Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
But I didn’t invite Clara to stay because I needed domestic help. Instead, I wanted to do right by my deceased wife, and that meant opening my doors to a young woman in need. Still, as Clara helps herself to some vanilla ice cream, I can’t help but get aroused. She looks absolutely gorgeous clad in nothing but a tiny nightie, her big breasts visible inside the deep vee, and even the sweet shadow of her pussy beckoning as she moves about. At that moment, a splatter of ice cream drips onto her décolletage, oozing into the valley between her breasts, and she giggles.
“Oof, I’m so clumsy,” she says. “Let me just get a napkin.”
The sweet girl uncrosses her legs to stand, and then reaches across the tabletop for a napkin. Oh fuck. I almost spurt where I stand at the sink because her breasts practically drop out of her décolletage, they’re so huge and juicy. Not only that, but when she uncrosses her legs, I definitely get a flash of that pink pussy. It’s moist, wet, and I can almost see her clit. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to drop to my knees right now and bury my face in that steaming snatch.
But right, this is Vivian’s daughter, and my stepdaughter. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, no matter how tempting the brat is. As a result, I turn back to the sink with my pulse pounding a storm in my ears. Thank fuck Clara can’t see the huge hard-on raging in my shorts at the moment because she’d run screaming for the hills otherwise.
“So how’s work?” I manage in a stilted voice. God, I’d love to plow my stepdaughter at the moment, and yet the sweet girl has no idea. She merely wipes gently in the valley between her breasts before helping herself to another bite of ice cream.
“It’s good,” she says with a gentle smile. “I’m really glad I’m at Herald because I’ve told you about Elle, right? The new friend I made?”
I shake my head.
“Yes, a little. Why, what about her?”
Clara nods.
“Well, she’s another temp actually. A little younger than me. Maybe nineteen or so? But yeah, she’s at Herald too and it’s fun because talking makes the day go faster. She’s good at her job too. I’ve never seen someone type so fast.”
I nod.
“That’s great to hear. Is Elle on her own already? Nineteen’s pretty early to be working.”
Clara shakes her head.
“No, I think she still lives at home. But yeah, Elle’s really something else …”
I turn to look at her.
“Why? Is there something going on at work?”
Clara lets out a peal of laughter.
“Oh no, not at work. It’s just that I think that Elle’s … well, let’s just say she’s sowing her wild oats.”
I stare at my stepdaughter.
“Don’t tell me it’s with someone at Herald.”
“No, no!” my stepdaughter laughs, waving her hands in front of her face. “Not at all. Actually, I think Elle’s with two men, and I think it’s going on in her house.”
That makes me stop washing the dishes altogether, my blue eyes hard.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask. “Two men at her house? Is this something we have to report to the police?”
Clara shakes her head.
“No, I don’t think so. Well at least, I hope not. Elle hasn’t come out and said it yet, but I think she’s sleeping with her stepdad and her stepbrother. Both, at once.”
That makes my jaw drop because when the hell did teenage girls get so slutty? I should be appalled, and I am shocked, but at the same time, to my great shame, I’m turned on.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask in a low voice.
Clara shakes her head, licking the curved spoon now.
“No, I’m not. Again, Elle hasn’t said straight-out who she’s sleeping with, but yeah, I think it’s with the two men of the house. She’s not related to either her stepdad or her stepbrother, and they’re not related to each other either, from what I understand. So it’s sort-of okay, I guess. But still, I need to find out more. I mean, her house is obviously a total den of sin if this is true.”
I merely turn back around again, my cock jerking in my pants.
“Well, teenage girls these days definitely take the cake, don’t they?” I mutter, staring at the suds on my hands. “Fuck.”
Clara merely giggles.
“Just don’t tell anyone because these are my suspicions and I don’t have any concrete proof. But I think Elle’s just sowing her wild oats, that’s all. I mean, she can’t be serious about a relationship with her stepdad and stepbrother, could she? That’s about fifty different shades of wrong. There’s no way the relationship could possibly pass muster.”
I nod.
“Both guys will be thrown in the slammer if the wrong people find out. But fuck. Yeah, this gives new meaning to the phrase ‘sowing her wild oats.’”