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Stepmother's Bed
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
who thinks you're sexy as hell." She was flattered by Bill's attention, but she denied she and Denny had been necking. Then she added, "Also, I think only a fink would make an anonymous phone call to "somebody's parents." Bill took a sip of his beer. "Who called anybody's parents? Besides, would you be angry if I did?" She sat up straight. "Angry? Look, my dad gave us holy hell, and he watches us all the time now, like we're freaks or something." "Confidentially, I think you are," Bill said. "How many girls sit and French kiss with their own b*****r? I saw Denny's hard-on when the fights went on, so I know it's true." Joyce took another sip of her spiked beer and gazed up happily at the moon and the stars. Suddenly she did not feel anger at Bill or anybody. She had never felt so wonderful in her entire life! She felt forgiving, magnanimous. "Well, did you phone our dad?" she asked, leaning over and pressing her breast lightly against his arm. "If you did, I'll understand. It's O.K. Honest. Did you?" She was aware that her voice was sounding thick and slightly slurred, the way her father sounded when he'd been drinking. Bill slipped his arm around her and pulled her to him. "Yes, I did," he said. "Because I was crazy jealous. You're so beautiful and--well, classy, I'm sorry, Joyce. I just got a little nutty. Forgive me?" He kissed her cheek tenderly. Joyce scowled, then smiled. The alcohol had ... created an intense glow, and at the moment she could not be angry at anybody for anything. Oddly, she felt flattered that Bill cared enough to do such a nutty thing. "Very well," she said. "I forgive you, but you don't know my father! Don't ever do such a thing again!" Bill promised, then told her he had looked for her at the theater just that afternoon. "You weren't there, Joyce," he said, sighing. "So I just sat there, bored, all by myself. Would you let me take you to the movie next week?" With difficulty, Joyce focused her eyes on Bill Ormsby. He was cute, actually, and for the first time she realized the implications of being in love with your own b*****r. It was eerie. She liked Bill Ormsby now, but she did not want to date him. She realized she didn't want anyone but her b*****r, and the awful part was that she could not tell him (or anyone) the truth. Yes, she would have to hide and lie and sneak for the rest of her whole life! She was doomed to a lifetime of excuse-making, and eventually people would wonder why she did not date other boys. And people would notice that Denny didn't date other girls either. Yes, Bill's telephone call was only the beginning of the nightmare to come. She and her b*****r would have to become masters of deceit, always putting up a false front. And suddenly she realized that she and her b*****r would surely have to date others--so nobody would guess their unnatural relationship! This realization was spooky, but ...