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Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Logan Scott

Basically, I had to spend my day with my little sister because she wanted to get away from the family environment for a bit. Now I find myself holding the candle between my father and his jug of a wife. And all I can say is that this is deadly boring.

Between my father who keeps watching her as if he were a 15-year-old kid and Myléna who plays shy every time my father looks at her, we've seen it all in this house. I just stop myself from puking.

I never really absorbed the fact that my dad got married so quickly when mom died. Barely a year after Mama left, he took another woman to the town hall. A young girl who could have been his daughter too. Worse still, I had started dating Myléna before my father had the brilliant idea of ​​making her his wife.

And no, it's not a matter of jealousy. She and I weren't dating in that way. Myléna is not the kind of woman I would look at. Beautiful, yes. But too superficial in my opinion. It's the type to be motivated only by the money she can make and not the person. To believe that the human represents only a transaction where only she deserves to reap all the benefits. But all the same. Dad could have set his sights elsewhere. And choose another woman. Not as fast either. To the point where the question of whether my father was not cheating on mom with her was raised in the family.

At the time, my friends from college took pleasure in making fun of the situation. My 49-year-old father who marries a 27-year-old little medinette, hence 22 years apart. She and I are almost the same age. She is barely 3 years older than me. She could well have been his daughter. If at least dad had gone out with someone of his generation, we would all have understood. We would even have supported him.

It's the same feeling for Noah and Alice, I believe. But me, since I am the eldest, I am obliged to serve as an example for the others. We established a rather diplomatic relationship, her and I. Very often, I keep my comments about it to myself. This woman is the worst viper. But seriously she is... If I weren't her son and I also wasn't affected directly with my brothers by this story, it would have been very easy for me to understand that my father could fall in love with her. 'she. Apart from her materialistic side, she is a most... appetizing woman. It is not desire that drives me. It's just that's the only word that came to mind. This woman is... In short! Better I continue to be silent.

In this house I almost never come. It's the same for Noah. Only Alice makes the difference. And the reason is because dad didn't want her to leave the family cocoon so young. At 17, she is still in college. And dad wanted to keep an eye on her. When her mother died, she had just celebrated her 13th birthday. And it must also be said that Alice can be quite difficult as a person. Just because I'm brooding on it doesn't necessarily mean I don't realize it. But hey, after all, she's just a kid.

"You're beautiful," Daddy compliments her while staring at her.

-Thanks ! She whistles with her lips.

She smiles shyly. It's a first. Usually, she is much more provocative than that. It is true that she is beautiful. If there's one thing Dad can't be faulted for, it's his choice of women. He knows how to choose them very well. Mom was a very beautiful mixed race woman, very neat. Even as she grew older, she was still beautiful. When she smiled... It was a ray of sunshine. And Myléna, what about her? She's... radiant. Her model figure is divine. And her perfect princess looks, while annoying, are... I'm going to stop there lest I look like I'm lusting after my mother-in-law. And that's not the case at all. This woman never interested me. Never never.

Mylena's giggles bring me back to myself. Looks like they came to me in the meantime.

-Finally, it was time. You come back to earth. Who is this girl holding your mind hostage my son? Dad asks me teasingly.

-Anything.

Myléna looks from my father to me. She questions me silently. Or at least that's what his eyes suggest, I think.

- I'm not going out with anyone dad. No woman supports my too boring executive life. Each time she clears out after a week. Speaking of which, maybe you should tell me your secret. At this rate, Alice will give you your first grandson.

- If many say so, it must be true, comments my mother-in-law, taunting me. I doubt very much that they could have allied themselves against you my dear.

I recognize there the viper that my father married. However, she was not like this before. It was a nice girl. Maybe she was hiding her game well. Or maybe it was the money that awoke her inner demon.

-There are some who work and who like it beautiful mother, I reply stung.

She looks at me. It annoys him, I can feel it. But that's only the truth. She doesn't give a damn about her day except emptying dad's bank accounts, always wanting to buy everything that's new and fashionable.

-Logan please intervene dad to calm the tension that is already rising between us.

-Finally, this dinner was a mistake, I think, I get up to leave.

Standing, I wipe my mouth with a napkin that I put down and leave the table.

- Good afternoon family! It was a pleasure, as always. You tell my sister to call me daddy. Step mother! I greet her.

Manhattan, New York, USA

Mylena Scott Fenty

I have just arrived at the hotel. At reception, I ask for Thomas Walker's room. The receptionist passes me a magnetic key and tells me where to go. Of course, I follow his instructions.

With a hurried step, I walk along the corridor in order to get there without waiting. Once in front of the door, I take out my phone which I use as a mirror, readjust my lipstick, pull on my dress and unlock the door.

As soon as I enter, I put down my purse and inspect the room. Once I'm sure I've gone through everything, I go back to the living room.

-Good evening ! He greets me and kisses my neck.

- Say hello! I turn around.

-I was desperate to see you. You told me so many times that you weren't sure you were coming. I doubted you could come.

- And as you see I'm here, I nibble his cheek... In flesh and bone. See, we have the whole week to ourselves.

-Tell me about it my dear. I promise you a week worth of fucking. Everything your husband is depriving you of right now.

- Don't talk about my husband.

And yes ! You understood correctly. I cheat on my husband. And you should know that I don't care about your judgment either. I am a pretty 30 year old woman, in good health, with desires who is married to a 52 year old man who has not been able to keep up for 1 year already. I wasn't going to leave my desires unfulfilled... Impossible.

Why did I have to create all this subterfuge? The reason is simple. I have been married to this man for 3 years. A year since he hasn't touched me like he used to. I endured. I supported. I'm not for extramarital affairs. But this is an exceptional case. My body demands the right dosage. It was impossible for me to continue resisting.

Well unfortunately, one day, my body gave up. And this beautiful evil was there to remind me that life is well worth living... and intensely at that. Who am I to deny my body such enjoyment?

He and I have been together for 2 months. I could have dropped everything to follow him more than once. Well, it was more often when he knocked me over and I found myself among the stars that I thought. I would have bet my soul at that moment, I think.

But believe it or not, I love my husband. And it was to keep my marriage that I started to pay attention to my movements. Reynaldo had been questioning my movements for a while now. I wouldn't have been surprised if he followed me if I had simply informed him that I was going on a trip alone when I had postponed ours. So, I needed a solution to dispel his doubts. Hence the presence of my sister in my house. It's pretty basic as an excuse you say? But what do I give a fuck about your opinion? In my place you would not have acted in this way? Wait until you're in my place then. For my part, 2 months ago I would have thought myself incapable of this.

That my sister replaces me, I thought about it carefully. I know that's a lot to ask of him. But it was the solution with the least risk. Being a kid, it was quite easy for us to pretend to be one or the other. I dare to hope that this is always the case. When the week is over and I return home, everything would have been the same as before I left. For the other times, we'll see what excuses I can find for him.

I wrap my arms around Thomas's neck. This one lifts me up. I take this opportunity to tie my leg around his waist. Our lips know each other. They seek each other and find each other. We kiss eagerly as he squeezes my ass.

He walks over and lays me down on the bed. His hand slips under my dress. With one finger he spreads my panties. I felt a fresh little ball cuddle my pussy. I purse my lips, gesticulating in anticipation of the sensation to come. My leg closes as the little ball tickled my pleasure button. And I moaned.

-Don't move, he orders me.

It's difficult. But I obey all the same. He pinches my pleasure button instantly before inserting two fingers into my hole. He keeps the little ball floating on my pleasure button while his two fingers move back and forth inside me. Which increased the movements of the ball plated on my pubic mound. I moaned with pleasure as it is good.

-Come closer, I whisper in a jerky voice.

-You are not yet ready to welcome me Myléna. We are in no rush. So calm down. I'm all yours. This is just a small test to make sure you are ready for takeoff.

-Yes. Yes, I scream again when he inserts a third finger into my cellar.

-Are you sure ?

-Yeah.

Months who thought it was only one ball, I jumped when then the one on my pubis continued to tickle my pleasure point, he introduced another into my vagina. Between surprise and pleasure, the takeoff was brutal.

-Ah! I scream. What's this ? I ask.

-It's the geisha ball. They are double. You want to try other things all the time. So I thought of them for today.

My walls contract, which increases the pleasure. He leaves the intravaginal one in place and sets me on fire. He indulges with so much sweetness that I think I'm losing my mind.

-You're ready for me now, he says when he takes off his little accessory.