1. Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 03


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: JoeBlogs616, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    biting interruption was returned, "Don't fuck with me, boy. I have friends on the outside that keep a close eye on my little girl for me." Okay, so the prick had people watching Jahn coming and going. Wonderful. He'd have to go with straightforward then, and hope he didn't piss Jenny off in the process. "Of course she knows. It was her idea." A sharp intake of breath issued behind him. The convict's eyes narrowed, no longer blue, but a steely flint. That broad face seemed harder still, but softened again when his glance moved past Jahn. "Never should have let her mother keep that kid." From what both women had told him about their mother, Donovan's suggestion seemed an unlikely proposition. Those eyes turned back to him and the voice came over the phone once more. "You know what miscegenation is?" You fucking asshole, Jahn marveled inwardly at the man in front of him. Aloud, he said, "Yes, I do know what that is, and what it means to you personally." He loaded the word 'you' with as much venom as possible, though Donovan seemed oblivious. "I won't tell you to stop seeing Jenny, 'cuz it's obvious she's real sweet on you. I won't do anything to break her blessed heart. Neither will you." The threat was implicit, every bit as venomous as his own. "If you have to keep seeing that Indian girl, then that's how it's gonna be. You watch it, though. What I'm saying is, I know what guys who got two or three girlfriends get up to, and if I hear you've been talking Jenny into that kind ...
    of shit, I will have your arms and legs broken. You hear me?" It took Jahn a minute to puzzle out what the convict was hinting at. Threesomes, he thought hysterically. He thinks Jenny and Fiona and I might start a threesome. Stupid asshole, came the thought, and this time he let his mouth wander. "Give your daughter some credit for the intelligence we both know she has... sir." The last word dripped ice. "You might not see Fiona as a real person, but that is her half-sister." Emphasizing the last word, "Her sister, get it?" He didn't want to invoke the word 'incest' in front of Jenny without context, but Donovan's expression flickered enough that it seemed he understood. The silence on the other end of the phone stretched interminably, before Donovan finally responded. "Okay, you're talking sense. We're on the same wave-length, kid." "And..." "And nothing. You treat my little girl right, and make sure you don't do anything to her that would make me regret not adding you to a long list of kids who got shown the door." Jahn had no idea what he was talking about, but let it rest. "Yes sir." "Put her back on." Jahn stood, passing the handset to Jenny, who had an apprehensive look on her face. He was unwilling to eavesdrop, but the shift in his girlfriend's overcast expression to her usual sunshine demeanor told him all he needed to know. Donovan might heap that bullshit on Jahn, but he wasn't going to do that to his daughter. Maybe love could work miracles. Or maybe he was just a ...
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