mother spoke. “You deserved that one. Now eat your food and leave her alone.”
Without another word, Clint took a bite, watching Mellie push her food around her plate with a fork and a dejected look. Finishing his food with a sense of bravado, he downed his beer and made his way to the fridge for another. Bringing one back for his father, he set the drinks down and grabbed the wine off the island and topped off his mother’s and sister’s.
As he popped the top and took a drink, he made his way out to the living room. The TV spoke much too loudly and he shook his head before making his way up to his old room. It was nice to be out of the house, but sometimes he still couldn’t believe how many memories he had in this old place. After a glance around – they’d left it as he had, and that was damn depressing – he hurried back downstairs and out the back door, watching their neighbors set off fireworks over the lake.
He made his way to the backyard and caught sight of Mellie swinging lazily on the old swing. Her royal purple dress fluttered around her thighs, and her look of deep contemplation caught him off guard. She seemed so… pure. Untouched by life.
Somehow, she might still be seventeen with a broken heart, swinging back here at midnight all by herself. Back in those days, he’d come out, listen to her talk, and stare at the stars. Somewhere along the way, though, things had changed.
She lifted her chin, a glare leveled on him. They stared each other down for a few minutes before he decided enough was enough.
“Look—“ he began, but she snapped at him.
“Don’t start. You’re a pig.”
He gave her a wicked grin. “Maybe, but I’m honest. I can’t help it if ladies don’t mind using me for a good time while searching for Mr. Right. I’m just Mr. Right now.”
“A girl should save herself.” The stubborn set of her jaw made him laugh out loud.
“In the dark ages, or maybe if you’re religious. Sweetheart, sex is normal. You can be a good girl and still get fucked from behind like a porn star every night. You can have dozens of orgasms a day and still be a good girl. Sex is required for a balanced mind.”
“Do you give all your floozies that talk?” she asked, her glare darkening.
“I don’t have to. I’ve never been around someone as uptight as you. You do know mom and dad have fucked in every room of the house, including on the table you just ate dinner at?”
She glanced up at him, her shock flashing before she hit it behind a blush that stained her cheeks down to her top of her breasts in her low cut dress. “But… they’re married.”
“So it’s less dirty to fuck like animals so long as you’re married to your deviant partner?” She was cornered, and they both knew it. Even she was smart enough to know that deviancy was a behavior.
“If you’re so sure, why don’t you prove it?” she asked, her eyes dancing with dark danger. “Fuck me here, now, where they could see us. If there’s nothing wrong with it…” she shrugged, her evil grin making him hard in an instant.
“Gladly.” He made his way to her and grabbed her. Slipping her ass out of the swing, he flipped her so her chest rested on the wooden swing seat. She let out a protest, but he ignored her. Flipping her dress up, he growled as he realized she wasn’t wearing panties. Her slick lips brought a smile to his lips. The little minx was hot and ready for him. Well, he’d give her something to remember.
He ran the tip of his cock up her soaking lips, gathering her wetness as lubrication. She arched her back, groaning with his every teasing pass. With gentle motions, he probed her entrance, feeling her tense under his push. With only the tip in her, he gave a little laugh.
“You’re really not a virgin. Wow.”
She growled at him. “Shut up. Just… uhn…” She groaned as he ran the tip of his cock down around her swollen clit.
“Just think, if mom or dad opened a window, or came out back
Without another word, Clint took a bite, watching Mellie push her food around her plate with a fork and a dejected look. Finishing his food with a sense of bravado, he downed his beer and made his way to the fridge for another. Bringing one back for his father, he set the drinks down and grabbed the wine off the island and topped off his mother’s and sister’s.
As he popped the top and took a drink, he made his way out to the living room. The TV spoke much too loudly and he shook his head before making his way up to his old room. It was nice to be out of the house, but sometimes he still couldn’t believe how many memories he had in this old place. After a glance around – they’d left it as he had, and that was damn depressing – he hurried back downstairs and out the back door, watching their neighbors set off fireworks over the lake.
He made his way to the backyard and caught sight of Mellie swinging lazily on the old swing. Her royal purple dress fluttered around her thighs, and her look of deep contemplation caught him off guard. She seemed so… pure. Untouched by life.
Somehow, she might still be seventeen with a broken heart, swinging back here at midnight all by herself. Back in those days, he’d come out, listen to her talk, and stare at the stars. Somewhere along the way, though, things had changed.
She lifted her chin, a glare leveled on him. They stared each other down for a few minutes before he decided enough was enough.
“Look—“ he began, but she snapped at him.
“Don’t start. You’re a pig.”
He gave her a wicked grin. “Maybe, but I’m honest. I can’t help it if ladies don’t mind using me for a good time while searching for Mr. Right. I’m just Mr. Right now.”
“A girl should save herself.” The stubborn set of her jaw made him laugh out loud.
“In the dark ages, or maybe if you’re religious. Sweetheart, sex is normal. You can be a good girl and still get fucked from behind like a porn star every night. You can have dozens of orgasms a day and still be a good girl. Sex is required for a balanced mind.”
“Do you give all your floozies that talk?” she asked, her glare darkening.
“I don’t have to. I’ve never been around someone as uptight as you. You do know mom and dad have fucked in every room of the house, including on the table you just ate dinner at?”
She glanced up at him, her shock flashing before she hit it behind a blush that stained her cheeks down to her top of her breasts in her low cut dress. “But… they’re married.”
“So it’s less dirty to fuck like animals so long as you’re married to your deviant partner?” She was cornered, and they both knew it. Even she was smart enough to know that deviancy was a behavior.
“If you’re so sure, why don’t you prove it?” she asked, her eyes dancing with dark danger. “Fuck me here, now, where they could see us. If there’s nothing wrong with it…” she shrugged, her evil grin making him hard in an instant.
“Gladly.” He made his way to her and grabbed her. Slipping her ass out of the swing, he flipped her so her chest rested on the wooden swing seat. She let out a protest, but he ignored her. Flipping her dress up, he growled as he realized she wasn’t wearing panties. Her slick lips brought a smile to his lips. The little minx was hot and ready for him. Well, he’d give her something to remember.
He ran the tip of his cock up her soaking lips, gathering her wetness as lubrication. She arched her back, groaning with his every teasing pass. With gentle motions, he probed her entrance, feeling her tense under his push. With only the tip in her, he gave a little laugh.
“You’re really not a virgin. Wow.”
She growled at him. “Shut up. Just… uhn…” She groaned as he ran the tip of his cock down around her swollen clit.
“Just think, if mom or dad opened a window, or came out back
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