain.Shit,thelastfewdaysI’dbeenathishouse,hehadn’tworkedatall,takingmetobedinstead
offlippingopenhislaptop.Wehadn’teveneatenanyrealmeals,justsnackinghereandtherebecausewe
weresodesperateforoneanother,gorgingourselvesoneachother,ourlovefestrollingnon-stop.

ButmaybeI’ddoneitwrong.He’dcomeinmymouthafewtimes,maybeIshouldhavelethim

comeinmeinstead.Ormaybethatonetimehedidmeinback,Ishouldhaveforcedhimtoputitinmy
pussy,gottenonemoreload,thatcouldhavemadethedifference.Butitwastoolate,andIshookmy
head,stillshakyandjumblyinmyskin,realizingthatIwasstartingtosounderraticandirrational.
What’sdonewasdone,andIhadtogetagrip.

SoIthrewthetestinthetrash,grabbingtheplasticbagandtyingitup,stridingouttothe

dumpster.Ididn’twantthatthinginmyapartment,didn’twantareminderofhowI’dfailedatsomething
I’dsecretlydesired,soclosetomyheart.Andwithagrimace,Igrabbedmybackpackandtrudgedoffto
thecampushealthcenterbeforeclass.Becauseyeah,I’vebeenfeelingunhappyenoughlatelythatI
signedmyselfupforacounselingsessionwithaprofessional,someonewithadegree.

Withhesitantsteps,Iletmyselfintothewaitingroom.Ohgood,itwasclear,noneofmy

classmateswerehere.I’dhalfbeenexpectingtoseesomeoneIknew,butblessedlytherewerejusta
bunchofemptychairsandgingerly,Isatdown,stilllookingaroundwarily.It’snotthatI’magainst
counselingoranything,it’sjustthatmyfamily’salwaysraisedmetobeself-sufficient,youknowstiff
upperlip,grinandbearit,allthatrigamarole.Sotofindmyselfinthecampusmentalhealthcenterwasa
change,butheck,Iwasdesperate.

Finally,achirpygirlcalledmynamewithaclipboardinhand.

“Amanda?AmandaSmith?”

Inodded,grabbingmybag.

“Yes,that’sme,”Imumbled,headdown,beforesnappingmychinbackup.Beingherewasn’t

shameful,it’sjustlikehavingabrokenarmorleg.Butinsteadoffixingabone,thedoctorwasgoingto
fixmyheadinstead.

“Comein,RoomFiveplease,downthehall,”saidthechirpystudentandIfollowedherdutifully,

sittingassheclosedthedoor.

“Thanksforcoming,I’mRebeccaMartin.I’maPh.Dstudentinpsychologyattheschool,andI’ll

beleadingyoursessiontoday.I’llneedtoaskyouacouplequestionsfirst,Ms.Smith.Doyoufeel
suicidal?Haveyoufeltanyneedtohurtyourself?”shedugrightin.

AndIpaused.

“Wait,IthoughtI’dseearealdoctor,”Isaidslowly.“You’reastudent,justlikeme?Arethere

realdoctorshere?Isitpossibletoseeone?”

Andthegirllookedatmespeculatively,butnodded.

“Yes,wehaveclinicianswho’vefinishedtheirPh.Ds,andifyoulike,Icanre-scheduleyour

appointmentifyoufeelit’snecessary.ButusuallyourfirstfewsessionsaredonewithPh.Dstudentsin
theirfinalyearsofstudy.It’suptoyou,I’mhappytodowhateveryouprefer,”shesaidneutrally.

Ithoughtforamoment.Iwouldprefersomeonewithadegree,butthenagain,theblondewas

veryprofessionalandgodknows,she’dprobablyalreadyspentyearsstudying.SoInodded.

“No,it’sokay,todayisfinewithyou,”Isaid,“IfIneedsomeoneelse,I’llletyouknow.”

Andshenoddedoncemore.

“Surenoproblem.Butletmeaskyoufirst:Haveyoueverthoughtabouthurtingyourself?”

AndIshookmyhead,“No,never.”

Thatwaseasy,theyprobablyaskedeveryonethat.

“Okay,great,”shesaid,notingitonherclipboard.“SohowcanIhelpyoutodayMs.Smith?”

Andthestorypouredout,jumbled,inbitsandpieces,atorrentoftalk.

“Well,Iwentovertobabysit,andIguessthingsgotcarriedaway,”Istarted,“Therewasaman,”I

stammered.“Mr.Parker,hisnameisMr.Parker.”

Theblondelistened,nodding.

“Holdon,Mandy,”shesaidsoothingly.“Let’sstartfromtheverybeginning,slowly.One

sentenceatatime,”shesaidencouragingly,andItookadeepbreath.

“Iwenthometoforwinterbreakandwasaskedtobabysitforoneofmyoldclients.Except…I

endedupfallinginlovewiththedad,”Imumbled.

Tohercredit,Rebecca’sfacedidn’tchangeatthisrevelation,itremainedneutral,merelynodding

andlistening.

“AndthemanisMr.Parker?”sheasked,tonenon-judgmental.

Inoddedmiserably.

“Yes,themanIfellinlovewithisPeterParker,likeSpiderman.He’sdivorced,”Isaidquickly,

“Notmarried,totallysingle,soweweren’tcheatingoranything.It’sjustthathe’stwiceasoldasme,
he’sfortyandI’meighteen.Sotwenty-twoyears.That’salotisn’tit?”

ButRebeccadidn’tconfirmanything,insteadjustlistening.

“Well,howdoyoufeelaboutit?TheagedifferenceImean?”

AndItookadeepbreath.

“Doesn’tbothermeatall,tobehonest,”Iadmitted.“It’sneverbeenaproblemforus,PeterandI

getalongsowell,welikethesamethings,wewantthesamethings,sharealotofvalues,andIlovehis
daughter,it’salmostlikeIgavebirthtohermyself.”

Rebeccanoddedslowly.

“Soundsliketheagedifferenceisn’ttheproblemorthefactthathehasachild.Solet’sunpack

thisslowly.Istheresomethingelsestandingintheway,somethingelsemakingyoufeelupset?”

AndIgesturedwithmyhands,frustrated.

“It’severythingelse,”Isaiddesperately.“I’mhere,he’sthere,Ihavetogetadegree,myparents

arepayingmytuitionandI’msupposedtolovebeinghereatthisfancyschool,I’msupposedtohavea
career,bealawyereven,andinstead,I’mstillthinkingaboutMr.Parkerandwhatcouldbe,”Ibabbled.

Rebeccanoddedsagely.

“Soyou’rehere,butyouwanttobethere,”shebeganslowly.

AndIgaveoutasmall,miserablecry.

“Yeah,butIcan’tgobackhome,”Isaidwithamuffledsob.“MyparentswouldhatemeifI

droppedout,I’dhatemyselfforlettingthemdown.Andwhogetsmarriedateighteenthesedays?Who
hasababyateighteen?I’llbethegirltheyalwayswarnedyouabout,thegirlwhothrewherlifeawayby
gettingknockedupatanearlyage.”

Rebeccanoddedagain,soothingly.“Iseehowyoufeel,Iunderstand,”shesaid.

Itookanotherdeepbreath.

“Doyou?”Iasked,handstwistinginmylap,miserable.Iliterallydidn’tseeanylightattheend

ofthetunnel,didn’tseehowthiscouldendwell.ButIguessthat’snotthepointoftherapy,acounselor
can’tsolveyourproblemsforyou,theycanonlyreflectwhatyouwant,helpyoudelvedeeperinto
yourselftocomeoutwithsomepotentialanswers.“Ijustdon’tknow,”Isaidhelplessly.“Ireallydon’t
knowhowtofixthis,howtogetridofthesefeelings,thishopelesssituation.”

AndRebeccanodded,again.

“Ithink,Amanda,”shesaid,“Thatitsoundslikethere’sadisconnectbetweenwhatyouwant,and

whatyouthinkthelargerworldwantsforyou.”

Inoddedvehemently.

“It’sexactlythat.IwanttobewithMr.Parker,Iwanttobewithhim,tolovehim,tohavehis

babies,buttheworldwantsmetobeinschool,tobesingleandastudent,haveahigh-flyingcareerand
allthat.”

Rebeccawassilentforamoment.

“Andyoudon’tseeanywaytoreconcilethetwo?”

Ishookmyhead.

“Ofcoursenot!HowwouldImanageacareerwithababyandaman?Remember,I’mfrom

CentralNewJersey,that’ssixtymilesfromhere,it’snotexactlyclose.HowintheworldcouldIhave
both?”

Rebeccaletherselfsmilealittlethen.

“Alotofwomenareinyourshoes,Mandy,”shesaidgently.“Iunderstandwhatyou’restruggling

with,howitfeelslikeyouhavetomakeachoice.Butthethingisthatit’snotsoblackandwhite,there
aremanyshadesofgrey.”

Iwasstumped.Ofcoursetherearemanyshadesofgreyintheworld,Igotthat.Sowhatinthe

worldwasshetalkingabout?Thispsychobabblemumbojumbowasmakingnosense.

“AreyoutellingmeIshouldbeateenmom?”Iaskedslowly.“Todropoutofschool?Canyou

evensaythat,seeingthatyouworkfortheuniversity?”Iasked,gesturingtoourroom.

AndRebeccashookherheadpatiently.

“WhatI’msayingisthatpeopleoftenfeelliketheyhavetopickonepath.Theyhavetogorightor

left,choosebetweenthebluepillortheredpill,butsometimesthere’snoblueorred,there’sjustshades
ofgrey.”

Okay,backtothisshadesofgreything,itwasreallygettingtiresome.Also,wasRebeccareally

referringtothemovieTheMatrixduringoursession?Isighed.MaybeIshouldhaveaskedforareal
doctor,thiswasturningouttobeawasteoftime.Buttherewereonlytwentyminutesleft,mightaswell
gowithit.

“Okay,letmetrytounderstandwhatyou’resaying,”Ibeganslowly.“Therearemanychoicesin

theworld,andmaybeI’mtooblackandwhite,eitherschoolornoschool,Mr.ParkerornoMr.Parker.
Butgiventhatmyparentshavealreadypaidfortythousandintuition,whatshouldIdo?”Iasked,staring

herintheeye.

Andthetherapistjustcockedherheadatme.

“Ican’tanswerthat,youknowIcan’t,”shesaidslowly.“Butremember,manywomenjugglea

relationship,marriage,babiesandcareeratonce.Evenmultiplekids,”shesaidwitharaisedeyebrow.
“It’snoteasy,I’llgiveyouthat,it’svery,veryhard,andmanywomenareconstantlyafraidthatthey’re
goingtodroponeoftheballs,thatthey’reonesecondawayfromeggssplatteringonthefloor.Butthat’s
notthepoint,”shesaidfirmly.“WhatI’mtryingtosayisthatit’snoteasytobefemalebecausethereare
somanywaysourlivescanunfold,somanydifferentthingsthatwe’resupposedtowant.Butyoudon’t
havetochooseonethingattheexpenseofanother.Youhavemanyoptions,manypossibilities,andyou
canexploremanypathsatonce.”

Iwassilentforamoment,digesting.

“Youmeanliketaketheredpillandthebluepill?”Iaskedslowly,newhorizonsbeginningto

expandinmyhead.

AndRebeccanodded.

“Maybetakebothpills,orblendthepillstogethertomakeapurplepill,orlookforanorangepill

somewhere,”shesaid,shrugginghershoulders.“Theworldisyouroyster,that’sallI’mtryingtosay.
Whatyou’velaidoutistough,Icompletelyagree,butit’snotinsurmountable.Justtakesalittlebitof
workandelbowgrease.”

AndInoddedslowlythen,realizationdawninginmymind.

“Ihearwhatyou’resaying,”Imurmured,moretomyselfthananyone.“Ijustthoughtthatthe

wholeimageofthewomantryingtojuggleeverythingwassomeonemiddle-aged,likeathirty-fiveyear
oldcareerwomanwithkids,ahusband,who’salsoaprofessionalandaPTAmom.”

“That’swhothemagazinesusuallyprofile,”noddedRebeccaagreeably.“ButIdon’tthinkthat

womanissodifferentfromyou.You’reyounger,sure,somaybeithasn’tquitestartedyet,butyourplate
soundslikeit’sfillingupprettyfast.”

AndthenIwasreallystunned.Becausethecounselor’swordswereslowlyseepingin,

penetratingmybrain,makingsomesense.I’dalwaysthoughtthatifIhadababyateighteen,thenlifewas
over.IfIdroppedoutofschool,thenIwasahopelessloser,myparentswoulddisownme,I’dbedone
for,withnofuture,nocareer,justadown-and-outgirl,barefootwiththreekidslivingonhand-outsonthe
wrongsideofthetracks.

Butthatvisionwassoextreme,sowin-or-lose.Anditdidn’thavetobethatway.Therewas

nothingthatsaidthatallthatwouldcometrue,thatthatterriblevisionofthefuturehadthename“Mandy”
emblazonedonit.Iwasinlove,andwhenyou’reinlove,babiesarenatural.Evenmoreimportantly,
whenyou’reinlove,youhavetomakecompromisesandcompromisescomefrombothsidesofthetable.
Sosuddenly,Isatup,alertandfilledwithenergy.

“Rebecca,”Isaidfirmly.“Ohwait,shouldIbecallingyoudoctorsomething?”

Andthecounselorshookherhead.

“No,becauseIdon’thavemyPh.Dyet,”shelaughed.

Ohright.Ichuckledmyself.God,itfeltsogoodtolaugh,aloadliftingoffmychest,myabilityto

breatheunhampered,birdstwitteringintheair.Butofcourse,thatwasn’ttrue.Iwasstillina
windowlessroominthecampusmedicalcenter,itwasjustthatnewpossibilitieshadopened.AndI
hadn’tknownit,butthesepossibilitieshadalwaysbeenthere,hadalwaysbeckonedtome,promising,
whispering.Imerelyhadtostepforwardandembracethem.

“Rebecca,”Ibeganagain.“Iwanttothankyoubecauseyoucan’timaginewhatyou’vedone.I’m

notsurewhattheanswersare,butIfeellike…Idon’tknow,Ifeellikethere’sapathforward.Ornot
onepathforward,”Icorrected,“butmultiplepaths,orblendedpaths,ormaybeIhavetocarveoutanew
one.”

Shenodded,smilingatme.

“Exactly,thereisn’talwaysarightroadorawrongroad,”sheremindedgently.“Justlikethere

isn’tabluepilloraredpill.Therearemanydifferentroads,andyoucantakeanyofthemandbevery
happy.”

Ijumpedupthen,heartbeatingfast.BecauseIhadtotalktoPete,IhadtogetMr.Parkeronthe

phoneandtellhimaboutallthis.Mostofall,IhadtotellhimthatIlovedhimandthatweshouldbe
together,somehow,someway.Ididn’thavetheanswers,butwe’dfigureitout,togetheraslovers.

“Ihavetogo,”Isaidquickly.“Thishasbeenamazing,Ican’ttellyouhowhelpfulyou’vebeen,

thankyou,thankyou,thankyou,Ireallyappreciateit.”Andwiththat,Iboltedfromtheroom,Rebecca’s
laughringinginmyears.

“Don’tforgettofilloutthequestionnaire,”trailedhervoicebehindme.“We’dappreciatethe

feedbackverymuch!”

AndInoddedalthoughshecouldn’tseemebecauseIwasalreadyrunningbacktomydorm.Ihad

totalktoPetethesoonerthebetter,nowifpossible,anditcouldn’twait.Myheartwasburstingwith
adoration,withexcitement,withpossibilities…becauseIlovedhimsomuchitpositivelyhurt.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Mandy

Ithrewopenthedoortomyapartment,breathless,runningintoourcommonlivingarea,eyeswild,

panting.Ijustneededalittleprivacy,Iwasgoingtogointomyroomandshutthedoor,dialPeteonthe
landlineandhavearealconversationwiththeman.Exceptmyfeetcameskiddingtoahaltbecausehe
washere.Righthere,sittingonmylivingroomcouchchattingwithJane,myroomie,likenothingwasthe
matter.

“OhMandy,”sighedJane,ablondebombshellfromTexas,“Mr.Parkerwasjusttellingmethat

youworkedforhimoverwinterbreaktakingcareofhisdaughter.Sheprobablylooksjustlikeyou,right
Peter?”shecooed.“Thetotmustbeirresistible,justlikeyou,”thewomanflirted.

Immediatelymyhackleswentup.WhatthehellwasJanedoingsittingsoclosetomyman?My

earssteamed,therewasprobablysmokecomingoutofthemasIglared.Becausemyroommatewasone
ofthosegirlswhohastwosidestoher.Whenmalesarearound,she’ssonice,makinglikewe’refriends,
pretendingtobeasweetgirl.Butwhenit’sonlywomen,orworse,whenit’sjustme,sheturnsintoice,a
snowmanwithanicicleforaheart.

Butofcourse,withanattractivealphamaleonourcouch,theblondewasonceagaindoingherDr.

Jekyll/Mr.Hydeactandactingallsugaryandnice.

“Ohletmegetyousomebrownies,”shesimpered,standingupandtuggingdownthefrontofher

sweatersothatyoureyescouldn’thelpbutbedrawntoherbreasts.“MandyandImadethemtogether,it
wassucharoommatebondingexperience.”

Iforcedmyselftokeepcalm.Actually,I’dmadethebrowniesandJanehadjustpulledthemout

oftheovenatthesettime,buttherewasnowaytostatethatcalmlywithoutsoundinglikeabitchmyself.
SoItookadeepbreathandfocusedonthealphamale.

“Peter,whatareyoudoinghere?”Iasked.“Ididn’texpecttoseeyou.IsVioletokay?”

Mr.Parkerheldupmywinterjacket,somethinghe’dboughtespeciallyforme,adeeppurplecoat

filledwithgoosedown,thinbutwarmandstylish.I’daccidentallyleftitinthehallclosetwhenIleft,
cursingmyselfwhenIrealized.

“Yeah,Violet’sgood,”herumbled.“SheandMrs.Larsongetalonglikeahouseonfire,youwere

right,they’reagreatmatch.ButIstoppedbybecauseyouleftthisatmyplace,”headded.“Andseeing
thatIhadabusinessmeetinginthearea,thoughtI’ddropitoff.Youcan’tbeverywarmintheparkayou
haveon.”

Iflushed,becauseIhadn’thadtimetobuymyselfsomethingnew,sohaddressedinlayersinstead,

wearingtwosweatersandthenathinwindbreakeroverthewholepile.Okay,Ilookedalittlebulkyand
shapeless,butitwaszerodegreesafterall,reallycold.Andforsomereason,Ihadn’twantedtotouch
themoneyPetehadpaidmeuntilIgotmyemotionssortedout,untilIfeltliketherewasasolutionat
hand.Soyeah,I’dbeenschleppingaroundschoollookinglikeafuzzybear,cuddlyandwarmbuthardly
attractive.

“Thanks,”Isaid,tryingtosoundasnormalaspossible.“Didyouwanttohangouthere,orcanI

takeyoutoacupofcoffeeasathankyou?Showyouaroundoursnowycampus?It’sgorgeousthistime
ofyear,reallyChristmas-y.”

Andatthatmoment,Janewhiskedbackin,lookinglikeasexyhomemaker.She’dtiedherhairup

sothatblondetendrilshungaroundherears,andevenputonared-and-whitestripedapron,tyingittight
aroundherwaisttoemphasizethenarrowness.

“Ohstay!”shefluttered,puttingdownthebrowniesandleaningforwardsothatthebigmancould

getagoodlookatthatbosom.Isnortedthen.Theblondehadnoideathatshewasn’thistypeatall.
Smallboobsandaflatassarepopularformodelsinmagazines,butIknewMr.Parker’stype.Big,
bountiful,andlush,withplentytosqueeze.Thegirlwasbarkingupthewrongtreelikeahornycatand
didn’tevenknowit.

AndMr.Parkerwasthroughaswell,Jane’s“temptations”bedamned.Hewasonhisfeetina

sec,haulingthatbigformup,toweringinourtinyapartment,makingourfurniturelookpositivelydoll-
like.

“Let’sgoout,”hegrowled.“Thesebrownieslookdelicious,um…I’msosorry,whatwasyour

nameagain?”

Andmyroommatepouted,hercherryredlipsgoingdowninafrown.

“I’mJane,”shesaidtestily.“JaneasinDickandJane.”

Isnortedalittleundermybreath,itwasn’toftenthatmenforgotmygorgeousroomie’sname,but

thismanwasalreadytaken,andhehadotherthingsonhismind.Buttheblondewastenacious,thatwas
sure.Reachingforherjacket,shebreezilysaid,“OhI’llcometoo!”whilefluffingoutherhairsothatit
hungperfectlyoverhershoulders.“CaféRoma’sjusttwoblocksawayandhasthemostamazing
pepperminthotchocolate.Wecouldsharealarge,”shelookedmeaningfullyatMr.Parker.Heatalmost
steamedfrommyearsbecausethereweresexualinsinuationsineverywordfromhermouth.Butthebig
mandidn’tevenlookherway.

“Naw,notafanofhotchocolate,”hegrowled,pickinguphisscarfandwrappingthatdark

materialaroundhisbronzedthroat.HowmanytimesI’dpressedmymouthtohisthroatasIcame,shrieks
ringingoutagainsthisskin,breastssmooshedagainsthischestasmypussyshook.AndMr.Parker
lookedatmeasifreadingmymind,eyesgleaming,awickedsmileplayingagainsthislips.

“LikeIsaid,notafanofhotchocolateandMandyandIhavesomecatchinguptodo,”he

growled,lookingatJanefinally,anunmistakabledisinvitationifthereeverwasone.“We’llbegreaton
ourown,thanks.”

Atleasttheblondegotthehintthistime.Butstill,shedidn’tgiveup.

“Wellifyouneedtoreachme,here’smynumber,”shesaid,slippingacardintohisbighand,his

fingersgrippingitreflexively,surprised.Thiswasgoingtoofar,she’dcrossedthelineandIwasn’t
havingit.

“Thanks,”Isaid,fixingherwithastare.“Thanks,weappreciateit.Let’sgo.Ready?”Iasked

thebigman.

Andhenodded.

“Asever,”hegrowled,andtogetherwesteppedoutsideandontothesidewalk.ItwaschillyandI

stampedmyfeetabitaswestartedtowalk,ourfeetleavingprintsinthethinlayerofsnow.

“I’msosorryaboutthat,”Imurmured,lookingdownalittle.“It’snotusuallysobad,JaneandI

aren’treallyfriends,shejustwantedtobeyourfriend.”

Thebigmanshotmeawrysmile.

“Youthink?”hesaid,eyebrowarched.

AndIburstoutlaughingthen,ourpreviouseasinessrestored.

“Yeah,definitely.Andseriously,thatgirlandIhavenothingincommon,she’slikeavampire

sometimes,youneverknowwhenshe’sgoingtodrawblood,”Isaidwitharuefulsigh.

Hepausedtothrowhercardintoanearbytrashbin.

“Noworries,”hesaideasily.“It’snothing,notevenaflyonmyradar,”hegrunted.“Nowwhere

to?Yougotaplaceyouwanttogo,littlegirl?Someplacewecanbealone?”

Andtheword“alone”mademyheartleap.Butunfortunately,thereweren’tmanyalone-type

placesoncampus,notnowwithclassinsession.SoIshookmyheadhopelesslyuntilanideasprangto
mind.

“Howaboutthelibrary?”Iaskedquickly.“Iknowitsoundsreallydorky,butthere’saplacedeep

inthestackswherenoonereallygoes,andwecantalkthereinprivate.Youdidwanttobeprivate,
right?”Iasked,stammeringalittle.

Mr.Parkergrinnedatme,blueeyesdancing.

“Idefinitelywantedtotalkprivatelywithyou,”herumbleddeepinhisthroat.“Andsure,the

stackssoundgreatsolongasthey’llletmeintothebuilding.”

Ohshit.Right.YouhavetohaveastudentIDtogetintothelibrary,it’dcompletelyslippedmy

mindandtherewasnowaywecouldmagiconeoutofnowhere.Myheartsank.Iguessweweregoing
tohavetohavemeaningfulconversationinacoffeeshopsomewhere,withothertablesmereinchesaway,
curiousearsandcuriouseyesallaround.

Butseeingtheslumpinmyshoulders,Mr.Parkerlaughedthen.

“Baby,”hesaidgently.“Howaboutifwesitinmycar?IbroughttheRangeRoverandit’sbig,”

hesaidwithaneyebrowraised,“atleastwecanbewarmandtalkthere.”

AndInoddedgratefully.Mr.Parkertotherescueagain.TheRangeRoverwouldbeperfect,with

itsheatedleatherseatsandplushinterior.ButespeciallybecauseIwantedtobeclosetohim,toseehis
featuresmereinchesaway,insteadofjustinmyimagination.SoIagreed.

“Soundsperfect,”Imurmured.“Let’sgo.”

Andwithquicksteps,wemadeourwaytwostreetsacrosstowherehewasparked,theblack

SUVjustlikeIremembered,luxuriousandsporty,amammothpulleduptothesidewalk.

“Upyougo,”hegrowled,helpingmein.“Don’tloseyourbalance.”

AndIhuffedalittle.TheymadethesethingssohighandIwashardlyasmallgirl,therewasalot

tomoveintothecar,myfleshbouncingasIheavedmyselfintotheseat.Butfinallywewereallsettled
andthebigmanshutthedoorbehindhimself,closingusofffromtheoutsideworld.

“Ready?”heasked,eyebrowquirked.

Iwasconfused.Readyforwhat?Totalk?Werewedrivingsomewhere?Butinstead,hismouth

swoopedinandseizedmineinakiss,deep,pulsing,everythingIhopeditwouldbeandmore.Becauseit
wassoreassuringtobewithhimonceagain,tobeinthissmallspacewiththatdominantform,the
confidentalpha,knowingdeepinmybonesthateverythingwouldbeokay.

AndMr.Parkerfeltthesameway,Icouldtell.Becausehismouthmovedfeverishlyovermine,

tracingtheseamofmylipsbeforegentlycoaxingthemapart,andthenburyinghistongueinside,tasting
me,licking,likehecouldn’tgetenough.

Thebigmanshookalittleashetouchedme,hishandstremblingashestrokedmycurves,

sensuouslyrunninghispalmsovermybreasts.

“I’vemissedthese,”hegroundout.“Youcan’timaginehowmuch.”

AndImewledashetouchedme,bodygoingtoahundreddegreesimmediately.BecauseIfelt

exactlythesameway,cravinghim,sodesperateforhim,hisform,hispresencesurroundingmedayafter
day,buoyingmyspirit,bringingpeace,warmthandlaughtertomysoul.AndI’dbeensoconfusedthatI’d
actuallygoneforcounseling,togetaprofessionalopinionformyproblems.Butit’dworkedbecause
suddenly,Rebecca’swordsranginmyheadagain,howthereweremanypathsandmaybeIdidn’thaveto
choose.SoIbrokeoffthekissforamoment,leaningback,gazingathimaswebothtriedtogetour
bodiesundercontrol.

“Peter,”Isaid,“wehavetotalk.”

Thealphalookedlikehewantedtodevourme,stripoffallmyclothesandtakemerighttherein

thecar,buthenodded,breathinghard.

“You’reright,”hegroundout.“Talk,right,talk,”hemutteredmoretohimselfthananyone.

AndIsmiledathim.

“Butfirst,Iwanttoknowwhyyou’rehere,”Iteasedalittle.“Thewinterjacketexcuse?You

knowyoupaidmemorethanenoughtobuyanewone,youdidn’thavetobringitup.”

Andhenodded,chucklingdeepinhischest.

“Yeah,itwasprettyexcitingwhenIfounditintheclosetbecausesuddenlyIhadareasontosee

you.Alameone,sure,becauseIcouldhavemailedit,buthoney,Ihadtoseeyou.Youknowthat.
You’vebeengonetwoweeksnowandit’sbeenpandemoniumatmyplace.”

Myeyeswentwidesuddenly.

“Ohmygod,isVioletokay?Howisshe?”Igasped.Suddenly,Ifeltguilty,likeabadperson.“I

keepmeaningtocallbutit’sbeen…youknow,hard.”

Mr.Parkerjustlaughed.

“Iknow,”hesaidcomfortingly.“Ihatedthethoughtofustalkingonthephonelikestrangers,that’s

partofthereasonIwantedtocomeupinperson.Butno,Imeantpandemoniuminagoodway.”

Ishookmyhead.Howcouldchaosbegood?

Hegrinnedatme.

“Iremodeledthebasementatourhouse,andthefirstthingIdidwasputinajunglegymforViolet,

completewithmonkeybarsandswings.Indoors,”hesaidmeaningfully.“Soourlittletykeisalways
playingdownthere,shriekingandlaughingwithjoy.”

AndIsmiledthen.Sure,whathewasdescribingwasanincredibleluxury,beyondthemeansof

ninety-ninepercentoftheworld,butitwasnobigdealtosomeoneofMr.Parker’swealth.

“SoViolet’shappy?”Iaskedtremulously.“Withherownjunglegym,herownindoor

playground?”

“Verymuchso,”hegrowled,nodding.“Butnotsomuchherdad.”

Andmyheartbeganbeatingfuriously.

“Whynot?”Iasked,justtohearhisanswer,althoughIknewwhatwascoming.Andhedidn’tlet

medown.Takingmypalminhisbighand,thealphasqueezedmyfingerstight,lookingmeaningfullyinto
myeyes,thoseblueonessuddenlyblazing,sohotIcouldfeelthemscorchingmyskin.

“Becausebaby,I’minlovewithyou,andthesetwoweekshavebeenhell,”hegrowled.“It’s

beenafuckinghellhole,whatwithyougone,theconstructiongoingnon-stop,Violetmissingyou,me
missingyou.Peopleshouldn’tbeapartwhentheyloveoneanother,”hegrowled,thoseblueeyesfeverish,
eatingmeup.“Andthatincludesus.”

Theworldslowedthen,thesandsoftimedroppinggrainbygrainthroughthehourglassbecause

possibilitieswereunfolding,amyriadofcolorsspringingbeforemyeyes,mybreathinggrowingdeep,yet
shallowatonce.Wasthisreallyhappening?WasMr.Parkerdeclaringhimself,didhehaveaplanto
bringustogether?Iwasn’tsure,soItreadcarefully.

“Butwhat’schanged?”Iaskedquietly.“I’mastudenthereatEvergreenandyoulivesixtymiles

awayinNewJersey.Areyouexpectingmetodropoutofschool?Orcommute?YouknowIcan’t,”I
saidgently.“TheNewJerseyturnpikeisawful,itwouldbethreehoursofdrivingeachwayandthere’s
nowayIcandothatforfouryears.”

Thebigmanwassilentforamoment,takingmein,blueeyesfixedonmyface,thewaymylips

trembledslightly.

“Well,that’sastart,”herumbled.“Atleastwe’retalkingaboutmeetinginthemiddle,onthe

samepage.”

AndIblushed.HowdidPeteralwaysdothistome?Throwmeoffbalancelikethis?OfcourseI

wantedtobewithhim,didn’theknowthat?ButmaybeI’dtakenthingsforgranted,maybehedidn’t
knowhowmuchIwantedtoexplorealifetogether,howIwaswillingtodiscusscompromises,changes
thatcouldbemadeonbothsides.SoIspoke,baringmyheart.

“Peter,ofcourseIloveyou,”Isaid,squeezingthatbigpalm,smilingwithalumpinmythroat.

“AndIwanttobewithyou,buttheproblemishow?Thequestionismorelogisticsthananything,butI
knowwecanworkitout,somehow.”

Andthistime,henodded.

“That’srightbaby,it’snothingthatalittleimaginationcan’tsolve.Orinthiscase,alittle

commonsense,”hesaidwryly.“Because,”andherehisvoiceturnedserious,“Idon’twantyoutodrop
outofschool,nordoIwantyoutocommute.Ourlivesweren’tmeanttobespentsittinginacar,and

honey,you’resmart,you’rebrilliant,Iwantyoutohaveacareerifthat’swhatyouwant.SoIwas
thinking,”hesaidslowly,takingadeepbreath,“thatI’dmoveuphere.I’dmovemyselfandVioletup
here,andthethreeofuscouldlivetogethernearcampus.”

NowIwasshocked,completelysilent,mymouthinaround“O.”Mr.Parkerwaswillingtomove

here,toupstateNewYork,toleavethecomfortofhismansioninNewJersey?

“Butwhataboutyourjob?”Istuttered.“Whataboutyourcompany,andyourhouse?Didn’tyou

justre-model?AndwhataboutVioletandschool?”

Butthebigmanjustshrugged.

“Ithoughtaboutit,andnoneofthatstuffisdealbreakertypematerial,”hesaidmatteroffactly.

“Baby,youknowthatIhavemorethanenough,Idon’tworkbecauseIhaveto,IworkbecauseIwantto,”
hesaidwithawrygrin.“Tradingisapassionofmine,butit’snotthedollarsthatkeepmemotivatedat
thispoint.It’sthecompetition,thesenseofdominanceasIforceotherguystoswallowtheshortendof
thestick.”

Inoddedfaintly.Iknewhehadplentyofmoney,butIhadnoideathathedidn’thavetowork.

Madesensethough,giventhathe’djustinstalledanindoorjunglegymforhisdaughter.

Andthebigmanwenton,shrugging.

“Thecompany’smine,anyways,”hesaid.“There’sacoupleguysintheofficeinManhattan,andI

figureI’lljustmanagethemfromupstate,”hesaid.“Besides,thesearen’tdudeswhoneedhands-ontime,
they’vebeenworkingformeforyears,andthings’llbefineifIworkfromhome.”

Inoddeddumbly.Thatwastrue,duringmytimeathishouse,hehadn’tgoneinmuchatall,

choosinginsteadtocallinfromhishomeoffice.ButIthoughtitwasbecauseit’dbeenwinterbreak,so
noonewasaroundandtheworkloadwaslight.ButPeteshookhishead.

“Naw,I’mthebossandwe’reanestablishedoutfit,thegearsmovelikeclockworknow.It’llbe

fineifIjustdropinnowandthen.”

SoInodded,heartracing.Ohmygod,thiswaslikeadreamcometrue.WhatwasitRebeccahad

said?Shadesofgrey?Manypaths?SuddenlyIknewexactlywhatshewastalkingaboutbecausethis
wasacolorgreythatI’dneverdreamedof,materializingbeforemyeyesaswespoke.

“AndViolet?”Iaskedweakly.“Whataboutyourdaughter?Shestartsschoolsoon.”

Thebigmansmiledatmebeforepullingmychintohimwithalargehand,lookingdeepintomy

eyes.

“Baby,that’showIknewweabsolutelyhadtomoveuphere.BecauseyouloveViolet,youlove

mydaughterlikeshe’syourown,youtreatherbetterthananybodyelse,andhoney,Violet’sstarting
kindergarten,”hesaidwryly.“It’snotrocketscience.It’snotlikewe’reaskingakidtotransferinthe
middleofhighschool,whenhe’stakingSATsandothershit.SoVioletwillbefine.Infact,Ithinkshe’ll
loveitupherewiththenaturalbeautyofthewoods…andmostofallwithyou.”

AndIgaveinthen.Becauseitwastrue.Kindergartenwasn’tadealbreaker.Schoolwasn’ta

dealbreaker.Distance,time,money,heck,evenhisjobweren’tdealbreakers.Instead,therewasapath
forwardthatwasbeckoningtomenow,bloomingasIwatched,andallIhadtodowastakeit,allIhadto
dowastoclosemyhandaroundwhatwasoffered.SoIdid.IleanedforwardandkissedPeterthen,with

allthemeaningandhungerinmysoul,imbuingthesofttouchwitheverythingIfeltforhim,howmuchI
missedhim,howmuchIlovedhim,howmuchIappreciatedeverythinghewasdoing.

“Iaccept,”Isaidsoftly,breathingagainsthismouth.“Iloveyou,PeterParker,andthankyoufor

turningyourlifeupsidedownsothatwecanbetogether.”

Butthebigmanwasn’tdone.Inthemiddleofourkiss,hegrippedmychinwithhishand,looking

atmeintently.

“Butitmeansthatthere’snogoingback,honey,”hesaidroughly.“Idothisandyou’reouttoyour

parents.You’retellingthemthatyoulivewithmenow,thatyou’reinschoolbutthatwe’reacouple,a
coupleinlove.Nobeatingaroundthebush,baby,nolies,nowhat-ifsormaybes.Becausewe’re
togetheronehundredpercentandI’mgonnatrytogetyoupregnant.”

Icoloredthen.Ababy?Ohmygod…andsuddenlymyheartoverflowedwithfeeling.Because

Iwantedit.Iwantedittohappen,anditwasabsolutelyright.Nomore“seeinghowthelandlies,”or“if
Igetpregnant,thenwe’llseewhathappens.”Instead,Iwantedtodoitpurposefully,Iwantedtofeellife
withinme,toletMr.Parker’sseedflower,forhimtotakemeagainandagainasourchildgrewwithin.It
wasright,andIcouldfeeltherightnessdeepinmysoul,inmyheart.

“Yes,”Isaidgently.“Iwantittoo,Iwantyourbaby,andI’lltellJimandTrish,noifs,ands,or

buts.I’lltellthemthatit’spartoftheplan,thatit’llallworkout,thatI’mhavingyourbabybecauseitwill
allworkout,Iknowitwill,”Ibreathed,leaningforwardforanotherkiss.

Andthebigmangroanedthen,drawingmeclose.

“Iloveyou,”hegroundout.“Iloveyou,AmandaSmith,andIpromisetodomybesttomakelife

sweetforyou.I’llputinallmyresources,mytime,mymoney,myheartandsoulintomakingyouhappy,
intomakingourlittlefamilyhappy.Youmeansomuchtobe,babygirl,andIcan’tletyougo,ever.”

AndwhatcouldIsaythen?Myheart’sdesirewascomingtrue,andtherewasabsolutelynothing

elseIwantedinthisworldotherthanthebigmanandhisheartfeltdevotion,hisuttercommitmenttobeing
together,tomaking“us”morethanadream,atruereality.

SoIinhaledoncemore,slowly,andgazedintothosedeepblueeyes.

“Iknow,Mr.Parker,”Imurmured.“AndIaccept,”Isaidwithfinality.

Becausetherewouldbemanychallengesaheadontheroadahead.Heck,onebaby?Morelike

twoorthreeifIcouldhavemyway,andthatwasonlythebeginning.Therewasstillthemove,finishing
mydegree,pursuingacareer,raisingafamily,andallofthiswhileloving,fighting,talkingandsharing,
findingourselvesineachotheragainandagain.Butgoingforwards,we’dfacethechallengestogether.
Together,wecouldovercomewhateverlifethrewourway.Andwithalittlejointeffort,alittleshared
elbowgrease,nothingwouldbesobigorscaryastobeimpossible.SoIkissedhimagain,thismanwho
wasmyheart’sdesire…becauselifeisreallyjustonebigadventureandwithMr.Parkerbymyside,it
wasonlyjustbeginning.

EPILOGUE

Pete

Sixyearslater…

“Ohgod,”shemoaned,writhingbeneathme.“Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod.”

AndIgrinnedalthoughMandycouldn’tseeit.

“That’srightbaby,”Imurmured,keepingmyvoicelow.“Quiet,sothekidscan’tear.”

Becausethebeautifulbrunettehasgivenmethemostincrediblegifts.Notonebaby,nottwoor

eventhree…butfourchildren.Together,wehavefourbabiesandwithVioletasoureldest,thatmakes
fivetotal.

Butrightnow,Iwasonlyfocusedonmakingourfamilyevenlarger.Becausewitheach

pregnancy,mygirlhasbecomemoreluscious,morebeautiful.Thosehugetitshavegottenbigger
breastfeedingchildafterchild,andohfuck,butherasswasamountainofwhiteflesh,sojuicyand
succulentthatIcouldhardlypreventmyselffromcomingimmediately,spurtingmyseedintoherinwave
afterwave,shootinglifedeepintoherinsides.

ButtherewassomethingIwantedMandytodo.Becausethesexplaybetweenusisstillstrong.

Ohyeah,aftersixyears,we’restillgoingatitlikerabbitsinheat,wheneverwegetamomentalone,the
clothesareoffandmybabyisshowingmeherpussy,lettingmetouchhertwat,strokehersoshecomes.
Buttoday,Ihadsomethingdirtyinmind,sonastyanddeliciousthatmyballsgottightjustthinkingabout
it.

Thesweetwomanwasbentoverourbureauatthemoment,breastssmooshedagainstthesurface

asIpoundedherfrombehind,handsscrabblingforsomethingtogripasshemoaned,cheekpressed
againstthewood.Andgently,Iseizedoneofhertinyfists,pullingitaroundherback,unclenchingher
fingers.

“That’srightbaby,that’sright,”Imurmured.“Feelmydickinyou,feelhowbigandthickitis,

andyouknowwhat?It’sgonnafeelevenbetteronceyou’vegotafingerinyourass.”

Shesquealedthen,asharpjoltrunningthroughhercunt,clenchinghardonmydick.

“Ohgod,ohgod,Peter,yes,”shemoaned.“Putafingerinmyanus,Iwantit,Iwantit.”

ButIchuckledlowinmythroatthen.

“Nobaby,notmyfingerinyourass.Yourfinger,”Icorrectedgently.“You’regonnafinger

yourselfasIfuckyouhoney,that’sright,sliponein.”

Thebrunette’seyesflewopenthen,bigcaramelpoolsturningtolookatmewide-eyedoveraslim

shoulder.

“Mr.Parker,”shegasped.“Mr.Parker!”

AndIchuckledlowinmythroat.Becauseyeah,IwantedtoseethegirlfingerherbuttholeasI

fuckedhervagina,itwasgonnabethesassiestshowaround.Sowithoutmissingabeat,Iuncurledher
handandguidedhermiddledigittowardshercrevice.

“Rightthere,baby,”Igrowled,stillgoingdeepwithmypenis,pushingherhandforwards.“Right

there,putitin.”

Andwithalowmoan,headtippedtothesky,eyesdroppingclosed,thebeautifulbrunettedidit.

AsIslidmydickdeepintohertwat,herslimmiddlefingerwentupherbuttholeandfuck,butthesight
wasamazing.AwomanbuttfuckingherselfasIfuckedherpussy?Ohyeah,rightupmyalley,one
hundredpercentjustmything,Ifuckingateitup.

Andthataboutsumsupourrelationship.Mandyismyeverything,theanswertomyquestions,the

sumofallparts,theotherhalftomywhole.Becauseshe’ssmart,worldly,withanamazingsenseof
humorandthesassiest,sweetestpersonalityI’veevermet.Sure,itwasn’teasytellingherparentsthat
we’dmovedintogether,thatI’dupandleftNewJerseytotakeupfuckingtheirdaughterfull-time,butthe
littlegirlhandleditwithagraceI’dneverexpected.

“Mom,calmdown,”she’dsaidpatientlyintothephone.“Didn’tyouhearme?Yes,I’mpregnant,

butI’mstillfinishingmydegree.”

Icouldn’thearexactlywhatTrishwassaying,butthefurioussquawkingontheothersidetoldme

everything.

Buttheirdaughterwasunruffleddespitethefactshewasclearlygettingaverbalbeating.Without

missingabeat,Mandytookanotherbiteofhersandwich,anothersipofsoup,whilelisteningonthe
phone.Hey,beingpregnantishardworkandthegirlwaseatingfortwo.

“Iknow,Iknow,”shesaidpatientlyagain.“Youdon’thavetoworry.No,hedidn’ttake

advantageofme,I’meighteen.Yes,eighteenmakeseverythinglegal,I’manadultnow.He’sforty.Yes,
Mom,Iknowit’sabigagegap,butitworksforus.”

AndIshookmyheadwithadmiration.Hell,ifit’dbeenmeonthephone,Iwouldhavebeen

shoutingmyheadoff,losingmycoolandflyingoffthehandle,veinsbulginginmyforehead.Butmygirl
wasdifferent,shecouldjuggleirateparentswhileeatingameal,allthewhilepregnantandcrammingfor
classes.

Andthat’swhyMandy’sperfectforme,forus.Becausewithfivekids,we’vebothgotourhands

full,whatbetweenplaydates,school,extracurricularactivities,andthreenannies.Yeah,withthismany
kids,weneedtheextrahandsandthemoneywespendonnannies,acook,andadriveriscompletely
worthit.ButMandyisanefficientmanager,organizingeverythingsothatourhouseholdrunslike
clockwork,smoothascream,everyonehappysavetheoccasionalchildthrowingatantrum.

Andyouknowwhat?ThisismylifenowandIloveit.I’vegotmyhandsfullwithajob,kids,a

lovingwife,andIcouldn’taskformore.ThereisliterallynothingthatI’dwishfor,exceptperhapsafew
moreorgasmsforthebeautifulbrunettecurrentlytouchingherselfinfrontofme.Soputtinginmybest
effort,Igrabbedthosefleshyhipsanddroveindeep,feelingthatslickchannelsqueezemydick.Ohyeah,
Mandywassotight,sosmallstillevenaftergivingbirth,thatitnevertooklong.

“Fingeryourself,”Igrunted,eyesfixedonthatnastylittledigitinherhole.“Keepgoing,Ican

feelyoustrokingyourselfthroughyourasswall.”

Andthebrunettejustmoaned,headdroppingforward,thosebrowncurlsdriftingoverher

shoulders.

“Yes,Peter,yes,Mr.Parker,thisiswhatIwant,thisiswhatIwant,”shechanted.Andwith

anotherloud,gutturalmoan,anotherjerkofmyhips,webothcame,shatteringwithecstasy.

“Fuuuck!”Iroared,grabbingthatfine,curvyformtome,pressinghervagtightagainstmyhipsasI

buckedandshot,loadsofwhitesprayingherinteriorpassage.“Fuck!”

AndthewayMandycreamedaroundme,screamingasherpussyspasmed,clenching,drawingmy

spermeverdeeperintoherbody,gavemealltheanswers.Thisunionwouldbeafertileone,asuccessful
shotatheaven,andinninemonths,Ihadadistinctfeelingthatmywomanwouldbegrowingroundonce
morewithoursixthchild,proofagainofourloveforoneanother.Becausemyeighteenyear-old
babysitter,solusciousandfirm,deliciousandtantalizing,washavingmybabiesnow,oneaftertheother
…anditwasabsolutelyrightbecauseI’dfallenheadoverheelsforthewomanofmydreams.

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ASNEAKPEEK

Withahardpump,Ifuckedintoher.Kaceywasliterallyliftedoffherhandsandknees,myshaft

wassofuckingbig,skeweringheronmypenislikeapigonaroast.Shescreamed,throwingherhead
back,pussystretchedunbearably,labialikethinrubberbandspinchedaroundmydickwithnochoicebut
tosubmit.Shesquealedagain,theviolationsocomplete,sooverwhelming,thathereyesrolledbackfor
amomentshowingtheirwhites.

Finallythough,thegirlcalmedandtriedtobreathe,herpantsrhythmicandfast.

“Slowly,slowly,”Imurmured,myhandscaressingherwaistandass.BecauseIwasonlyabout

fiveinchesin…andtherewerestilltentogo!

CHAPTERONE

Kacey

Ihaveasecret.I’mastripperandIhaveacrushononeofmycustomers.It’stheultimateno-no

forgirlsinmylineofwork.Imean,whodatesandmarriesthestripperattheirlocalclub?Noone,
right?

Whatmakesthisworseisthatthisisn’tevenLace,MystiqueorNewYorkDolls.Iworkatthe

DonkeyClub,ajointthatpridesitselfonitshotgirls,butalsothesawdustonthefloor,thepeanutshells
litteringtheground,thetake-no-prisonersapproachofitsdancers.

Becausethat’swhywe’recalledtheDonkeyClub.Here,thegirlsareabletotakenine,ten,

eleven…evenfifteeninches.NotthatI’veevergottenuptofifteen.Sincestartinghereacoupleweeks
ago,I’vedonenineandten,butfifteenislikeamyth.It’ssomethingthegirlsarealwayschatteringabout
backstage,butwhoknowsifitreallyexists?

“Icouldswearitwasatleastfifteen,”confidedAlanatothesemi-circleofladiesaroundher.

“Ohyeah,didyouhavearulerwithyou?”snappedJenny,abitchasusual.

“Please,girl,thisismylineofwork.YouknowhowmanymenI’vefuckedbynow?Icansizeup

acockintwoseconds,sometimesevenbeforehistightie-whitiesareoff,”Alanaspatinretort.

Anditwastrue.ThoughI’veonlybeenworkingafewweeks,I’vealreadybeenpromotedtothe

exclusiveDonkeyGirlsservice.Noteverystripperhereistrustedtofuckourcustomers…onlythose
whohaveelasticpussies,whocantakeabigmanhard,deepandrough.Andyou’reputthroughtheringer
duringtryoutstoo.Ihadtofuckthreemen,allofthemenormous,beforeIwasevenconsideredforthe
job.IwishI’dgottenitontape.Thosetryoutshadbeenbrutalbutyummy…god,I’mgettingwetjust
thinkingaboutitagain.

ButmylineofworkprettymuchmeansthatIdon’thaveaboyfriend.Afterall,Idancethreeor

fournightsaweek,andI’mfuckingsixtoeightmenperweektoo.I’mproudtosayI’vebuiltupafew
regularseven,guysthatIseeonceortwiceaweekafterthey’vehadaharddayatwork.

SoI’dbeendancinglastTuesday,shimmyingfordollars,whenIsawhim.Hewasdominatingand

elegantatonce,whichcaughtmyeyebecauseunfortunately,mostguyshereareovergrownfratboys,their
mouthsopen,droolpracticallyhangingofftheirchins.Butnotthenewguy.Hewaswearingagreysuit
andIcouldn’tseehisfacebecausehesatinshadow,butIcouldseehiscrossedlegs,armsneatlyfolded
overhischest.

Anddamnwhatanexpensivesuitcandoforaguy!Thestrangerwastrimandfit,nottoobulky,

butdefinitelyathletic,youknow?Ittakesalottomakemymouthwaterthesedays,butIwascurious
aboutournewcustomer,andstartedsidlingovertohim,shakingmyass,glidingmyhandsovermy
curves.

Youknowyou’reagoodstripperwhenaguyiscompletelystill,hishandtoobusytoevenstroke

hisdick.Iadmit,attheDonkeyClub,guyswhipouttheirpolesinpublic,fondlingthemselves,letting
thosestiffiesgetsomeair.Butyouknowyou’vegotaguycaptivewhenhe’snotevenbeatinghimself,
he’sjustsomesmerized.

Theclassyguyobviouslydidn’thavehisdickout.Buthewasabsolutelymotionless,stillasa

rock.Hedidn’tmoveacentimeterasIapproached,strokingmycurves,wigglingmyass,lettingmy
breastsbounceupanddown.Oh,anddidImentionIwascompletelynaked?Yeah,theDonkeyClub
doesn’tpullitspunches…wegirlswearnothingbutourheelsbythetimewe’refinished.

SoIwasbutt-naked,sensuouslyglidingovertothisguy,andIcouldtellhewasbreathinghard,

butstillasastatue.WhenIfinallygotclosetohim,Igaspedinvoluntarily.Hewasgorgeous.Deep,
darkhair,coupledwithemerald-coloredeyesthattookinmyeverymovement.Ishimmiedseductively,
mybodybegginghimforattention…anddollars.

Likeamovieinslowmotion,hishandreachedforhismoneyclip.Hmmm,Ilikedthat.I’ve

noticedthathighrollersdon’treallyusewallets,insteadtheyhavethesefatrollsofcash,andsure
enough,thisdudepulledoutanextra-wideroll.Peelingoffabill,hegesturedformetodancecloser.

Ipulledupinfrontofhim,shakingmyboobsinhisfaceandthenheldstillsothathecouldlatch

on.Fuck,hislipsfeltgood!Helappedgentlyatmynipplefirst,teasingmytitwithhistongue,before
sucklinghard,pullingonmybreastflesh.Whenhe’dgottenhisfill,henoddedandgesturedformeto
holdmyboobup.

IliftedthependulousDoubleD,andhetuckedaBenjaminFranklinunderneath,myjugpinningthe

billinplaceasIloweredit.Hethennoddedtomyothertit,thenipplehardasrocknow,andIlovingly
offeredittohim,lettinghimsuckletohisheart’scontent.Andgod,theman’smouthwaslikehoney.He
slippedandslidovermypeakuntilmycunnywasgushing,itfeltsofuckinggood.Again,hehadmelift
mybreastsothathecouldslipanotherbillintomysecretspace.

Butthebestwascoming.Itwirledaround,themoneytuckedsecurelyundermygirls,butthere

wasstilloneentrancingcrevicethatattractedbeeslikehoney.Takingadvantageofachairnearby,I
perchedahighheelonit,liftingmykneesothatmycunnywasbared.Tauntinghim,Ireacheddownand
spreadmylipswithmyfingers,showinghimmyhole,thatdeep,pinkfleshmoistanddripping.He
noddedandgesturedformetoturnaround.

Iknewwhathewanted.Ibentover,spreadmylegs,andheldmyasscheeksapartsothathecould

getin.Lovingly,helickedmycunnyandImewled,itfeltsofuckinggood.Ilovethisjob…Ilovethe
attention,Ilovedancing,andmostofall,Ilovefeelingmeninmysnatch.Andthisonewasparticularly
handsome,justanincrediblefuckstud,someoneIwantedtodohardandunprotected.

Ashelickedmycuntfromtheback,Imoanedagain,wigglingmyassinhisface,forcinghimto

grabmybutttoholdmestill.Buthegotthemessage.Hetookacouplebillsfromtherollthistime,and
foldedthemupintoalittlesquare.Teasingly,hepusheditintomywetness,thefoldsgrabbingthemoney
likeitwasgold.Fuck,billsarealwaysnice,butitfeltextra-niceinmytwat.

Straightening,Iblewhimakiss,andthedarkstrangersmiled.Mysetwasending,andI’dbe

damnedifthisguydidn’torderaprivatedancefrommelaterinthenight.Ourinteractionhadbeentoo
hot,toosteamyforhimtowalkaway.

Butasthenightpassed,therewasnocallfromthemanager,nonothing.Instead,theevening

continued,andIwentupforasecondset,thenathird,butthedarkstrangerhaddisappeared.Whatthe…
?Hehadtocomeback.Hehadto.

CHAPTERTWO

Logan

Fuck,thatstripperwasstillonmymind,andIhadn’tevenfuckedher.I’djusttonguedherhole,

lickedhernipplesabit,samplingthatsweetfleshbetweenherlegs.Whatthefuckwaswrongwithme?

Iusuallydon’tevenfrequentjointsliketheDonkeyClub.It’ssofuckinglow-class,thegirls

garishandcoarse,andthesetting,don’tevengetmestartedonthesawdustonthefloors,Iwasmadas
shitknowingI’dhavetogetmyshoesprofessionallycleanednow.Butthatgirl,fuckthatgirlwas
amazing.

She’dhadanamazingbody,firm,curvy,andluscious.Herswasahundredpercentrealthough,

thetitsheavyteardrops,herasstightwithajuicyhoneypot.Herhairwasnaturallystreakedbythesun,
withwarmcarameleyesandpillowy,kissablelips.NotthatI’dkissedthoselips.I’donlykissedher
bottomlips,andgoddamn,they’dbeendelicious.

“What’syourproblembrother?”askedLance.He’smytwin,bornonlyfiveminuteslater.We’re

realestateguys.Wesellpropertyinthecity,andshoot,thePhillipsGroupisthehighestgrossingteamin
thecountry.Wespecializeinmarketinghigh-endcondostointernationalbillionaires,nettingourselvesa
prettypennyintheprocess.

“It’sthatfuckingJaneStreetdeal,”Irumbled.“Thedeveloperisafuckingasshole,refusingtoput

inthehighendfinishesweagreedon.”

Butmybrotherknewmebetterthanthat.

“Patriciatellsmethatyoudidn’tcomehomefordinnerlastnight,”hedrawled.Patriciaismy

wannabegirlfriend,abeautifulwoman,reallytoobeautifulforherowngood.Wemetayearago,andshe
convenientlyquitherjobandmovedintomycondolastmonth,livingthehigh-life.Igothercreditcard
billseachmonthandbelieveme,thesewerebillsthatcouldmakeyourfuckingeyeballsbleed.

SoI’dbeenfeelingtrappedlately.Iknewwhatthewomanexpected:adiamondring,courtesyof

apalebluebox,soonandfast.Fuck.I’devenhalf-heartedlylookedatsomeringsonline,butcouldn’t
getmyselftopullthetrigger.

Lance,ontheotherhand,wasstilllivingthehighlife.Singleandreadytomingle,myasshole

twinwasgoingouteverynightlookingfortrouble,fuckinggirlsrightandleft.Fuckmylife!HowhadI
gottenhere,dreamingaboutastripperwho’dletmesuckhertits?Ah,screwit.

Iwasn’tabouttotellLanceaboutmydepravednightattheDonkeyClub.He’dconsiderit

slumming,afarcryfromthefancyjointshefrequented,filledwithbottleserviceandsleekmodels.ButI
wantedtogobackagain,ifonlytomomentarilyshakeoffthenightmarethatmylifehadbecome.

“UmyeahthatJaneStreetdeal,I’mgoingthrottleJamesandVikram,”Isaid,referringtothe

developersagain.“They’resuchfuckingbullshitters.Theywanttwenty-fivemillionfortheplaceand
won’tevenputinhigh-endfinishes?Fuckthem,”Igrowled.

Lancestillhadhiseyebrowsraised,butdidn’tpursueitfurther.Heknewwhennottopushme,

andstraightenedhistieinstead.

“TheboysandIaregoingtotheDreamHoteltonight,youwanttocome?”heasked.Byboyshe

meantJeremyandJonas,twodickwadswehungwithsometimes.

“Nah,”Igrowled.“IbettergoseewhatPatriciawants.”

ButIknewIwasheadedbacktotheDonkeyClub,toseethestripperwiththebigtitsandeven

biggersmile.She’dwormedherwayintomybrain…andseeingheragainwastheonlywaytorid
myselfoftheaddiction.

CHAPTERTHREE

Lance

IknewLoganwaslying.ThatfuckerwasalwaysbadatlyingwhichiswhyI’mthenegotiations

guy.Mybrotherischarismaticandfriendly,greatatgettingapotentialsellertolistwithus,atpartying
andmakingpeoplelikehim.Buthe’sneverbeengreatatdrivingahardbargain,slammingdownonhis
emotionswhileplayingthebigpoints.SoIknewhewaslyingthroughhisteeth.Ithadsomethingtodo
withwherehe’dbeenlastnight,andI’dbeentippedoffafterPatriciacalledme,hervoicevenomous.

“Where’sLogan?”shehissed.“DidyoutakeyourbrothertoClubLuxeagain?”Shewas

referringtoagentlemen’sclubaroundtownfamousforitshotunderagehookers.

“NoPatty,”Igroundout,knowingshehatedthatname.“IhavenoideawhereLoganis.Why

don’tyoutrycallinghim?”Isaid,myownvoicecoldasice.

There’snolovelostbetweenus.Patricia’slikeafuckingpoisonvinegrowingonmybrother’s

soul,andithurtmetoseehimlikethis,depressed,moody,notwantingtogohomebecausethatblood-
suckingleechwouldbethere.Eversinceshe’dhadthat“miscarriage”lastmonth,helethermoveinto
hisplace.Whatamistake.She’ddonenothingbutspendhismoneyandwhine,livingalifeofindolence
andgreed.God,howIhatedthatviper.

SoIknewmytwinwasn’theadedbacktothepenthousehesharedwithPatricia.Hewassneaking

off…towhere?Patriciakeepshimonatightleash,herfuckingminionsreportingbacktoheratevery
chance.

IwatchedasLogangrabbedhisstuff,callingdownstairsforhiscartobebroughtaround.Iheard

themotoroftheTeslaroarandwithasqueal,hewasoff.

Idialeddownstairsaswell,andhoppedintomyLamborghini.IhadafeelingIknewwherehe

washeaded…anditwasconnectedtoagirlweknewalongtimeago.

CHAPTERFOUR

Logan

IwasbackattheDonkeyClub,themusicbangingandgrinding,splittingmyeardrumsevenfrom

outside.

“Ahundredbuckscover,”spatadudewithagreasycomb-over.Ahundredbucksforthisjoint

whenlastnightithadbeenten?Whatthefuck?Butwhatevs,Iwasonamission.

Indoorsthenoisewasevenworse.Sawdustfleweverywhere,makingmythroatitchandeyes

water,theotherpatronsaline-upofred-neckmethusers.Wheredidthesepeoplecomefrom?

IknowI’manarrogantshit,usingphraseslike“thesepeople.”Butseriously,youdon’tfindfolk

likethisinManhattan.Therewereliterallydudeswearingoverallsandcowboyhats,liketheywerejust
backfromthefarmafterahardday’swork.Whatthefuck?Didn’ttheyseeitwastheconcretejungleout
there?

ButIwasheretofindonegirlonly.Ididn’tknowhername,whichwasprettypatheticbecause

howcouldIaskmanagementifshewasworkingtonight?ButI’dfindher.Agirllikethathasassets
worthsolidgold,andshe’dbeworkingthemforalltheywereworth.

Threegirlsshimmiedandjiggledon-stage,butnoneofthemwerethedeliciousblondeI’d

sampledlastnight.Iwaitedpatientlyintheback,semi-hiddeninthedarkness,wavingawaygirlswho
triedtoapproachme.

SuddenlyIheardthetrumpetingofbugles,acheesyprepackagedsoundeffect.

“Ladiesandgents,”blastedtheMC.“MayIannouncethestartoftonight’sMongoSizeContest?”

hechortled.

Whatthefuckwasthis?Weregirlswithhugebreastsgoingtogetupanddance,showingoff

obscenelyhugeknockers?God,Ihopednot.IhatedthoseGuinnessBookofWorldRecordtypes,the
girlswhocouldsmashwatermelonswiththeirDoubleHjugs.Itwasdisgusting,thewomenalmost
deformed,painfultolookatfrommultipleplasticsurgeries.

Butinstead,Isawthatsecuritywaslockingthedoors,ahushofanticipationdescendingoverthe

all-malecrowd.Abluelightcameonsignalingtheok,andtheMCgesturedforafewgirlstocomeon-
stage.

“Comeonladies,don’tbeshy…notthatyou’reevershy,”hecackledagain,thepurplevelvetsuit

makinghimlooklikeagarishclown.

Andohshit.Oneofthegirlswasthegirlfromlastnight,theoneIwaslookingfor.Shewas

luminous,herskingoldenandtan,herlegslongandshapely.Theothergirlwasjustmediocre,andthe
thirdwasdownrightfugly.Hey,thisistheDonkeyClub.Ifyouwanttofindastripperwhowasthe
productofincest,you’vecometotherightplace.

Isawthatmygirlwassmilingbutedgytoo.Why?Infact,allofthegirlslookedalittlejumpy,

nervouslyeyeingthecrowd.

“Alrightgents,it’sthefirsttimewe’rerunningtheMongoSizeContest,sothanksforforkingover

thatextracovertonight,onehundredpercentofitgoestoourgirls,”hesaidwithawink.Bullshit,that
coverwasgoingstraighttomanagement.ButwhatthefuckwastheMongoSizeContest?

Asifansweringmyunspokenquestion,theMCblaredagain.

“Thesegirliesherearegoingtoridesomedicks…andthegirlwhoridesthebiggestonewins!”

hecackled.

Noshit!Wasthisreallygoingtohappen?Weredudesreallygoingtoputtheirstiffiesoutthere

andletagirlclimboninpublic?Shit,thiscesspoolwasevenmoredepravedthanIthought.

Butsureenough,agreasydudesteppedup,oneofthoseJerseyShoretypeswho’sworkedoutso

hischestisreallybuilt-up,buthislegsscrawnyandchicken-like.

“Alright,let’stakethisgent’smeasurements!”announcedtheMC.Awomanwithalongruler

appeared,unzippinghispants.Hepulledouthisdong,andfuckthatthingwasamonster.Hebegan
strokingituntilitwasfull-size,andthenthewomanmeasuredit,whisperingintheMC’sear.

“Thisheregent’sgoteightinches!Eightsolidinchesofcockforagirltoride!Who’sgonnaride

himtonight?”

Thegirlslookedateachotheruneasily.Idon’tblamethem.Althoughitwastheirjob,eight

inchesisnevereasy,it’llstretcheventheloosestpussy.Withadeepbreath,themediocre-lookinggirl
steppedforward,probablyjusttogetthisoverwith.Sheputherarmsaroundthedude’sneckandhoisted
herselfup.Isawtheguy’scockquestaroundabitbeforefindingherhole,splittingthatwetfleshasshe
sankdownonthedong,herpussystrainingasitatethefuckpole.

Herfacewastwistedinagony,butafteraminuteorso,shewasabletosquirmdownalltheway

untiltheonlythingvisiblewashisballs.Thewomanwiththerulerreachedahanddowntocheck,and
sureenoughthedongwasallthewayin.ShegaveathumbsuptotheMCandheshoutedwithglee.

“Crystal’stakeneightstraight,allthewayupintothatsweetpussy.She’sgoingtowintheprize

unlessoneoftheothergirlstakesmore!”heroared.Shit,thiswassofuckingdepraved.Howmuchwere
thegirlsgettingtodothis?

Butbynow,aseconddudehadwandereduptothestage,hisdongout.Thismotherfuckerwas

alreadyhard,hisslitdripping,dropletsofpre-cumhittingthestage.Thewomanmeasuredhim,andthe
MCcalledout,“Teninches!Burtherehasteninchesforoneofourgirlstoride!”

Thistimethefuglyonesteppedforward.Thedudefrownedforamoment,pointinginsteadatmy

beautifulgirl,buttheMCoverruledhim.

“Nope,youknowtherules,ladies’choice.Sandy’schosenyou,andyougettofuckthislittle

bitch!”

Thistimethough,thefuglyonelayonherback,spreadingherlegs,gesturingforthedudetogeton

topofher.Really?Shewaslyingonsawdust,itwassofuckingunhygienic,probablyparticlesgettingin
hercuntfromthispigsty.

Butthedudedidn’tevenhesitate,unabletoresistafreefuck,andkneltbetweenherlegs,pushing

thatmassivedongin.Thegirlcriedout,andIcouldhearherscreamshrilly,evenfromtheback.Man,
shewasinsomerealpainfromthefuckpole!Buthedrilledherdeep,andwhenthewomanreferee
reachedahandintocheck,shegavetheMCathumbsup.

“That’srightfolks!Sandyisfuckingaten-inchcock,andboy,itisINalltheway!Kacey,canyou

dobetter?”hecrowed,glancingatmybeautifulblonde.Ohshit,itwastimetoseeiftherewasabigger
dongforKaceytoride.AtleastIknewhernamewasKaceynow.

AhugebikerdudeshoulderedhiswayuptothestageandIfeltmyhacklesrising.Hewasso

fuckingdisgusting,old,saggytattoosrunningupanddownhisarms,withanuntrimmedgreyish-yellow
goateeandaleathervestwith“Hellions”emblazonedingothicscriptontheback.Hellions,myass,this
dudewassixtyifaday,he’dbeluckyifhelastedanotherweekwithoutawheelchair.

Hepulledhisdickoutofhisleathersthough,andIhadtogivetheguycredit.Itwasbig,andas

thewomanmeasuredit,itrosestiffly,likeaflagwavinginthewind.

Kaceywaslookingatitwithfearandrevulsion,swallowingvisiblyandIsawhergiveaweak

smiletothebiker.Shethenstraightenedhershoulders,givingherheadasmallshakeofdetermination,
andstaredatthatdickasifpumpingherselfup.

Irespectedherforthat.Mylittlegirlwasaprofessional,evenwhenfacedwiththemost

disgustingoftasks.

TheMCburstout,“LeatherDanisallofeleveninches!IfKaceycantakeitall,thenshewinsthe

prizeunlesssomeonewithabiggerdongcomesforward!”

Iwasrevoltedatthethoughtofmylittlegirlclimbingontothatpole,stripperornot.Ihesitated

foramoment,notsurethatIwantedtofuckinpublic,butthethoughtofthatdelicioussteamypussyin
closecontactwithBikerDan?Icouldn’ttakeit.

Ishovedmywaytothefrontofthecrowd,mountingthestepstothestage.Kaceylookedatme

withconfusion,thendawningrecognitionwhenshesawthatIwastheguyfromlastnight.Iflashedhera
smile,confidentlyunzippingmyfly.

Andahushdescendedoverthecrowdbecausemymemberhadjerkedout…andIwasfifteen

incheslong.Kaceywasgoingtohavetofitfifteeninchesinhercunnytowinthiscontest,mypoleboldly
purple,bulgingwithveinsasitpointedstraightatmylittlegirl.

Shewaslovingitthough.Shestaredatmyfuckpolelikeitwasthetastiestsausage,somethingshe

couldn’twaittofitintoherscorchingcunny,lickingherlipsabsentmindedlyassheeyedmylengthand
girth.Ohfuck!Ihadafuckslutonmyhands,myfavoritetypeoffemale.Shenodded,andwithasaucy
lookatme,gotdownonherhandsandkneesinthesawdust.

Ikneltbehindher,waitingpatientlyasthewomanmeasuredmydick.Sureenough,fifteeninches

wasdeclared.

“Fifteeninches!”criedtheMC.“Weain’teverseenthisbefore!Fittingfifteeninches!”he

hollered.

AndIprobedherlittleslitwithmymember,notingwithsatisfactionthatshewastotallylubedup,

theairheavywithheraromaticfemalescent.

“Ready?”Igrowledundermybreath.

Andthelittleblondenoddedatmeeversoslightly,tossingherhairandgivingmeasexysmile

overhershoulder.

Withamassivepump,Ifuckedintoher.Shewasliterallyliftedoffherhandsandkneesabit,my

shaftwassofuckingbig,skeweringheronmypenislikeapigonaroast.Shescreamed,throwingher
headback,herpussystretchedunbearably,labialikethinrubberbandspinchedaroundmydickwithno
choicebuttosubmit.Shesquealedagain,theviolationsocomplete,sooverwhelming,thathereyes
rolledbackforamoment.Finallythough,Kaceycalmedandtriedtobreathe.

“Slowly,slowly,”Imurmured,myhandscaressingherwaistandass.BecauseIwasonlyinabout

fiveinches…andtherewasstilltentogo.Shemusthavesuspectedbecauselookingoverhershoulder,
shewhimpered,cowedbyhowmuchmanmeatwasleft.

Irubbedherassagain,soothinglystrokingthatfirmgoldenflesh.

“Youcandoit,”Iurged.Slowly,Ibeganpressingmyhipsforward,burrowingmyselfintothat

tighttunnel,packingherfullasshesquealedagain,tossingherhair,herlittlebodystrugglingasshewas
reamed.Andwithafinalthrust,Iwasinalltheway.

Thecrowdroared.They’dwitnessedanamazingfuck,atinygirltakingthebiggestdongthey’d

everseen.AndIknewIwasinallthewayevenbeforethewomancametocheck,myballsbanging
againstherclit,notamillimeterofshaftvisiblebetweenherbuttcheeksandmypelvis.

“That’sitfolks!”shoutedtheMC.“Kaceywinsthecontestbytakingafifteen-incher!Andfolks,”

hesaid,hisvoicedroppinganoctave.“Ithinkwe’veseensomemagictonight,don’tyou?Fifteenisthe
stuffoflegend,buttonight,attheDonkeyClub,arecordhasbeenbroken!”

IwasjustabouttopulloutwhenavoiceIknewalltoowellcalledout,“AndwhatdoesKacey

getifshetakestwofifteen-inchers?”

Myheadswungaroundandmettheownerofthoseeyes…myfuckingtwinLance,whomusthave

followedmetotheclub.

CHAPTERFIVE

Lance

Thesightofthegirlmademegasp.I’dfollowedLogantotheclub,tailinghiminmy

Lambhorgini.Isawthefuckerwalkuptoaseedyjointwithadonkeypaintedonthedoor,aburly-looking
dudemanningtheline.Loganpaidtogoin,andIwasaghast.Seriously?Hewaspayingmoneytogo
intoashitholelikethis?Dude,theguymusthavebeenreallyfeelingdown.

Ibalkedwhenthedoormandemandedahundredbucks,butheywhatever,anythingtoseewhatmy

browasupto.Adarkvelvetcurtainwassweptaway,andIsawexactlywhatIexpected.Sawdust
floors,broken-downfurniture,andabarthatlookedlikeitservedmoonshineandpeanuts,notasingle
bottleofdecentliquorinsight.Fuck,whatthefuckwasmybrotherthinking?

ButIscannedthecrowdandsawLogansittingintheback,partiallyhiddenbehindacolumn.

Okay,atleasthewasmaintainingalowprofileinsteadofdancinglikeadrunkenmonkeyupfront,the
waysomeoftheseredneckswere.

Suddenly,thedoorclangedshutbehindmeandabluelightcameon.

“Gents,it’stimefortheMongoSizeContest!”crowedagreasy-lookingguyinavelveteensuit.

Wherediddudesfindoutfitslikethat?Thecarnivalstore?Thepurplevelvetwasfuckingridiculous.

ButIwasastoundedatwhathappenednext.Imean,high-endgentlemen’sclubsabsolutely

providesex,butit’susuallyintheback,they’renotlookingtogivefolksafreesexshow.ButtheDonkey
Clubwassorancidthatthegirlswereactuallygoingtofuckmeninpublic,for“anundisclosedprize.”
WTF?!Thiswaslikesomekindofx-ratedwetT-shirtcontest,wheregirlsgotnakedandmountedbig
dicks.

Butassoonasthegirlswalkedonstage,IknewwhatLoganwasherefor.Thethirdgirl,the

beautifulblonde,wasexactlyhistype.Shewassensuous,curvy,likeaMalibuBarbiebutsizeXXL.

AndofcoursewhenitgottoKacey’sturn,mybrothergotup,lettinghisdongoutofthecage.I

knewwhatwascoming.LoganandIhavemassivecocks,almostageneticanomaly,ourpricksareso
fuckinghugewhenstiff.AndLoganwasdefinitelyaroused,hiscocklikeamagnetorientednorth,
pointingattheprettygirlthemomentitburstfree.

Fromtheirinteraction,Icouldtellthatthey’dmetbefore.Shegavehimadazzlingsmile,wiggling

hercunnyandtitsashewalkeduptothestage,almostslaveringasshegotdownonherhandsandknees,
waitingforthemightydongtodoitsjob.

Andofcoursehefuckedher,thelittlegirl’seyesrollingupinherhead,thehardsqueezing,the

slowbutdeterminedslideofmytwinashepushedthatveiny,thickmemberintohersalivatingcunt.
Therewasliterallyjuicedrippingontothefloorfromtheirjoinedbodies,noneedforKY,nosirree.

ButIwantedtouptheantealittle.AfteritwasclearKaceyandLoganwonthecontest,Istepped

uptothestage.

“Whathappensifthislittlegirltakesanotherfifteenincher?”Isaid,unleashingmyflytoreveal

mywood.Nevertofailme,mydickpoppedout,adeeppinkshaftofsteel,alreadydrippingpre-cum
fromtheslit.

“Ohshiiiit,”gaspedtheMC.Weweredefinitelyinunchartedterritory.Buttherewerenorulesto

thisso-calledcontest,somightaswelldouble-down.

“Howabout,”Isuggested,“HowaboutifKaceytakesbothmeandmybrother,shegetsacool

$10kbonus?”

TheMCshookhishead,knowinghisbosseswouldneveragree.Buttheroarofthecrowdwas

overwhelming,menpoundingontables,shakingchairs,shoutinglikehooligans.Afterall,howoftenisit
yougettoseeabeautifulgirlDP’dontwo15-inchidenticaltwincocks?Thiswasbetterthanthebest
pay-per-view.

TheMCkeptonstaringintothedarkness,hiseyessquinting,untilfinallyhenodded.

“Okay,Mr.Twin,itlookslikeDonkeyClubmanagementhasagreedtoyourterms.Ifyouandyour

brotherareabletogetbothyourdickssqueezedintothislittlegirl,thenshegetsanextra$10kforher
servicestonight!”

Smiling,Istrokedmyshaft,thebulbousheadswellingandgrowingbeforethecrowd’seyes.

“I’msureshecandoit,”Imurmured,lookingatthelittlegirl.

Here’sthefirsttimethatItookagood,close-uplookatKacey.Sheandmybrotherwerestill

lockedinadoggieposition,notfinishedfuckingwhenI’dcomeuptothestage.Hisshaftwasabout
halfwayinherfromtheback,hercuntgleamingandmoist,visiblypulsingaroundthatmassivemember.

ButshelookedhesitantwhenIapproachedher.Notonlywasoneofherholesalreadyfilled,but

shewasgoingtotakefifteeninches…upherassthistime.

Igotonmykneesinfrontofhermouth,lightlyslappingmydickagainsthercheek,gettingherused

tothefeel.

“Don’tworrylittlegirl,”Icrooned.“Getmewetandit’llfeelbetterinyourbutt,”Ipromised.

Herblueeyesbig,shelookedupatmewithfearbutalsotrust,obedientlyopeninghermouth,

pursingthosepinkglossylipsintoadelicious“O”aroundmycock.

“Unnf!”Igruntedasshebegantosuck,hertonguedoingcirclesaroundmyshaft,teasingmyslit

beforerubbingsensuouslyagainstthatspotontheheadthatIlike.“Mmf!”Igroanedagain,grabbing
handfulsofherhairasItriedtoresistsavagelyface-fuckingher.

Meanwhile,mybrotherstarteduparhythminhercuntagain,goingatherfrombehind.

“Fuck,hervagfeelsgoodwhenthere’sdickinhermouth,”hegrunted,grabbingaholdofher

fleshyhipsandreallyrunninghiscockindeep.

Thelittlegirlwasstrugglingwithmypenis,salivaalreadydrippingtothefloorasshetriedvainly

totakemefully,andIwantedtoteachherhowtosuckdickmorethananything.Butthiswasn’tthetime.
Peoplewerewaitingforashow,andIwasn’tabouttoletthemdown.

Slowlypullingmycockfromhermouth,Iwatchedasinchafterinchofitappearedfrombetween

herlips,acluboffleshbeingpulledfromthefemalebody.Mypeniswassaturatedfromhersaliva,and
thatwouldhavetobeenough.

Movinginbackofher,Istraddledthelittlegirlinfrontofmybrother,carefulnottoputanyweight

onherasIprobedherrectumwithmymonster.Loganpausedinhisfuckingforamomenttoletmeget

in.Helpfully,hepulledherbuttcheeksapart,revealingthatdarkstar,herasssteamyandaromatic,
sweatyfromthebrightlights.

“Goatitbrother,”hegrowled.“Becareful,she’sfuckingtight.”

“Yeahbro,”Imuttered.Slowly,Irubbedmydickheadaroundheranus,lubingitup,before

pressingfirmlyagainstherbutton-hole.Sheresistedatfirst,herfacescrewingupinagony,butIpressed
forwardsuntilwithalittlepop,herpuckergaveway,lettingmeburrowafewinches.Fuck!Itfelt
fuckingamazing,shewassohot,sotight,sodry,Ithoughtmydickwouldexploderightthenandthere.

ButIwasn’tdoneyet.Withmybrotherholdingheropen,Ikeptpushinguntilwithadeeppopping

sound,hersphinctergaveway,andIslidanotherfewinchesintoherrectum,maybeaboutteninches
buriedinherbackholenow.

Thistimethegirlscreamed,herfacepressedtothefloorinagonyandecstasy,herblondehair

streamingalloverhershouldersashercunnyandasstwitched.

“Shhh,noworriesbaby,you’redoinggreat,”Iencouraged,strokingherbackwithmydickburied

inherbehind.Icouldfeelmybrother’spolethroughherthinvaginalwall,thedualhardnessarousing,a
prickthatrubbedagainstmineasImademyentrance.

Andwithalast,hardshove,Iplowedintoherrectum,allfifteeninchesembeddedinthattiny,

tightass.Kaceyscreamedloudthistime,raisingherheadtotheheavens,hereyesclosed,facearictusof
painasIembeddedmyselfinherGItract.

“Shhhbaby,it’sallover,youdidit,”Imurmuredagain,strokingthatgoldenhair,rubbingcircles

onhersmoothflesh.Herbreastsheavedasshetookdeepbreaths,herlittlebodytryingtostretch,to
accommodateusboth,toletusfuckherandhaveourway.

Andsureenough,afterafewseconds,shebegantorelax.Igesturedforthewomanwiththeruler

tocomeover,andshethrustherhandbetweenourbodiestomakesurethatIwasindeedfullyembedded.
ShenoddedtotheMC,who’dbeenstandingspeechlessthroughouttheperformance,andthedudebabbled
intothemicrophone.

“Thisisitfolks!Kaceyhasearnedatenthousanddollarbonusforherabilitytotakefifteen-

inchers…inhercuntandherass!”heroared,hiseyesalmostpoppingoutofhissockets.

AndIadmit,itwasanarousingsight.Apetiteblonde,onherhandsandknees,violatedbytwo

six-fourdudeswithmassivefuckingfifteen-inchpricks.Shitdidn’tgetbetterthanthis.

AndsomybrotherandIstartedfuckingher,drivingourdicksinandout,movinginasyncopated

rhythm.Iwon’tlie--we’vedonethisbefore.MybrotherandIoftensharegirlsbecausewelikethe
sametype–curvy,blondeandslutty.Andifagirlcangettwodicksininsteadofone,thenwhynot?
We’veneverbeenturneddown,thechicksarealwayscuriousformore.

Sowefuckedheruntilwecame,explodingwithmassiveroarsintoourlittlegirl’stwatandass.I

pulsedheavingstreamsofsemenintoherGItract,ropeafterropeofjismcoatingher,thehotgoostaining
herinsides.Simultaneously,Loganexplodedinhercunt,sprayingherfertilefieldswithstreamsofman
milk,hisvirilespermcoatingherovariesandprobablyfuckingababyintoher.

Butaswefinishedourpulsing,thejizzslowlydripping,IthoughtbacktowhyIwashere.

SomethingaboutKaceyhauntedme,likeglimpseintothefuzzy,distantpastbestleftunremembered.Long

ago,LoganandIhadlovedagirlwhodiedtragically,andshelookedjustlikestripperbeneathus.Were
wefuckingKaceytobringthatwomanbacktolife?

CHAPTERSIX

Kacey

Ithadbeenoverwhelming,exhilarating,andfrankly,alittlescary.Ihadn’twantedtodothe

contestbecauseofwhatcouldhappen.AlthoughtheDonkeyClubhadneversponsoredaMongoSize
showbefore,ithadputonaliverevuecalledBig-BreastedBettiesthathadn’tendedwellforthe
performers.Thegirlshadhadtogotothehospital,theirtitsrawandwrungoutfrommultipledudes
suckingandgnawingatthem.

SotheMongoSizethingsoundedlikeabadidea.Whenpresentedtousbackstage,we’dallshook

ourheadsno.

“Nofuckingway,Lester,”saidShanina,adusky,sloe-eyedbeauty.“NofuckingwayamIfucking

somemonsterdickonstageunlessit’sforalot,andImeanalot,ofmoney.”

Thataboutsummedupourfeelings.Thegirlswho’ddoneBig-BreastedBettieshadbeenpaid

decently,butwithnohealthinsurance,they’dhadtospendtheso-calledbonuspayonhospitalbills.
Wherewasthejusticeinthat?

AndsoLesterpresentedareviseddealfrommanagement.Thethreegirlswhoparticipatedwould

get$5keach,nomatterwhowon.Andwegotourmoneybycertifiedcheckbeforetheconteststarted,not
after.

Sotherewasdefinitelyanincentivetoputout.Imean,fivethousandisalotofmoneytome.I

knowgirlsatthebigclubscanearnthatmuchinanight,butattheDonkeyClub,agoodnightforusis
threehundredbucks.Menheretipwithonesandmaybefives,notthetwentiesorhundredsthatthegirls
atSkyeandMystiquerakein.

Worstofall,Ireallyneededthemoney.Myrentwaslateagain,andIneededtocomeupwith

ninehundredformyportionasapbeforethefirst.Thisfivethousandwouldbethestartofaneweraof
financialresponsibilityIpromisedmyself.

Sowhenitwastimetogetuponstage,wesmiled,weshimmied,weactedlikeprofessionals,

albeitnervousones.Thefirsttwodudeswhocameupweresofuckingdisgusting,Icouldn’tbringmyself
tohavesexwiththemalthoughIknewIwasonlyprolongingtheinevitable.Andmystomachdropped
whenitcametomyturn.Theleatherbikerdude,theold,fatonewith“Hellion”onhisbikerjacketcould
havebeenmygymteacherfromfifthgrade,theonewholikedboys.Icursedmyselffornotgoingfirst.

ButthenIsawhim.Themanfromlastnight,thedark,dangerousonewiththepenetratinggreen

eyes.Hewasmakinghiswayuptothestage,unzippinghisfly,and…mymouthfellopenwhenIsawhis
dongpopout.Itwasamonster.Fifteeninchesatleast,themyththatallstripperstalkabout.AndnowI
wasgoingtotakeitonstageinfrontofacrowd!

Mylittlecunnyshiveredandtrembled.Iwasterrified,sureI’dbeusedandrawtomorrow,barely

abletowalk.Butatthesametime,Iwasunmistakablyturnedon,leakingbetweenmylegs,mysweet
femalejuicelubingmeupforthemassivefuckingtocome.

Andohgod,butitfeltdamngood.Thedongliftedmeintheair,jouncingmeupanddown,itwas

sofuckingbigandIfeltsostretched,sotight,sofemaleridingthatrod,lettingitdemonstrateitsmastery

overme.

Andwhenaseconddarkstrangerappeared,Icouldhardlybelievemyeyes.Mydreamguyhada

twin?Theroarfromthecrowdwasoverwhelming,menpoundingtheirfistsonthetable,stampingtheir
feet,wantingtoseemeviolatedtwoways–thirtyinchestotal.SoIwasashamedatmysluttinessbutalso
alittleproud.Imean,howmanygirlscansaythey’vetakenthirtyinches?I’vedoneit…andIloved
everysecond.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Logan

IsilentlycursedLance.Themotherfuckerhadtrailedmetotheclub,stalkingmeforfuck’ssake.

Mytwinknewmetoowellandhadfollowedme,slippinginbeforetheylockedthedoors,joiningmein
mymomentofglorywiththebeautifulblonde,drivinghisdickupherass.

Iwasn’tangryaboutthegirl–wesharewomenallthetime.Afterall,lotsoffemalesfantasize

aboutdoingtwomenatonce.Andifthey’rehandsomeidenticaltwinswithbigsausages?Sign‘emup,
pronto.

Soyeah,LanceandIhavenoproblemwithsloppyseconds.I’vetastedhisseed,he’seatenmy

creampies,ithappenswhenthere’sonlyonecunnyinvolved.

ButIwasfuckingpissedathimnow.WhythefuckwashebringingupKathryn?

“Whatthefuckisyourproblem,man?”Igrowled,grabbingmyjacket.Bynow,we’dmadeour

wayoffstage,givingKaceysweet,lingeringkissesasshewipedourcumfromherbody.Shewasgetting
changedandwouldmeetusoutbackinfifteen,hopefullyforsomemoresensualpenetration.Butfornow,
Iwantedtospeakwithmybrotherinprivate.

“WhyareyoubringingupKathryn?”Igroundoutagain,myhacklesraised.

Thesmugjerkwasstilltuckinghisshirtathim,ignoringthestaresaroundus.

“KaceylooksjustlikeKathryn,don’tyouagree,brother?”heasked.“Imean,areal

doppelganger,maybeshe’sevenleft-handedlikeKathryn.”

Ismoldered.Kathrynhadbeensomeonespecialtous.Agirlwe’dbeendating,probablytheonly

onewe’deverreallyloved.LanceandIhadmetheratsummercamp,justthesweetestblondething,a
nubile,loving,warmseventeenyear-old.We’dspentthesummerfuckingillicitlyinthewoods,inour
cabins,inthelake,anywherewherewecouldfindsomeprivacy,andsomeplaceswhichweren’tso
privateeither.

Butitwaswhathappenedafterwardsthathauntedme.

I’dbeendrivinganoldcar,deliveringsomecampsupplies,Kathryninthefrontseat,whenI’d

lostcontrol.Weplungedoffabridgeintoalake,and…fuck,thiskillsmestill.I’dmanagedtogetfree
ofmyseatbeltandswimthroughthewindowonmyside.Kathrynwasstrugglingfranticallywithherseat
belt,finallymanagingtounbuckleherself.She’dtriedtoopenthepassengerdoor,butitwasstuck,and
therewasnowaytoopenthewindoweither,theelectronicswereonthefritz.

AsfastasIcould,I’dswumovertohersideofthecar,tryingtobreakherwindowwithmyarm,

withmyelbow,evenkickingit,myheavyshoespoundingontheglass.Butwaterisreallydense,andmy
kickshadnoneoftheforcetheywouldhavehadonland.

IthengesturedforKathryntotryandswimovertomyside,escapingthroughthewindowonmy

side,butshe’dstartedtopanicandmusthaverunoutofair.Shebreathedin,andimmediatelystarted
bloatingandchoking,thesightahorrificmemorytothisday.Kathryngaspedunderwater,holdingher
neckfranticallyasherheadbobbedbackandforth,andI’llneverforgetthesightofourbeautifulgirl

dyingaslow,waterydeath.

Itbreaksmeupstill.Lancehadn’tspokentomeformonths,evenafterherdeathhadbeen

declaredaccidental.AdistinctchillhadcomebetweenusbecauseI’dinordinatelycausedthedeathof
theloveofourlife.Weweretwoboyscrushed,defeated,thespirittakenoutofus.

Andsotragedyhadstruckateighteen,andevensevenyearslater,therewerestillremnantsof

intensegrief.I’mnotsurewhatdrewmetoKacey.Maybeitwastheblondehairandshapelyfigure,but
hell,therearetonsofcurvyblondesoutthere.Therewassomethingdeeperaboutthis…andwewereon
acollisioncoursetohell.

CHAPTEREIGHT

Kacey

“Hey,Ma,”Isaidonthephone.IstillcalledhomefaithfullyalthoughI’vedonemybesttohide

whereI’mfrom.Afterall,nocustomerwantstoknowthatyou’refromtheghettoinNewJersey,raised
byasinglemominahovel.Maleclientswanttopretendyou’reanairlinestewardess,someonesexyand
mysteriouswholeadsaglamorouslife.Inrealitythough,Iwasfromanurbanslumwheregunshotsrang
outnightafternight.

“Kacey,”saidmymom,wheezingslightly.“How’slifeinthebigcitytreatingyou?”

“It’sgood,Ma,”Ireplied.Ididn’taddthatI’dbarelycomeupwithmyrentmoneyagain.“How

areyoudoing?”Iasked.

“Good,good,”coughedmymom.Withaworriedfrown,Ishookmyhead.Mymomreallywasn’t

soundinghealthy.Acoupleyearsago,shecamedownwithsevereasthma,probablyfromworkinginthat
cardboardfactoryforthelastfifteenyears.Ispentagoodchunkofmyearningspayingforhermedication
andinhalersbecausethecompany’shealthcareplanwassoterrible.

“Howisyournon-profitjob?”askedmymom.Isighed.Mywhitelieshadgrowntothepoint

whereIdidn’tevenknowhowtoexplainthatIdidn’tworkatanon-profit,thatI’dneverworkedatanon-
profit,andactuallydancedinaclubforcashinstead.Imean,howdoyoutellyoursickmomsomething
likethat?

“It’sgood,”Imumbled,shame-faced.Iwasgladshecouldn’tseeme,thereweretearsstinging

myeyes.

“Helpingallthoseimmigrants?PresidentObamahasdeportedmorepeopleduringhistimein

officethanthepastonehundredyearscombined,”shesaid,hervoicesharpeningforonce.

That’sthethingaboutmymom.She’sactuallyincrediblywell-readandintelligent,shejustnever

hadachanceinlife.Shegotpregnantwithmewhenshewassixteenbysomesailorwhodisappeared,
andherlifekindawentdownhillafterthat.Shewasn’tabletofinishhighschool,andwithoutanyfamily
tohelpherout,welivedonwelfarewhenIwasakid.Finally,mymomwasabletolandastablejobat
thecardboardfactory,andthestatemovedusintotheprojects.Itsoundssad,butIwasneversohappyas
toliveintheprojectsbecausewehadanapartmentofourown,astepupfromtheshelterhousingwe’d
beenstayingin.

“Iknow,Ma,”Isaidquietly.“Thecasesatthenon-profitarereallytroublesomeandsad.”

“AndKacey,haveyoustartedthoselawschoolapplicationsyet?”mymomchirped,sounding

brighter.“YouknowAuntieGraceofferedtoproofreadyouressaysforyou,shewasanEnglishmajorat
UCLA.”

Mythroattightened.Mymomalwayswantsthebestforme,mycurrentsituationonlyunderlining

howfarI’dfallen.

“Notyet,Ma,butIwill,”Ichokedout.Iwouldn’tbegoingtolawschoolforalongtime,butwas

tooashamedtotellmymom.LittledidsheknowthatI’ddroppedoutofCityCollegetofocuson
dancing.Ineededthemoney,anditwastoohardtogotoschool,study,taketheLSATandapplytolaw

schoolallthewhilestrippingattheDonkeyClub.

“Makesureyoudo,honey,”saidmymomgently.“Ihearlawschoolapplicationshavedeclined

recentlysothismightbeagoodtimetoapply,”shecontinued.“You’resuchasmartgirlandwealways
sticktogetherbaby,”shereassuredme.“I’llfindsomewaytohelpyoupayfortuition,evenifitmeans
takingdoubleshiftsatthefactory.”

“NoMa,don’tworryaboutit,Ithinktherearetuitionwaiversforpeoplewhocommittocareers

inpublicinterest,soit’sokay,”Isaidfirmly.NowaywasmyMomgoingtoworkonemoredaythan
necessaryinthatstupidpaperfactory.Itwaskillingheralready,andIwantedhertoretireasap.

“Well,keepyoureyeontheballhoneyandyou’llgetthere,”sheencouraged.“Areyoustill

visitingnextweekend?”

Ismackedmyforehead.Ohright,I’dpromisedtomakethetrekouttoNewarknextweekend.

Dammit,itwasgoingtobeFourthofJulyandguysusuallytippedwellonlongweekends.Butitwasher
birthdayandI’dalreadypromisedtogo.

“Yes,ofcourse.Can’twaitMa,seeyouthen!”Isaidwithfakecheer.

“Okayhoney,Ihaveaspecialsurprise.Iwantyoutomeetmydoctor,he’sbeensogoodtome

withthisallergystuff,”shestartedtowheeze.

Whywouldshewantmetomeetherdoctor?Isighed.ButIfigureditwasjusteasiertoagree.

“YesMa,Icantakeyoutoanappointment,happytodrive,”Isaid.“Justtakecareofyourselfin

themeantime,okay?”Iaskedanxiously.Ifeltsadthatmymomwasaloneinsmall,shabbyapartment.I
resolvedtobringsomeflowers,orsomethingcolorfulandnice.Afterall,she’draisedmeagainstthe
oddsanditwastheleastIcoulddo.

ButIcouldfeelinmybonesthatsomethingwasoff.AndIonlyprayedthatthedoctorhadgood

newsforus…andnotbad.

CHAPTERNINE

Lance

Iimpatientlyfidgetedwithmysleeve,callingouttomybrother,“Youreadyyet?”Asusual,Logan

wasn’tevennearready.Thedudelikestolookgoodandtakeshisgoddamntimegettingpretty.Usuallyit
wouldn’tmatter,buttodayPatriciawasathome,andshewaseyeingmelikeasnakestalkingamouse.

“Lance,”shesaidsweetly,hervoiceallpoison.“Loganwillbeoutsoon.Whydon’tyouhavea

drink?”

Seriously?WeweredrivingmyLambointoJersey,aflashycanary-yellowsportscarthat

attractedthepolicelikebeestohoney,andshewastellingmethatIshoulddrinkbeforedriving?This
bitchwasuptonogood.

“Nothanks,I’lljusthavesomewater,”Isaidcoldly.

IfthegirlattheclubhadbeenKathryn’sidenticaltwin,thenPatriciawasKathryn’spolar

opposite,inlooksanddemeanor.HowcouldLoganstandlivingwithher?Itwasbeyondme.

Butshewasabeauty,Ihavetoadmit,ifyoulikewomenwiththeairofCruelladeVille.Sleek,

sinuousblackhairfelllikeawaterfalldownherback,andherwhipthinframewasdressedinthefinest
designerclothes,purchasedcourtesyofmybrother.AsfarasIcouldtell,Patricianolongerworked.For
awhile,she’dhadsomePRjobatafashioncompany,butprobablyquittheminuteshemovedinwith
Logan.Nowshespentherdaysdoing…whatexactly?IrealizedIhadnoidea.

“SoPatricia,”Isaidwithahintofmenaceinmyvoice.“Tellmeaboutyourjob.”Letthebitch

answerthatone.

“Ohjobschmob,”shesaid,wavingherhandairily.“Loganwantsmetostayhomefornowand

takecareoftheapartment,”shesaid.“Plus,Imightbepregnant,youneverknow,soit’snotagoodtime
formetolookforwork,”shecontinued.

Ialmostspatoutthewater.TrustPatriciatothrowthegrenaderightback.Pregnantwithmyniece

ornephew!Hellno!WhatthefuckwasLoganthinkingimpregnatingthisbitch?Mythoughtsmusthave
shownonmyfacebecausePatriciainterceded.

“Don’tlooksoexcitedLance,”shesaidsilkily.“Heorshewouldbeyourbloodaswell.”

True,buthopefullyanychildrelatedtomewouldn’tbethespawnofthiswhore.

PatriciaisoneareawhereLoganandIvehementlydisagree.Again,mybrotherandIusually

sharegirls,thestripperfromlastweekbeingnoexception.Buthe’dgonethroughsomekindofdark
periodlastyear,probablyruminatingoverKathryn’sdeathagain,andPatriciahadlatchedonwhenhe
wasweak.She’dforcedhimtogotoashrinkorsomething,andbeforeIknewit,theywereacoupleand
Patriciahadmovedin.Man,thisbitchwasmanipulative.

Ihatedherguts,andsheknewit.Thegoodthingwas,shedidn’tknowthatLoganhadfucked

anothergirllastweek,onethatlookedlikeourlostlove,andIwasn’tabouttotellher.Hey,ifyour
boyfriendstepsoutonyou,that’dbegroundsforbreakingup,butwithPatricia,she’dprobablyjustuse
thechainsofguilttobindLoganevenmoretightly.

Mybrotherfinallyappeared,handsomeandclean-shaven,dressedinadarksuit,notie.

“Readybrother?”Iasked.Henodded,searchingforhismoneyclipandthrustingitintohispocket

beforegrunting,“Yourcarormine?We’reheadedtoNewarkright?”

Ifrowned.Newark?Wasthatwhereourdadwantedtomeetforlunch?Thehospitalheworked

atwasinNewark,buthelivedinCloster,abeautifulsuburbofNewJersey.Whythefuckdidhewantus
tomeethimatwork?

Ishrugged.“Ifwe’regoingtoNewark,bettertakeyourcar,”Isaid.ThegreyTeslawasless

flashythantheyellowLambo,althoughcaraficionadoswouldspotitimmediately.

“ByePatty,”Isaid,usingthenicknameIknewshehated.

“Takecare,”shesaid,kissingLogangoodbye.Icouldseehimstiffenassheneared,likewatching

arattlesnakeapproach.Buthemanagedtoacceptherkissbeforegrabbinghiskeysandpunchingthelight
fortheelevator.Mybrotherwasn’thappyinhisrelationship,thatwasobvious…andtheDonkeyClub
wasonlythemostrecentproof.

CHAPTERTEN

Logan

MybrotherandPatriciahadbeenabouttoripeachother’seyesout,IcouldtellwhenIenteredthe

livingroom.Neitherofthemarethesubtletype.Patriciawaspracticallyhissing,clawsout,andmytwin
lookedlikehecouldpoundconcrete.

Isighed.I’dgottenmyselfintothismess,anditwasuptometogetmyselfout.ButIdidn’twant

tothinkaboutitnow.Withalltheconfusionswirlinginmyhead,fromthegirlattheDonkeyClubtothe
imagesofKathryn,Ijustwantedtoliveinpeaceforawhile,focusonthelunchwithDad,enjoyanice
meal.He’daskedustomeethimatthehospital,whichwasweird,butIassumedwewerejustpicking
himupbeforegoingtoarestaurantnearby.

Unfortunately,whenwecalledfromthecar,heinstructedustoparkandcomein.

“Noneed,we’rehappytocircleuntilyou’reready,”saidLance,hiseyebrowsraisedatthe

surroundingneighborhood.NewarkGeneralisinaseedypartoftown,andIwasn’tcomfortableparking
myTeslainaplacelikethis,valetserviceornot.

Butwithabigsigh,Igavein.Whatthehell,mydadwassixty-five,abusy,well-respected

professionaldeterminedtoworkuntilhislastday,andImightaswelljustsayyes.Wepulledintoa
publicparkinggarageandtheattendant’seyeslitupwhenhesawmycar.Isighedagain.

“Takecareofherokay?”Iasked,handinghimmykeys.IfIwaslucky,he’djusttakeitforaquick

spinandnotafull-outdragrace.

ButwhenLanceandIshowedupatPulmonologyDepartment,thereceptionistdirectedustothe

chapelonthesecondfloorinstead.“Yourdad’salreadythere,”shesaid,herfacegivingnothingaway.

Ohgod.Probablyachildhaddiedandmydadwantedustoattendthewake,outofrespect.I

hatedkid’sfunerals,they’retentimesmoredepressingthananadultone,andwe’dbeentoafewinthe
past.

MybrotherandIquietlymadeourwayintothechapelandsurprisingly,ourdadwasstandingat

thealtarwithapriest,nocasketinsight.

“HeyDad,”Isaid,givinghimahug.“What’sallthis?Ithoughtweweregoingforlunch.”

“HowaboutMcVittie’s?”threwinLance.

Mydadlaughed.He’sahandsomeman,evenatsixty-five,andit’seasytotellwe’rerelated.All

threeofusaretallandathletic,althoughmydad’sshrunksomewhatwithage,hispostureslightlystooped.

“Myboysarealwaysthinkingaboutfood,”hechuckledjovially.“PastorVince,pleasemeetmy

sonsLoganandLance,thenon-stopeatingmachinesofNewJersey.”

Itwastrue.GrowingupmybrotherandIhadconsumedenormousamountsoffood,forcingour

cheftogogroceryshoppingeveryday,andcookinghadbeenoneofthefirstskillswe’dlearned.Icould
makeamakeameansteak,andLance’sspecialtywasbarbecue,completewithcollardgreensandcorn.

Butbeforewecouldconfirmalunchplace,mydadspokeup.

“Logan,Lance,I’veaskedyouheretobebestmenatmywedding,”heannounced.

“What?”gawkedLance.Ihavetosaythattheexpressiononmyfacecouldn’thavebeenanymore

flattering.

“You’rerightintimetomeetyournewstepmom,”hewhisperedastheweddingmarchbegan

playing,gesturingustostandaside.

Andlikeautomatons,mybrotherandItookourplacenexttoourfatherasthedoorsswungopen

…andtherestoodKacey,fromtheDonkeyClub.

CHAPTERELEVEN

Lance

Holyshit!Iwasabouttovomit.Thegirlwe’dfuckedlastweekwasgoingtobeournew

stepmom?Ifeltphysicallyill,abouttoupchuckontothechapelfloor.Loganstiffenedbesidesme,his
facegoingpale,hisexpressionunreadable.

AndKaceylookedjustasthunderstruck,staringbackatus,herbigblueeyeswideand

disbelieving.Shewasavisioninthepalestpink,awhisperofchiffonthathuggedhercurvyfigure,
blondehairsweptupinsomeelaboratestyle.Butwait,weren’tbridessupposedtowearwhite?

Asthemusiccontinued,Kaceysteppedforwardintimewiththebeat,andthat’swhenIsawan

olderladyinawhitedressbehindher.Ohthankfuck.Ourgirlwasonlythemaidofhonoratthis
impromptuweddingandnotthemaincourse.Iheavedasighofreliefandcouldsensemybrotherstarting
tobreatheagainaswell.

Kaceymoveddowntheaisle,notmeetingoureyes,pretendingthateverythingwasokay.She

smiledatmydadandnoddedtohimgraciously.Obviouslythey’dmetbefore,andshetookaplacetothe
leftsideoftheminister,makingroomforthebride.

Mydadandmynewstepmom,IguessIshouldcallher,werecompletelyoblivioustothesilent

dramathatwasplayingoutallaroundthem.Theyonlyhadeyesforeachother,bighappysmiles,and
dreamyexpressions.Hey,Iwashappyformydad,eventhoughwe’dgottenofftoasomewhatawkward
startwithsomewhatawkwardconclusions.

Thepriesttookusthroughtheceremony,anditwasalittlecannedbutstillsweet.I’vebeento

dozensofweddings,andtheycanbelongandelaborate,butthebeautyofahospitalceremonyisthatit’s
short,tothepoint,withaminimumoffussbuthittingallthehighnotesjustthesame.Whenwegottothe
“Ido’s,”Ithoughtmydadmightcry,hewassohappy.

Finally,thegroomwaspermittedtokissthebride,andwebrokeoutintoaroundofpolite

applause,ourclapsringinginthechapel.

Asmydadlookedup,headdressedmybrotherandI.“Boys,letmeintroduceyoutoNoreen,your

newstepmom,andKacey,yournewsister.”

CHAPTERTWELVE

Kacey

Icouldn’tbelievewhathadjusthappened.I’dcomehomefortheJulyfourthweekendas

promised,andmymomcouldn’tstopsmiling,shewantedtosharehersecret.She’dgottenengagedtoher
pulmonologist,adoctoratNewarkGenandwasgettingmarriedtomorrowinthehospitalchapel.

“ButMa,”Iprotested.“Howlonghaveyouknownthisguy?”Iasked.“Twomonths?”

“Baby,wejustmet,butwhenyou’remyage,youseeagoodguyandgrabhimifhe’savailable.

I’mnotlikeyou,aprettyyoungthing.It’snotliketherearemenliningupatmydoorstepaskingfor
dates.”

“ButMa,that’snotevenit,”Isaiddisbelieving.“Imean,you’resick.Doesheknowjusthowill

youare?”

“Ofcoursehoney,he’smydoctor,andbeforeyousayanything,thisisgoingtobegoodforbothof

us.I’vebeentotallyhonestwithhimaboutmymoneysituation,andI’llbemovingintohishouseinthe
burbsafterthisweekend.”

Thatwasgood.Therewasn’tanywaywecouldhideourpoverty,soyeah,DoctorPhillips

couldn’tbemarryingherforsomequickcash.Andhehadtoknowaboutherfailinghealth,hewas
treatingherafterall.Cometothinkofit,shemightnothavethatmanyyearsleftsotheshotgunaspect,
morbidasitwas,madealittlebitofsense.

ButIhadn’tbeenabletoaskhermanyquestionsbecauseshe’drushedmetothehospitalafterI

changedintothepinkgownI’dpacked.

“Justbringsomethingnice,”she’drequested.“Likesomethingyoumightweartoawedding.”

ButI’dalmostdiedwhenthedoubledoorsopenedandI’dseenthemenstandingatthealtar.Not

thegroomobviously,butthetwomasculine,domineeringmenflankinghim,darkhairandgreeneyes
flashing.Itwasthetwomenfromtheclub…LoganandLance.

BeforeyouaskifI’dlostcontactwiththemsincethatfatefulnight,theanswerwasyes,sortof.It

wasn’tthatIwantedto.It’sjustthattheotherstripperscautionedmeaboutseeingcustomersoutsideof
work.

“ListenKacey,youdon’tknowthem,”warnedSheila,anolderwomanwhostillhadahotbod.

“YouknowwhystrippersarealwaysvictimsonTV?Becauseit’strue,”sheemphasized.“Don’tdo
anythingstupid.”

“But…butIjusthadsexwiththemonstage!”Istuttered.“IfeellikeIknowthemalready…sort

of.”

“Yeahbutthatwashere,withusheretoprotectyou.Onceyoustepoutside,thereareno

guaranteeshoney,you’rejustacorpseinthemorgue.”

Okay,maybethat’dbeengoingtoofar,butshefreakedmeoutnonetheless.I’dmetLoganand

Lanceoutsideaftertheshowaspromised,dressedinatrampyleopardprintjacket,buttheguyshadn’t
cared.They’dgesturedtoafancycar,indicatingformetogetin,andthattriggeredaninternalalarm.

Nevergetinacarwithattackersisthefirstruleofpersonalsafety,right?

AndsoI’dshakenmyhead,donemybesttogivethemabreezysmile,andtakenadragofmy

cigarette.

“Nexttime,okay?”Isaid,stridingbackintotheclub,addingsomebouncetomywalk.Icould

feeltheireyesonmyass,watchingeverysway,butthetwinsmadenoefforttochangemymind,tochase
me.

Backinthedarkenedclub,Sheilaasked,“Sowhathappened?”

“Itoldthemnexttime,”Isaid.“Theyknowwheretofindme.”

SuddenlyLindacutin,anotherperoxideblonde.

“Don’tlistentoSheila’sbullshit,”shesnorted,herhairespeciallygarishintheneonlights.

“There’snonexttimewithguyslikethat.”

Andunfortunately,itwastrue.AlthoughI’dworkedeverynightforthenextweekattheDonkey

Clubhopingtoseethem,thetwinshadn’tcomeback.I’dconsoledmyself,tellingmyselfthateverything
wasinmyhead,theyhadn’tlookedatmeasanythingspecial.Iwasadancer,afterall,andhadfucked
themsillyinpublic.Iwasn’texactlyagoodgirlthatyoubroughthometomom.

Butnowatthehospital,fatehadbroughtustogetheragain.BecauseLoganandLancestoodby

theirfather’sside,astonishmentintheireyesasIglideddowntheaisle.Holyshit,mymomwasgetting
marriedtotheirdad?Ohmygod,I’daccidentallyhadsexwithmystepbrothers?

Thesamethoughtsmusthavebeengoingthroughtheirminds,althoughtheymanagedtolookcalm

duringtheceremony,lettingourparentsenjoytheirspecialtime.ButIcouldhardlymeettheireyesover
thetableduringlunch.

“Kacey,”saidmymom.“Youliveinthecitytoo.IsyourapartmentnearLoganandLance’s

place?”

“Umno,”Isaid,myfaceflushing.“IliveinHell’sKitchenandtheylivedowntown,”Imuttered.

Ididn’twanttoaddthatIlivedinacrumblingfourthfloorwalk-upeasilyaccessibletotheDonkeyClub,
whereasmynewbrotherslivedinTribeca,oneofthemostexpensiveneighborhoodsinthecity.

“Well,youguysshouldgettogethersometime,”encouragedmymom,“especiallynowthatyou’re

siblings.”

Ifeltmyselfgrowbeetredattheword“siblings”andshotaquicklookatmynewbrothers.

Infuriatingly,theylookedamusedratherthanembarrassed.

“Yessister,”saidLance,everthetease.“Let’sgettogethersometime.Iliverightaroundthe

cornerfromLogan,we’rehappytohost.”

Eventheword“host”mademeflush.Itmademethinkofhostingsomekindofdepravedsex

party,whereI’dbeservicingtheguests.

ButLogansteppedin,smoothlyandcalmly,rescuingmefrommyobviousdiscomfort.

“Kacey,theleastwecandoisgiveyouaridebacktotheCity.Howaboutit?”heasked.

“Ohthankyou,weappreciateit,”gushedmymom.“Kaceyyou’realwayssayinghowthetrainis

late,howittakesforever.Whydon’tyouridebackwiththem?It’sSundaynight,trafficshouldn’tbe
bad.”

“NoMa,it’sokay,”Isaidquickly.“Ihavealotofstuff,Idon’twanttoburdenLoganandLance.”

“Noburden,”saidLance.

“Notroubleatall,”saidLogan.

Andsoitwassettled.MytatteredsuitcasewaspackedintothebackoftheTesla,andIwaved

goodbyetomymomandnewstepdadaswezoomedoff.

“SoKacey,”saidLance.“Thisisinteresting,giventhecircumstances.Yourmomthinksyouwork

atanon-profit?”Hesmiledwickedly,throwingmeaglancefromthefrontseat.

Ohgod.Isquirmedintheback.Iwasinsuchasmallspacewiththesemen,theirmassiveforms

socloseinthecompactcar.Iflushedagain,mybreastsenlarging,mybottommoisteninginthetight
confines.

“Um…yeah,”Iconfessed.We’dtalkedaboutourjobsatlunch,andI’dhastilyspokenbeforethe

twinscouldsayanything.“IworkinimmigrationreformattheUrbanJusticeProject,”I’dsaidquickly,
givingthemaswiftglance,pleadingwiththemtokeeptheirmouthsshut.

Andmybrothershadtakenthecue.

“I’msureyou’reanexcellentadvocate,”saidLance.

“Yourdedicationtoeradicatingpovertyisimpressive,”addedLogan,withawrygrinmyway.

Iwassilentlyappreciative,shootingthemagratefullookofthanks.Butnowthemomenthad

arrived,andmybrothersandIhadalotofgroundtocover.

“MymomandI…Idon’twanthertoworryaboutme,”Isaidslowlyfromthebackseat.“She’s

sickandwasworriedenoughwhenIheadedofftothecityonmyown.”

“That’strue,”noddedLoganthoughtfully,eyeingmeintherearviewmirror.“Ourdadmentioned

thathewastreatingherasapatient,andusuallyheonlyseesfairlycomplicatedcases,”hesaid.

“Yes,so…Ididn’twanttotellherthatthingsdidn’texactlygosmoothlywhenImovedtoNew

York.IwassupposedtohaveascholarshiptoattendtheNewSchool,butsomehowthatgotallmessed
up,andtherewasnomoneyfortuition.SoIfiguredI’dworkforasemester,saveup,andthenre-enroll.
Butitdidn’texactlyworkthatway,”Isaidshamefacedly.“Icouldn’tfindajob.NotevenStarbucks.I
guesssincetheyofferhealthbenefitsandtuitionreimbursement,everyonewantstoworkforthemthese
days.”

Mybrothersexchangedalook.Okay,ashigh-flyingrealestatebrokers,hearingmepineforajob

atStarbuckswasbelowtheirusualstrata.Butthiswasn’tthetimetomincewords.They’dalreadyseen
medanceandknewwhatIdidforaliving.

“Butbaby,”saidLogansoftly.“Surelytherewasaplaceforyousomewhere.Maybeasananny

orparalegal?”

Ismiledbitterly.

“Believeme,Itried,”Isaid.“ToworkchildcareinNYC,youneedalicense,andmostlawfirms

wanttheirparalegalstohavecollegedegrees,”Isaid.“WhichIdon’thave,”Iaddedpointedly.

Mybrothersexchangedanotherglance.Icouldtellsomethingwasbrewinganditwasn’tgood.

ButbeforeIcouldsayanything,wepulledintothedrivewayofanexpensive-lookingbuilding,adoorman
runningouttogreetthetwins.

“Mr.Phillips,”hesaidcourteously,noddingatthemboth.“Welcomeback.”

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

Kacey

Igasped.I’vewalkedpastfancybuildingsinNewYorkbutI’veneveractuallybeeninvitedinto

one.Itwasthekindofthingthatwetalkedaboutatthestripclub,half-jokinglybutwithasenseof
wistfulness.

“Oneday,myprinceisgoingtowhiskmeoffandI’mgoingtoliveintheTimeWarnerCenter,”

saidJumee,acutebuttonofagirlwho’donlystartedrecently.

“Yeah,yeah,”scoffedLinda.“WhywouldyouwantTimeWarner?Gofor15CentralParkWest,

that’swheretherealmoolahis.”

Andthechatterwenton,thesehypotheticalpalaceswherewe’deventuallyfindourselves,away

fromthedingybackroomofthestripclub.Ofcourse,thiswasallpieinthesky.Mostofusdidn’thave
anyskillsotherthanstripping,andnoeducation,friendsorfamilyasfallbackseither.

SoitwaswithasenseofwonderthatIsteppedintotheimposinglobby.Thereweretwo

doormen,wearinguniformscompletewithnattybellhopcapsandwhitegloves.Amazing!Andan
elevatortoo–whatIwouldn’tgiveforonewhenhaulinggroceriesupthefourflightsofstairsinmy
walk-up.

AndsoI’driddentheelevatorwithmybrothers,feelingverysmallbetweentheirtwinforms.

Shamefully,intheconfinedspaceI’dbecomearousedagain,mynipspokingagainstmyflimsydress,my
veemoistening.IwassogladthatI’dwornsomethingprettytodayinsteadofraggedyshortsandat-shirt.

AndwhenLanceopenedthedoortohisapartment,theviewmademecatchmybreath.Hehad

floortoceilingviewsoftheHudsonRiver,thesunlightsparklingoffthewaves.Itwasareminderthat
weweresurroundedbynature,evenlivinginthemiddleoftheconcretejungle.

“Wow,”Ibreathed,givinghimadazzlingsmile.“Thisisamazing.”

“Mm-hmm,”saidLoganashedepositedmysuitcaseintoaspareroom.“Ikeeptellinghimto

movehigher-up,buthesaysthattheviewonthetwenty-fifthisgoodenoughalready.”

Higherup?Italreadyfeltlikewewereintheclouds,soaringamongbirds,andyetLancewas

contemplatingmovingevenfurtherintothesky?

ButbeforeIcouldsayanything,Loganpassedmeadrink,pausingbeforegivingmeafrown.

“Areyoulegaldrinkingageyet?”heasked.

“Um…technically,no,”Isaid.“TheDonkeyClubthinksI’mtwenty-one,butI’mnineteen,”I

muttered,myheaddown.

“Giveittoher,she’sbeingsupervisedbyherolderbrothers,”drawledLance,throwingme

anotherwickedsmile.

AndItookasipofthedrink,whichburned,fieryandtinglydownmythroat.Whataloadof

differenceexpensivebourbonis,vastlyunliketheswillIsometimesdownedattheDonkeyClub.

“So,”saidLance,sittingnexttomeonthecouch,lettingabighandtrailonmyleg.“Whatdowe

donext?”

Iwasconfused.“Whatdoyoumean?”Iaskedsoftly.

“Well,LoganandIweremightydisappointedwhenweweren’tabletogettoknowyoubetter

aftertheGonzoSizecontest,”hesaid,strokingmythigh.“Butitseemsthatfatehasbroughtyoubackinto
ourarms.”

Wasitmyimaginationorwerehisfingersflutteringcloserandclosertomypuss?Icouldfeelthe

heatinmyveelikeabrightbulb,emanatinginwaves.

“Yeah,”saidLogan,seatinghimselfonmyotherside.“Weknoweachotherwellalready,

wouldn’tyouagree?”hesaid,archinganeyebrowatmemischievously,trailinglightfingersovermy
shoulder.“IthinkwealreadycrossedthelineattheDonkeyClub,”headdedwithasmirk.

ButIwasstillconfused.“But…youcan’tmean…”Igasped.“Imean,we’resiblingsnow,like

mymomsaid,”Imurmured.“Youcan’tbeserious.Areyousayingweshouldhavesextogether?Like
brothersandsistershavingsex?”

“Nobaby,it’snotlikebrothersandsisters,”soothedLance.“We’renotreallyrelated,andlet’s

behonest,wejustseteyesonyouforthefirsttimetwoweeksago.We’repracticallystrangers,”he
finished.

Andhewasrightonthosepoints.I’dneverseenthesemenbeforetheysteppedintotheDonkey

Club,butthey’dbeenhauntingmythoughtseversince.Andfuck,theyweresohandsome,sodomineering
withtheirtwingreengazesfixedonmybody.

Ihavetosay,Iwasdesperate.Itwaslikeadreamcometrueforme,andIcavedunderthosehot,

hungrylooks.

“Okay,”Iwhispered.“Butjustthisonce.”

Mybrotherssmiledandkissedmegently,firstLanceandLogan,theirhandsstrokingmycurves,

savoringthewomanlyflesh.“Youwon’tregretit,littlesister,”murmuredLanceintomyear.

Andtheirstrokingpickedupthepace.BeforeIrealizedit,they’dpulledthedressfromme,the

cottoncandyconfectiondiscardedonthefloor.Iwaswearingnothingunderneathexcepttinypinkpanties
andthigh-highstockingswithmypinkheels.Themengazedasmeravenously,eyesdevouringme,almost
shootingsparksitwassohot.

“Fuck,you’rebeautiful,”breathedLogan.

“Absolutelyperfect,”agreedLance,agleaminhiseye.

MybrothersmoldedmeasifIwerethemostprecioustreasurethey’deverheld.Theyweighed

mytitsintheirhands,squeezingthesoft,malleableflesh,rollingmynipplesbetweentheirfingersbefore
dippingtheirheadstosuckle,theirtonguestracingcirclesaroundmyareola.

“Oh!”Isighed.“Yesbrothers,thatfeelsgood.”

Thesuckingintensified,theirtwindarkheadsbenttomybreasts,licking,squeezing,nipping,the

sightsoeroticIcreamedslightlybetweenmylegs.Theirhandsexploredmybodytoo,grippingthesoft
fleshofmythighs,trailingclosertotheinexorableheatofmycunt.

“Ahhh!”IgaspedasLancewiggledafingeragainstthedampspotonmypanties.“Oh!”I

breathedashepushedinabit,lettinghisfingerdipintothatsweetheat.

“Mmm,youlikethisdon’tyou?”heaskedwickedly,lookingatmewithhungryeyes.Withaswift

twistofhiswrist,hesweptmypantiestotheside,scrunchingthemintothesoftgapbetweenmylegand
snatch.Mychubbypussywasbare,glisteningandengorged,dyingfortheirattention.

Butinsteadofplayingwithmycunny,makingmefeelgood,mybrotherswantedashow.

“Goon,”nudgedLogan,helpingmetomyfeet.Icouldhardlystand,Iwassoaroused,totteringin

myhighheels,mypussexposed.

“Showusthosedeliciousassets,”rumbledLance,leaningback,spreadinghisarmsovertheback

ofthesofa.

AndsoIstartedtodowhatIknewbest.Nomusicwasnecessary,Iwasabletoswaytoabeatin

myhead,andithelpedthatIactuallywantedtofuckmycustomersthistime,tofeelthosemeaty,hard
polesinmysnatch.Readingmymind,mybrothersunzippedtheirpantsslowly,lettingtheirfleshy,deep
pinkmemberspopout,wavingintheair,pointingstraighttothesky.

Ialmostcried,Iwantedtofeelthosehotfuckpolesinmeagain,stuffingmyhotbox.AndIknewif

Idancedwell,itwouldcomesoonerratherthanlater.SoIswayedmyhips,liftingabreastineachhand.
IhavehugeDoubleD’sandlovingly,Icaressedthem,makingsuretooutlinetheirsweetcircularshape,
pinchingandtwistingmynipples.Iliftedonetomymouth,thefleshheavyandpendulous,andlickedthe
titwithmytongue,allthetimemakingelectriceyecontactwithmybrothers.

Theygroaned,throwingtheirheadsback,theirhandsstrokingtheirshaftsfuriously.Withacoy

smile,Inotedthatbothoftheirdickswerewet,Lance’sleakingsohardandfastthathiscockwasalready
shinyandmoist,readytofuck.

Feelingbeautifulandconfident,Iswirledinmyheels,lusciouslyshakingmyassandgrindinga

bit,doingabodyrollthatemphasizedmycurvyshape.Tantalizingly,Ipulledattheedgesofmypanties,
teasingmybrothersasIslowlyslippedthefabricoffmyhips.

Withaflourish,IsteppedoutofthetinybitoflaceandthrewitatLogan.Hestoppedbeatinghis

dickforamoment,catchingthepairinmid-airandholdingthemuptohisfaceforadeepsniff.

“Fuck,sister,”hegroaned.“You’refuckingrosesandcream,”herumbled,hismassivefifteen

inchergrowingevenlargerbeforemyeyes.

Mmm,Ilikedthat.Somypersonalscentwassweetandenticing,huh?Ismiledathimlovingly,

comingtodancebetweenhislegs,shakingmybreasts,lettinghimgetagoodlookatmycunny.Tohelp,I
slippeddowntwofingersandpartedmyvaginallips,theinsidessteamypinkandhot.Beforehecould
liftahandtotouch,Ibackedaway,andinstead,leanedforward,lettingmyboobsdangleinhisface.

“Suckit,bigboy,”Icooed.Andhedid.Hislipsfoundahardnipple,thefleshpuffyandyet

malleableatonce,drawingonitlikeahungrybaby,hishandsreachingblindlytostrokemywaist,my
hips,mythighs.Iobligedandlethimgetafewstrokesin,evenlettinghishandrunwetlythroughmylegs
once,beforebackingoffagain.

“Yourturn,brother,”Isaid,turningtoLance.Andman,thisguywasready.WhileI’dbeen

teasinghisbrother,he’dstrippedbare,andnowIwasgreetedbythesightofasixfourgod.Ikidyou
not.I’dneverseenthemnaked,andnowthatIhad,IwasgladI’dconsentedtothisnightofdebauchery.

Lance’schestwasbroadanddeveloped,thepecsheavy,madeofcarvedsteel,narrowingtoa

manlywaistwithasix-packofabs.Histhighswerethickandmasculine,liketreetrunks,hisbiceps
bulgingwithmuscle.Butmostofallwasthelookinhiseyes.Abright,flashinggreen,hungrylikea
wolf,eatingeveryinchofmybodyupalthoughhe’dbarelytouchedmeyet.

AndIshimmiedovertohim,likeamothdrawntoflame.ItriedthesametrickonhimasIhad

Logan,bouncingmybreastsinhisface,buthewashavingnoneofit.Iguesshisdickwastoohardto
botherwithanythingbutcunt.Hespunmearoundandpressedmybackdown,forcingmetobendover
beforeburyinghisfaceinmysnatch,lickingmeclittoanus.

“Oh!”Isquealed.Ofcourse,I’vehadmypussylickedmanytimesbecausecustomerswilltaste

mewhenI’monstagesometimes,tippingmeextraforthechancetosamplemycream.Butthiswas
different.Lance’stonguewaslikeasinuoussnake,slippingandslidingbetweenmyfolds,slurpingmy
femalejuicelikeitwasambrosia.Mynectarranhard,andhetrailedeachnookandcrannyofmyvaginal
foldswithhistongue,drinkingitallup,lettingitslidedownhisthroat.

Butthatwasn’tenough.Hewantedtomakesuretogetinsideme,andpushedmeovereven

further,sothatIwasgrippingmyankles,mypussbaredtohimfrombehind.Forcingmylegsintoawide
vee,heheldmylabiaopen,sothatIwasshockingly,daringlyexposed.AndI’mastripperandawhore,
butI’veneverbeeninspectedsothoroughly.Atfirst,Ifeltnothingbuthisgaze,thewarmgustsofairas
hebreathedinmyfemininity,hismouthsocloseandyetsofarfrommysteamingtwat.

Finallywithagrowl,hedovein,face-plantinghimselfinmychannel,histonguequestingasfarup

intomylittleholeasitcouldgo.Desperatelyhefuckedmewithhismouth,histongueasmallpenisasit
penetratedmeoverandoveragain.

Andfuck,Ilostitrightthenandthere.Withoutanywarning,arushovercameme,startinginthe

centerofmycunny,delicioustinglesemanatingallthewayfromthatsweetspottothetipsofmyfingers
andtoes.Icriedoutloudly,squealing“Logan,Lance,aieee!”almostbitingstraightthroughmytongue,it
feltsofuckinggood.

Andthatwasmybrothers’cue.Theybothstoodup,theirmastsheavyaslogs,protrudinglike

fifteeninchbatonsfromtheirhips.Lancetookmefirst.Hegrabbedmyhipsinhishands,holdingme
steadyandthrustonceintomypussyfrombehind.

“Aieee!”Iyelped,gasping.I’dforgottenhowbigtheywere,howthosehumongousclubsfeltin

mytinypuss.Iwasliftedintotheair,balancingonmytoes,asIwasskeweredonthatmassiverod.I
struggled,tryingtopushmyselfbackwardsanddown,andhere’swhereLogancamein.

Hesoothedme,standinginfrontmybody,holdingmywaistashisbrothergrippedmyhips.

“Ready?”heasked.

Lancemusthavenoddedbecausesuddenlytheyworkedinunison.Loganpushedmebackwards

ontoLance’sdick,whileLancethrustforwardwithhiships,andsuddenlyIwascompletelyfilledtothe
brim,thatfifteeninchlengthviolatingmeinthebestwaypossible,hittingupagainsttherubberyfleshof
mycervix.

“Aieeee!”Iscreamed,unabletodisguisemylust.Mytitsjiggledandshook,pendulousasthey

swayedbelowme.Mycuntfeltsofull,completelystuffedwithoutacentimetertospare.Imoanedagain
asmypusscreamedwetly,myfoldsgivingituptothemassivemember.

“Thattagirl,”rumbledLance,ashebeganaheavypoundbehindme.Thestrokeswerehardand

strong,thepenetrationsodevastatingthatIcouldfeelmyselfabouttoorgasmagain.Mycunnytightened
andImusthavegushedbecauseLancegavehisbrotherfairwarning.

“Plugher,”hecommanded.AndLoganpushedhismemberintomymouth,stuffingitfullwithhis

fifteeninches.Ichoked.Ithadbeenunexpected,andIsputteredasthehotpolemadeitswaydownmy
esophagus,almostimpossibletospeakorbreathe.Thememberwaslikeafirehose,thickandpulsing,as
itwormeditswaydownmythroat,spurtsofpre-cumandsalivalubingtheway.

“Ohhhhfuck,”groanedLogan,grippingmyhairasheedgedforwardinchbyinch.“Comeonlittle

girl,keepgoing,”heurged.

AndIdidmybest.IloosenedmyjawasifIwereaboaconstrictorconsumingitsprey,and

focusedonstiflingmygagreflex,willingmyselftofellateaworld-recorddong.Itmusthavefeltgood
becauseeventhoughhewasn’tallthewayinyet,Loganreleased.

“FUUUUCK!”hegrowled,grabbingmyblondehair,pushingmymouthdownonhisdicktomake

surenoneofthesemenescaped.Spurtafterspurtofhotwhiterushedintome,likeafirehosepulsingits
white,steamyspray.

Inthemeantime,Lance’srhythminmycunthadpickedupandIguessthosesoftpussyfoldswere

toomuchforhimbecausehetoogaveitup,cumminghardinmyvag.

“AWWWFUUUCK!”heroaredasheconvulsed,ropesofspermshootingstraightupintomytwat,

coatingmyovaries,seedingmyfertilefields.Hispenisthrobbedandpulsedashisballsemptied,thehot
whiteviscousandvirileinmybody.

Therealizationthatwe’dhadunprotectedsexmademecome,andIsquealedagainasmycunny

clencheddownonLance’spole,pumpinghisdickforthelasttracesofsemen,eachcontractiondrawing
histinyswimmerscloserandclosertothefinaltarget.

Itwasthemostmind-blowingfuckI’deverhad,andIfeltdevastatinglysexyandsatedasmy

brothersslowlywithdrew.Theirpeniseswerecoatedinmycream,glossyandsemi-erectstill,dripping
withliquidfromthetip.Trailsofwhiteoozeddownmythigh,andIlickedmylipssaucily,makingsure
thatnotadropofsemenescapedmymouth.

“Dirtylittlegirl,aren’tyou?”askedLoganashewatched,eyesgluedtomypantingfigure.

Inodded,openingmymouthtoshowhimthebitofgooponmytongue,andhechuckled.

“Heregiveittome,”hesaid,leaningforwardforakiss,andIdid,snowballinghimandletting

himtastehisowncumaswefrenchedforaminute.

ButLancewantedcreampieaswell,andhekneltinbackofme,kissingthetrailofliquidthatwas

escapingfrommycunt.Ifelthiswarm,wettonguelickwetlyatmythigh,tracinguptomypussylips,
lappingthemoisturethere,cleaningmeupashesampledmyvaginalsecretionsmixedwithhisownvirile
juice.

Fuck,mybrotherswereperverted…andIlovedit.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Logan

Threemonthslater…

“Sowhat’sbeengoingonatLance’s?Whyareyoutheresooften?”askedPatricia.Itwasthe

fuckinginquisitionagain.Okay,soI’vebeenhangingoutatmybrother’splacealot…andit’sbecause
Kacey’smovedintohisapartment,sharinghisbigbed.Itdrivesmenutsthathegetstofuckherwhenever
hewantsandtomakeupformylackofaccess,I’movertherealot,burrowingintoKacey’swarmfolds,
makingsureIgetmyshareofthattwatandass.

ButPatriciaisn’tdumb.Sheknewsomethingwasup.Andthethingwas,Iwasn’texactlytrying

tohideit.IrealizedthatI’dbeencaughtinsomekindofdownwardspiral.AfterKathryndied,I’dbeen
seriouslydepressedandunfortunatelymyillnesshadbeenuntreated.Iwaslikeahigh-functioningdead
man…walking,talking,doingmyjob,makingitrainfinancially,butinsideIwasafuckingmess.

I’dbegunsleepingwithPatriciabecauseshewastheoppositeofKathryn.Mean,vengeful,

vicious,shewasacoldviperbutIwasn’tlookingforwarmth,loveandlaughterbackthen.IfPatricia
wantedtotake,thenIwasn’tgoingtostopherevenifitincludedmybody.Andwhenshe’dannounceda
miscarriagelastyear,I’dgonethroughthemotionsofconsolingher,lettinghermovein,sayingnothingas
shequitherjobandbeganlivingoffmymoney.

SoIwasn’tsurprisedshewasallovermelikeabloodhound,sniffingsuspiciously.Imean,this

womanwantedaringonherfingerandI’dstayedmumonthatsubjectdespiteherobvioushints.

“Baby,doesn’tthisonelooksonice?”she’dask,pointingtoaDeBeersadinamagazine.Or,

“Honey,mygirlfriendjustgotoneofthosecushioncutdiamondsandit’sgorgeous.”Shitlikethat.But
I’dalwaysmumbledsomethinginconclusiveinreturnandsofarhadmanagedtostayoutofthelineof
fire.

Plus,thetimeIspentwithKaceywasamazing,likeabreathoffreshairinanotherwisestagnant

existence.Thegirlwasfunny,irresistible,curvaceousandwarm.We’dtriedtoconvincehernottogo
backtotheDonkeyClubbutsofarhadn’tsucceeded.

“Brothers,dancingistheonlyskillIhave,”she’dsaidsoftly.“Ican’tkeeptakingfromyou.”

“Whynot?”askedLance.“Wehavemorethanenoughandyou’repayingusinyourownway,”he

said,wagglinghiseyebrowsather.Ofcourse,hemeanttheabundantsexwe’dbeengetting,theeasy
accesstoherluscioustitsandtwat.

“OhLance,”shesaid,giggling.“You’reridiculous.Butseriously,dancingishowImakea

living.Ican’tbeahundredpercentdependentonyouguys,itjustdoesn’tfeelright.”

Andyouknowwhat?Irespectedherforthat.IlikedthefactthatKaceywastryingtostandon

herowntwofeet,thateventhoughwewereofferingafreerideshewantedtobeanindependentwoman.
Plus,Ilikedthefactthatsheknewherself–thatstrippingandherbodyweremajorassetsshecouldbank
duringhertwenties.

Butwewantedtomakesureshehadafuturetoo.

“Honey,howaboutifyoujustdance,anddon’twhore?IsthatpossibleattheDonkeyClub?”I’d

asked.

“Brothers,”shesaid,raisinghereyebrows.“Istoppedridingothermen’sdickstheminuteItook

yours.Imean,nooneelsehasfifteeninchessohowcouldtheycompare?”shesaidwithashysmile.
Andentrancedbyherprovocativeteasing,we’dpouncedonthelittlegirl,engaginginanotherdeep,
diligentroundofpounding.

AndsoI’dtakentoshoweringatLance’saftersex,butthat’salmostjustassuspicioustoPatricia’s

keeneye.Imean,whywouldIneedtoshoweratmybrother’sapartment?Hehadairconditioningandit
wasn’tlikeIwasusinghisgym.

Butshewaswillfullyignoringmyclues,andinsteadasked,“Logan,whatdoyouwantfordinner?

Iorderedintwoofyourfavorites:spareribsandsteak.”

PatriciahadnevercookedaslongasIcouldremember.Infact,evenorderinginwasasignalthat

shewantedsomething.ButIjustmumbledsomethinginconclusive,passingheronthewaytothe
bedroom.

Shefollowedme,hersilhouettepainfullythin,likeanx-raymovingthroughtheapartment.Did

shegetenoughtoeat?Iwonderedforamomentifshewasstarvingherself.Infact,Iwasstartingto
doubtthatshe’deverbeenpregnant,truthbetold.Youcan’tpossiblybefertileifyounevereat.

ButPatriciadidn’tsayanything,insteadbrushingoffmysuitjacket,pickingoffsomestraylint.I

thoughtIsawalongblondehairfalltothefloor,butitcouldhavebeenmyimagination.Iturnedtoher
impatientlyandbarked,“Quitwiththecaringwiferoutineokay?You’veneverbeenparticularly
domesticorwarm,soIfindyoureffortshypocriticalandfake.Stop,”Icommanded.

Theviperhissedatme,literallyhissed,herblackeyebrowsrisinglikeevilpoints.

“Whatdoyouwant?”shesaidnastily.“Iwasthereforyouwhenyouwerefeelingdownandnow

youdon’trewardme?”

“Rewardyouwithwhat?Anengagementring?”Igrowled.“Listen,anynumberofwomenwould

haveputoutevenifIwasadrunk,depressedmessbackthen.Hell,Icouldhavegonetoaprofessional
andgottenmyneedstakencareof,sodon’toverratewhatyouoffered.”Lookingback,IwishIhaduseda
professional,itwouldhavebeeneasierconsideringthemessIwasinnow.

Butitwastoolate.

“You’regoingtoregretit,”hissedPatriciaagain,hergreeneyesfreezingwithcold,deadheat.

“Trustme,youwill,”shesaidbeforeflouncingoffintoherbedroom,slammingthedoorbehindher.
Becausewe’dactuallyneversharedabedroom,Icouldn’tbearthethoughtofsleepingnexttothatice
princess,shemightstabmeintheheartasIslumbered.AndIsureashellhadn’tfuckedherinmonths,
certainlynotsinceKaceyhadcomeintoourlives.

SoIwalkedbackintothekitchen,helpingmyselftothespareribsasIcontemplatedmyfuture.

Thethingis,interactingwithKaceyhadclarifiedsomuch.Theblondewaswarmandloving,everything
Iwaslookingforinawoman,withasweetnessandlightthatlitupmyworld.Patriciawastheopposite,
adark,shadowypresencethatbroughtouttheworstinme.Iwantedthebitchoutofmylife,andthe
questionwashowtodoitpronto.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Logan

Myphonerang,theshrillsoundbangingagainstmyeardrums.ImpatientlyIglancedatthe

screen.Fuck,itwasLanceagain,andIpickedup.

“What?”Igrowled.“Thisbetterbegood.”Wehadadevelopercomingintodaytodiscussa

collaborationonnewconstructioninTribeca.Thesell-outwouldbearound$300million,makingour
commissionacool$9million.

“Brother,where’veyoubeen?”askedLance,hisvoicecuriouslyneutral.“We’vebeentryingto

reachyouforacouplehoursnow.”

“Working,whatelse?SorryifIhaven’ttakenyourcalls,princess,butwehaveamajormeeting

todayordidyouforget?”Isnapped.

“Brother,”saidLance,ignoringmyilltemper.“It’saboutKacey…andPatricia.”

“What?”Igasped.WTF?Theydidn’tevenknoweachother.

Asifreadingmymind,Lancespokedryly.

“Youdidn’tthinkyouweregoingtokeepouraffairwithKaceyhidden,didyou?Patriciaskunked

italloutandcameafterourgirltoday.”

Iwasspeechless.Sure,I’dfiguredPatriciawasgoingtodosomethingrecklessliketearupthe

apartment,maybeknifeallmyclothesandslashmycartires.ButIdidn’tthinkshe’dhurtsomeone,much
lessgoafterouryoungersister.

ButIguessmalearrogancehadcloudedmyjudgment.Awomanscornedistheworsttypeof

enemyandbydumpingher,IwasleavingPatriciahighanddry.Ofcourse,ifshe’dbeenresourcefullike
Kaceyshecould’vegottenajobattheDonkeytoo,butIguessPatriciawastoogoodforwork…anytype
ofwork.

“Whatisit?”Isighed.Fuck,I’dfuckedup.ButthenewswasevenworsethanIthought.

“Logan,”saidmybrotherslowly.“PatriciamusthavestalkedKaceyforawhileandputtwoand

twotogether.RememberDykeBridge?”

Mychestconstricted.OfcourseIrememberedDykeBridge.ItwasthelocationwhereI’ddriven

intothepond,leadingtoKathryn’sdrowning.

“Patriciatookyourcarthismorning,Logan,”saidmybrotherslowly.“Somehowsheconvinced

Kaceytogetinandshedrovethemoverthebridgeandintothewater,reenactingyouraccident.Thecar
landedupsidedown,andKaceymanagedtogetout,butshe’sincriticalconditionatthehospital.Patricia
died,brother,”hesaid,histonestark.

Holyfuckingshit.AlltheblooddrainedfrommybodyandIsatasstillasastoneatmydesk.

PatriciahadgonemuchfurtherthanI’denvisioned.Shit,thatdeadbitchwasmalevolent.

Andtheworstpartwasthatshe’dpurposefullymirroredmytragicaccidentfromsevenyearsago.

She’dwantedthepublicity,Irealized.Shewantedourparentstoknowthatherdeathwasonourhands,

andthatwe’dfuckedheroverbyscrewingourstepsister.

Ididn’tknowwhattosayotherthan,“Where’sKaceyat?”

“Sloan-Kettering,”saidmybrother.“Youbettergettothehospitalquick.”

AndIboltedfrommydesk,desperatetoseemyloveagain.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Lance

Thiswasafuckingnightmare.Iknewthatbitchwasgoingtocauseourdemiseandshehad

indeed.Patriciawasafuckingwhore,awhoretoosmartforherowngoodwho’dendedherownlifein
somekindofmisbegottenrevenge.

Butthethingwas,itwasn’tanaccident.She’dsomehowconvincedKaceytogetintothecarwith

her,andthebitchhaddriventhemoffthebridge,purposefullycrashingthecarintothewater.Igroundmy
teethattheevilnessthatraninthatwitch’sveins.

ButasIlookedatourstepsister,myheartwasfilledwithremorse.Forwhom,Idon’tknow.For

Kacey,whowasincriticalcondition,herformpaleandmotionlessunderthesheet.Formeandmy
brother,who’dsurvivedthedeathofKathryn,onlytohavetheincidentrepeatednow.Andevenfor
Patricia,whosemisplacedjealousyandhatredhadfatalconsequences.

Loganburstintothehospitalroom,hiseyeswild,hissuitaskew.Heimmediatelytookinthe

situationandkneltatKacey’sside,takingherlifelesshandinhisbigfist.

“Pleasebaby,”hepleaded.“Pleasewakeup.I’msosorryIgotyouintothis.”

HowPatriciapersuadedKaceyintothecar,we’llneverknow.Butwewereinfortheshockof

ourlives.

“AreyouMs.Donagan’snextofkin?”adoctorasked,comingintotheroom.

“Yes,we’reherbrothers,”Iconfirmed.“Ourparentsarecurrentlyunavailable,shehasnoone

otherthanusrightnow.HowisKacey?Isshegoingtobeokay?”Idemanded.Logangrowled,
determinedtheripthemedicalchartsoutofthedoctor’shandsifnecessary.

“Mister…I’msorry,whatwasyourname?”thedoctorasked.

“I’mLancePhillipsandthisismytwinLogan,”Isaidquickly.“Kaceyisoursister.Nowabout

oursister,isshegoingtobealright?”Irushed.

“Mr.Phillips,”saidthedoctorslowly,noddingatbothofus.“Kaceywilllikelybefine…as

willherbaby.”

Hearingthewords,bothLoganandIfellback,stunned.Oursisterwaspregnant!Withourbaby,

holyshit.Andsuddenlyeverythingshifted,itwaslikeshapescomingintoclarity,colorsbecoming
brighter,morevibrant.BecauseIrealizedthatthemostimportantthingintheworldwasn’tPatricia’sevil
revenge,grievingoverKathryn,oranyfall-outfromtheimminentdiscoveryofourpseudo-incestuous
relationship.Instead,therightfulfocuswasoursisterandtheimpendingbabyontheway…oursonor
daughter.

“Doctor,”Isaidroughly.“HowlongbeforeKaceywakesfromthecoma?”

Thedoctorlookedatmestrangely.“She’snotinacoma,”hereplied.“She’smerelyresting.The

carcrashandswimtosafetyexhaustedher.Wegaveherfluids,butshe’sfine,”assuredthedoctor.

BloodrushedbackintomybodyandIsworetotheheavensthatI’ddomybestbymysisterand

thechild.I’dneverbeensogratefultohearsuchwords.

“Thankyou,”saidLoganfervently.“We’lltakegoodcareofher.”

“She’llbeunderobservationforafewmorehours,butsheshouldwakesoonandyou’llbeable

totakeherhome,”saidthedoctorbriskly.“AnymorequestionsIcananswerforyou,Mr.Phillips?”he
asked.

“No,”mybrotherandIsaidsimultaneously.“Thankyouforyourservice.”

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

Kacey

WhenIcametotheworldwasabitfuzzy,butsolongasIwasn’tinwateranymore,Iwasokay.

MybrothersgraspedmyhandsintheirswhentheyrealizedIwasawake,strokingmypalmandmyhair.

“Baby,”saidLogan.“Howareyoufeeling?”

“Honey,”saidLance.“Whydidn’tyoutellusyouwerepregnant?”

Thetruthwas,I’donlyrecentlyfoundoutaboutthepregnancymyselfandwasstilldecidingthe

bestwaytotellthem.Iwasn’tsurehowthey’dreact.Imean,we’dneverusedprotection,always
bareback,andtherehadbeenalotoffuckinginrecentmonths.SoitwasonlynaturalthatI’dget
pregnant,right?Afterall,Iwasafertilenineteenyear-oldwoman.

Nonetheless,Iwasstillnervousandhadliterallybeeninthemidstofahomepregnancytestwhen

thedoormanbuzzed,announcingthata“Patricia”wasdownstairs.Iwasconfused.I’dheardmybrothers
speakingaboutPatriciaoccasionally,butonlyinhushedtoneswhentheythoughtIcouldn’thear.I’d
figuredshewasaproblememployeeorsomethingofthatsort.

SoIwaswaryaboutlettinghercomeuptoLance’sapartment.Instead,I’dwalkeddownstairs,

figuringshecouldn’tdoanyharmtomeinthelobby.

Andthewomanhadbeencharming,vivacious,evenfriendly,grabbingmyarmandmakingbuddy-

buddy.Mysuspicionswereraised,butshewasprepared.

“You’reKacey,right?”shepurred.

“Yes,”Isaidtentatively.“IstheresomethingIcandoforyou?”

“I’mafriendofLogan’s,”shesaidconfidentially.“AndIjustwantedtoshowyousomething.”

Shewhippedanoldnewspaperfromherdesignerpurse,theheadlinesscreaming,“CURVYBLONDE
DROWNSATDYKEPOND.”

AlltheblooddrainedfrommyfaceasIscannedthestory.Evidently,LoganandLancehadbeen

involvedwithagirlnamedKathrynlongago,whohaddiedwhenLogandroveacaroffabridgeintoa
lake.Theworstpartwasthathehadn’treportedtheaccidentforseveralhours.Instead,he’dwandered
aroundtheneighborhood,talkinggibberishtohimself,insteadofcallingforhelpfromaneighboror
dialing911.

Ididn’tknowwhattothink.Theincidenthadbeenruledanaccident,butPatriciatriedto

persuademeotherwise.

“Comeon,getinthecarandI’lltakeyoutoDykeBridge,”she’dsaid.“It’sawalkingoverpass,

moreofadockeven,youcanseeforyourself.”

Likeadummy,I’dgottenin,cradlingmybelly,unabletostillthecrazywhirlofmythoughts.Was

thefatherofmychildamurderer?

Thedrivestartedoffokay.Patriciachattedamiablyaboutshopping,herlife,howsheknewLance

andLogan.Butsomethingwasfishy.WhenIaskedherwhyshewasdrivingLogan’scar,she’dbrushed
itoff,sayingLoganletherborrowitonceinawhile.Thatcouldn’tberight.IknewLogangotantsy

whenanyonedrovehiscar,evenparkingvalets.Andthatwasn’tall.Patriciaknewtoomanydetails
aboutme,likethefactthatIwasadancerattheDonkeyClub.

Andaswegotclosertothebridge,IrealizedI’dmadeahugemistake.Thewomanwasstarting

tojabber,hermannerbecomingoverblownandcrazy,herwordsfast,almostmanic,eyesrollinginher
head.

“Patricia,”Isaidcalmly,“whydon’twestopforabathroombreak?Icoulduseone.”

“We’realmostthere,”shesnapped.

“Buttherewon’tbeanybathroomsatthebridge,”Isaidreasonably.“Ineedtogonow.”

Andsheturnedonme,thebitchshowinghertruecolors.BeforeIrealizedit,she’dslammedthe

childprooflocksintoplaceandpickedupspeed,barrelingdownthehighwayat80milesanhour.Isaw
thesignfor“DykeBridge”whizpast,andthenthebridgeitselfwiththelakebeyond.

Suddenly,Irealizedwhatsheintendedtodo.Slowly,IputmyhandonacrowbarI’dseenunder

thepassengerseatandgrippedit.Whenthecarplungedoffthebridgeintothewater,Iimmediately
smashedthewindow,managingtoextricatemyselffromthevehicleandswimtothedock.Pantingand
exhausted,I’dhauledmyselfup,watchingasthecarsankslowlyintothewater,onlybubblesshowing
whereit’doncebeen.

Icouldn’tmove,Iwastootiredfromthefreneticescape,andwhenvoicesapproached,a

woman’svoiceasking,“Ma’am,ma’am,areyouokay?”Ilettheblacktakeover,droppingoffinto
unconsciousness.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Kacey

Oneyearlater…

Sothat’showIcametoknowmystepbrothers’startlingpast,thatthey’doncelovedagirlwho

wasdeadnow.Herresemblancetomewasuncanny,andIhadtoask.

“PatriciamentionedthatyouweredrawntomebecauseIlooklikeKathryn,yourex-girlfriend,”I

saidslowly.“Isittrue?”

Mybrotherstooktheirtimeanswering.

“Baby,we’dbelyingifwesaiditwasn’t,”beganLance,“becauseyoudolooklikeher.The

momentwesawyouintheDonkeyClub,itwaslikeKathryncomebacktolife,sevenyearslater.”

“Butyouareyourownperson,”statedLoganemphatically.“We’vegottentoknowyouinthe

monthssince,andwhileyouarelikeherinsomeways,curvy,sassy,sweetandintelligent,you’realso
different.You’rethewomanwho’sourbaby’smother,andKathrynwasagirlwemetatsummercamp,
nothingbutateenagelove.”

“Pleasebelieveus,”continuedLance,“whenwesaywe’reabsolutelycommittedtoyouandour

son,onehundredpercent.”

BecausebabyLukehadbeenborntwomonthsago,andwasthecenterofourlives.Withhisblack

hairandgreeneyes,hewasaminiatureofhisdaddies,hisgurglesandcoosringingthroughtheapartment
atallhours.

AndIdecidedtotrustmygutinstinct.IhadnosensethatIwasareplacementforanotherwoman

inthemonthsthatI’dknownLoganandLance,nosensethattheyweretryingtofillagapintheirlives
throughme.Instead,Iknewthatmybrotherstreasuredme,thatthebabyandIweretheirnumberone
prioritiesnow.

ButIstillhadmorequestions.

“Logan,”Isaidslowly.“Whydidn’tyoutellmeaboutPatricia?Shesaidyouwereengaged.”

Hisfaceturnedashen.

“Wewereneverengaged,”hegroundoutharshly.“Thatwasallinherdreams.Shelivedwithme

becauseshehelpedmethroughahardtime,butwedidn’tevenshareabedroomandIcertainlydidn’t
fuckheraftermeetingyou.”

“Areyoumovinginwithusnow?”Iaskedtentatively.

LoganandLancesharedaglance.

“Sister,”saidLance,takingmyhand.“Wewanttostartalifewithyou.Wewanttogetabigger

apartment,afamily-sizedapartment,forthethreeofusandthebaby…andmorebabiestocome,”he
murmured.

“Yes,”addedLogan.“WewantLuketohaveasister…andmaybeanothersisterandanother

brother,”hegrinned.

Myheartstartedbeatingfast.Thatwasfourchildren!Butmybrothershadforeseenmystartled

reaction.

“Don’tworryhoney,we’llgetnanniestohelp,”chuckledLance.

“Andthekidswon’twantforanything,”promisedLogan.“Butthere’snotimetoloseright?Four

kidsisalot,andwe’reonlyonnumberonerightnow,”hesaid,lookingmybodyupanddown,
appreciatingthosesassycurves.

Suddenly,IknewwhyIwaswiththesemen.Theyhadn’tcaredwhattheworldthought.Notthat

wewerestep-siblings,notthattheywerehavingababywiththeirsister,notthattheirreputationshad
beentarnishedbytwosuspiciousdeaths.Instead,LoganandLanceweretotallycommittedtodoingright
bymeandmybaby.

SoIfeltloved,completelyandtotallylovedbymysteps,myheartbeatingfasterasIleaned

forwardtokissthem.

“Logan,”Imurmured,“Lance.”

“God,Ilovehearingyousayournames,”growledLogan.“Comehere,sister.”

Andhesweptmeontohislap,sweetlykissingmyneck,trailinghistongueagainsttheelegant

slopeofmyshoulder.AlthoughI’dgivenbirthonlytwomonthsearlier,mybodyhadbouncedback
remarkablywell,onshowinaclingyrose-coloredshift.

“Let’sseewhatwehavehere,”rumbledLance,gettingonhiskneesbetweenmylegs.Helifted

thehemofthepinkdress,exposingmythighsinchbyinch.Mylegspartedoftheirownvolitionashe
watchedwithhungryeyes,revealingthemoistnessatmycenter,thatpartofmybodywetanddesperate
formybrothers’attentions.

“Sweetheart,”growledLance,nevertakinghiseyesfrommycunt.“Areyoureadyforloving

again?Isyourbodyready?”

Ismiledathim,evenasLogansqueezedandmassagedmyteats.“Yes,brothers,it’sgoingtobe

okay.Infact,Iwasthinkingofgivingyouanextratreat.”

“Ohreally?”murmuredLogan,whisperinginmyearashishandsglidedovermycreamyflesh,

stimulatingmynipples,tweakingandpulling,makingmegasp.“Whatwouldthatbe?”

Islowlyextricatedmyselffromtheirarmsandskippedovertothebathroom.

“You’llsee,justgivemeamoment,”Ishotovermyshoulderwithawink.“I’llberightout.”

AndItookaquickshower,sudsingmyselfup,shavingmypussysoitwasbald,makingmyself

beautiful.Laboranddeliveryhadbeenhard,butIwasstillawomanwithtwomentoplease,andI
intendedtodoitlikeapro.Iwantedtodanceforthemagain,remindthemofmysensualrhythm,maybe
usingadildoasaprop,self-fuckingmychubbypussywhiletheywatched.

ButbeforeIcouldrinse,thebathroomdoorbangedopen,andtherestoodmytwobrothers,totally

nude,masculineandimposing,theirfifteeninchdongsheavyandhard,pointedstraightatme.

“Honey,it’stime,”saidLogan.“Noneedtogetclean.”

“Baby,now,”commandedLance.

Ohgod,Ifeltmycunnydrippingatthesizeofthosemassiveforms.Theirmalebodieswere

perfect,testamenttothegodAdonis.Tall,broadshouldersnarrowedtoslimhips,plusheavythighs
whichI’dbitinlustmorethanonce.Andohgod,thosecocks.

IstillrememberedridingthosecocksthatfirstnightImetthemattheDonkeyClub.HowI’dbeen

ashockedlittlegirlthen,dancingfordollars,willingtoexperimentforafivethousanddollarbonus.

Andthemen,god,howthesemenhadchangedmylife.Iwasnowthemotheroftheirson,they

werefatherstomychild,andwewerebrothersandsistertoo,tangledinawebofrelationships.Butit
didn’tmatter.Allthatmatteredwastheoverwhelmingloveandlustthatguidedourtrio.

“Brothers,”Isaidsultrily,leaningforwardandcuppingmybreasts.“Suck?”Iinvited,squeezing

thecreamymounds.

Andimmediatelymybrotherswereonme,steppingintothestall,theirmassiveformsfillingup

thetinytiledarea.TheirshouldersreachedfromoneedgeoftheenclosuretotheotherandIwas
sandwichedinbetween,thetipsofmynipplesskimmingLance’schestwhilemybuttbrushedLogan’s
thighs,bothoftheirdongshard,hotandheavy,pressedagainstmytummyandback.

Withasweetsigh,Igotonmykneesbetweenthem,lettingthewaterpoundonusasItookmy

brothers’cocksinmymouth.Itwasfuckingamazing.Thirtyinchesiswhatgavememystart,andI’ll
neverregretit.Iusedtechniquesthey’dtaughtme,pullingbothheadsinatonce,runningmytongueina
figureeightoverandaroundtheirpink,bulbousglans,lappinguptheirsweetpre-cumasItriedtoburrow
mytongueinthesoppingslits.

“Fuck,littlegirl,”groanedLance,grabbingmywethair,stabilizinghimselfwhilestrokingmy

shoulder.Lancewasthesame.Althoughhisbodywasrockhard,stiffinitsecstasy,hewascuriously
gentleevenwithhisdongmassiveanddesperateinmyface.

“Sister,”hegroundout.“It’sbeentoolong.Weneedyou.”

Andthat’sallIneededtohear.IcrouchedfacedownontheshowerfloorsothatIwasalmostina

ball,myasswavingintheair.Provocatively,Ireachedmyhandsbackandpartedmybuttcheeks,holding
myfleshapartsoIcouldtemptthemwithbothholes,lettingthemseestraightintomypussyandass.

“DPme,brothers.Doit,”Ibreathed.

Theydidn’twasteamoment.Logangotonhiskneesbehindme,shovingthatmassivecockdeep

intomypussy.Ishriekedloudly,mycriesringinginthetiledroom.Ahhh,itwasfuckingamazing,Iwas
stretchedsotightandfullasheranthatfifteenincherintomyvaginalcanal.

Meanwhile,Lancestraddledmyback,leaningforwardtolethisdicktrailagainstmyanus.I

moaned,andhetookthatasasignofreadiness.Hepressedthatdonkeydongagainstmytightlittlebutton,
andItensedautomatically,myrectumresistingthepenetration.Lancewasn’tdeterredthough,chucklinga
bitatmyinstantaneousreaction.Herimmedmewithhisfinger,massagingme,gettingmeusedtothefeel,
beforeapplyingpressureagain,andthistimemyanuspoppedopen,admittingafewinchesofcock.

Imoaned,mycheekpressedtotheshowerfloor,mybreastssmashedagainstmykneesasboth

brothersrodemefrombehind.Iwasstuffedtothemax,theirpenisesrubbingagainsteachotherthrough
mythinvaginalwall,beginningadeepandhighlysatisfyingrhythm.

“Unnh,unnh,unnh!”Isquealed,astheypenetratedme,onedickinandtheotherout,overandover

again.

“Shit,”groundLogan.“You’resofuckingtight,”hepanted,buryinghimselfuptheballsagainand

again.

“Keepgoing,brother,”growledLance.“BecauseI’mabouttocomeinthissweetlittlebutthole!”

Andwiththatheletoutaloadroar,dominatingmyass,hispenisspurtingheavyropesofcumagainand
againintomyanalchamber,reamingit,makingmycryoutinpleasure,totallyspreadandopen,their
fuckdollforthetaking.

AsLancefilledmewithhisseed,Logantoowantedapieceofmyass.Oncehisbrotherpulled

out,hepushedintomyanus,creamyseeddrippingdownmythighs,splashingontothetilefloor,oozing
outaroundhispenis.Hetoofuckedmybutt,enjoyingthesloppyusedfeelingbeforelettinghimselferupt.

“FUUUCK!”heroared,hisfifteenincherlettinglooseinsideme,hisdepositjoininghisbrother’s

semen,sweetandvirile,coatingmyGItractandshootingsodeepIcouldalmosttastethesaltinessinthe
backofmythroat.

Itooreleased,mycuntandassclenchingdownhardonhisdick,spasmingasImilkedhimfor

eachjetofcum,hoardingeachpreciousspurt,mybodyahungrycumslut.Mybreastswereraw,massive
andtrembling,andIfingeredmynipplesasIwasviolatedfrombehind,thesensationsoverwhelming,
magnificent,ripplinginwavesthroughourbodies.

AsIslowlyrelaxed,lettingmybreathingstabilize,stillcurleduponthefloor,Irealizedwhata

sordidpicturewemade.Naked,steamy,ourprivatesrubbedrawandsorefromtheuninhibitedfucking,
poolsofsemenandpussycreamaroundus,malecumleakingfrombothmyholes.

ButIwouldn’twantitanyotherway…thesearemybrothers,mymen,andIlovethem.Mybody

andmindbelongtothem,andtheytomeaswell.

EPILOGUE

Kacey

IguessyoucantellIhadnotroublegettingpregnant.Logan,LanceandIfuckdaily,sometimes

twiceorthreetimesdaily,andit’sbeengoingonforyearsnow.I’vehadthreekidswithmybrothersso
far,andI’mduetodeliverthefourthanyday.

“Luke,Lindy,Loren,”Icalled.“Lunchisready.”

Andmysonsanddaughterscamperedover,theirchubbylegsrunningasfastastheycould.They

settledintheirseats,criesof“Mommy,milk!Mommyowangejuice!”startingup.

Isighedbutlaughedaswell.LifehassettledintoapredictablepatternwhichIappreciated,now

thattheeventsofthepasthadblownover.We’denduredacriminalinvestigationintoPatricia’sdeathbut
hadbeenimmediatelycleared,asshe’dbeentheoneatthewheel.

Therewasalsosomepublicityaboutourrelationshipbringingwithitacloudofsuspicion.I

mean,LoganandLanceareknownaroundtown,andwhentheywereseensquiringmeabout,myform
ripeinpregnancy,naturallypeoplebegantotalk.

“Isn’tthattheirsister?”theywhisperedwithjudgmentalglances.

“Ohmygod,isthebabygoingtobedeformed?”hissedanother.

“Who’sthedaddy?They’retwins,”addedanothervoice,confusedly.

Butwemindedourownbusinessandneverletthetalkgettous.Sureenough,withgayrights,

marriageequality,andcelebritytransfolksalloverthenews,ourlittleménagewassoonforgotten,just
anotherpermutationinthemanywaystolove.

AndsoI’vesettledintoa“normal”life,ifyoucancallitthat.Itakecareofthekidsandam

studyingformybachelor’sdegreeasmybrothersrebuildtheircareersinrealestate.SometimesIdance,
butonlyforLoganandLance’seyesnow.It’sstilloneofmybestskills,andI’mforevergratefultothe
DonkeyClubforbringingustogether.

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