Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure yet if the daughter was involved with her mother’s schemes, and if so how deeply. She was still young, maybe just getting started in the trade of home wrecking slags. But it made no difference to me. And now after seeing her, I wouldn’t doubt that she’s made up of the same filthy shit as the creature that birthed her.
Women like her, with her body and that face, those mesmerizing eyes that seem so innocent in a face of sin on top of a body meant to drive men insane, oh she’s no innocent.
Pull the other one sister. If she has half her mother’s skills she’s going to make it very far in her chosen profession, because she’s got her beat hands down in each and every way that matters.
I’m sure she knows her appeal. Knows that that innocent look in her eyes that contradicts the promise of her luscious body, a body that though not voluptuous offered something else in the way it was formed, the way that no doubt draws men in.
One look at those pouty baby soft pink lips and a man could drown in her. And that aura she had about her. That sweet innocent virgin air that belied everything her body led you to believe was a definite turn-on.
I’m immune to her shit and already she’s made my dick hard, have got me imagining her under me in bed with her legs wrapped around me, or with my mouth on her pussy, as I bury my head between her legs. All this, and I have more control than most. Imagine the other suckers of the world. They wouldn’t stand a chance.
I shook off the sexual haze she’d left me in and wasn’t too happy to realize that the spell had only been broken after she left the room. I was totally enthralled with her, which proves my point. She’s just as dangerous as her slut of a mother.
All the Intel I’d gathered thus far has convinced me that I have to work fast before they sink their claws even deeper into dad. I’m not sure what game they were up to though, having both of them here. What is it she’d said? Your new sister?
That shit was wrong on so many levels. One, I’m sure I’m going to fuck her, and a man of principle does not fuck his sister And two, I’m going to do her hard and dirty; see the above.
Shake it off Luke before you end up with your ass in a sling. Before you find yourself in the same predicament as your old man. Yeah, she’s that good.
She hadn’t done anything more than enter the room and already I’m panting after her tight ass and wondering how deep a fuck her pussy was going to be. A born courtesan, and a bigger danger I suspect, than the mother.
Even if the old man is too blind to see what’s right in front of him I’m not. There may be one place where they messed up though, they didn’t know or couldn’t understand the strength of our relationship before she showed up on the scene.
She can have no idea of the bond between us, because as private as I am, no one has ever been able to delve into my life in that way.
So maybe like so many others out there, she believes that we don’t share a close father son relationship. Something that was never true until she came along.
So I had that working in my favor for now. But who knows what tricks she has up her sleeves to drive a wedge between us. Women like her live by the divide and conquer rule after all. But she’s out of luck there.
If she hadn’t done her homework, I’d done mine, and had her agenda down pat. She’s no different from all the other money grubbing skanks out there, only difference is she’d brought in a ringer.
Although I’m still not sure about that angle, and what she hoped to gain, but I knew there was something behind it. It could be as simple as she’d learned that dad is big on family.
Or used to be before he lost his damn mind. Until she spread her legs or whatever the hell it is that she did to make him turn his back on everything that is decent.
I was glad now as I watched them that I hadn’t thrown in the towel and left him to her. Oh I’m still going to make him pay for what he’d done, but after all, he’s still my dad. I will leave him some dignity.
And he’s been going out of his way to show me that although he’d left my mother, he hadn’t left me. It’s like he doesn’t know his son at all. How can he think that I’d see the two as separate?