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But today really took the cake for a messed-up situation. For one, my stepdaughter came prancing in like she owns the place. I get it. Halsey’s not close to her mom, and chose to stay with me after the divorce. Although it sounds crazy, it’s because my ex has always been incredibly selfish. Lynn had already met her newest boyfriend, Jerome Whitehouse, by the time she moved out, and so Halsey had a choice: she could either continue living with me, or move in with Lynn and Jerome in that monstrosity of a townhouse he owns on the Upper West Side. I’m sure it’s lavish inside but Jerome gives me the creeps. The guy is sixty, but I have a feeling he’s a perv, given his slicked-back white hair and leering glances. I suspect that Jerome would have no trouble coming onto Halsey if she lived under his roof, and I don’t blame my stepdaughter for choosing to stay with me instead.
But yeah, Hals was out of control today. She showed up like she was the Queen of Sheba, her pretty friend in tow, and then announced out of nowhere that her boyfriend was going to stay for the weekend as well! What the hell? That guy is allegedly a billionaire so why the fuck does he need to crash in my two-bedroom? But Halsey merely spewed some bullshit about a last-minute trip and all the hotels in NYC being booked because of the holiday.Allof them? Really? Seriously, can’t this guy just buy a hotel to solve the problem?
But against all odds, Travis is an okay guy. He’s good-looking enough, with black hair and eyes only for my sweet stepdaughter. Since the moment he arrived, they’ve been inseparable, and in fact, they’re getting ready for bed together in the bathroom at the moment. I hear the water running as Halsey giggles, and then they both emerge before disappearing into her bedroom.
“Goodnight Curt. Goodnight Annie,” my stepdaughter sings, wiggling her fingers at us before shutting the door. “Sweet dreams.”
Then, we hear the springs creak as Halsey and her boyfriend get into bed, as well as the low growl of a man’s voice and my stepdaughter’s answering giggle. Shit. They’re obviously going to have sex tonight, and I think the only question is: how loud will they be? Is it going to be Earth-shaking thumps of the headboard banging against the wall, or maybe just some muffled grunts and moans?
Meanwhile, I turn to Annie, who looks like she’s just swallowed a mouse. She’s gorgeous sitting on the couch in the living room, but the pretty brunette’s cheeks are flaming, and I don’t blame her.
“Are you going to be okay out here?” I ask, patting the sofa like nothing’s wrong. There’s a pile of blankets folded at the foot, as well as an extra pillow with a fresh case on it. “I’m sorry this happened. Halsey’s been incredibly rude, and I’m going to talk to her about it after our meal tomorrow.”
“Oh no,” Annie says quickly, throwing me an apologetic smile. “I’m the one who’s sorry to be in your hair. Thank you, Mr. Salomon, for inviting me for Thanksgiving. I never imagined that this would happen in a million years.”
“You mean our sleeping arrangements?” I say while quirking up one side of my mouth up in a smile. “Yeah, this has been really unexpected, but you know that I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. We can still switch if you’d like to take my bedroom.”
But Annie shakes her head again, her brown curls bouncing.
“No, I couldn’t,” she repeats quickly. “You’ve already been kind enough as is. Thanks again, Mr. Salomon.”
I want to stay and talk to the sweet girl. I want to watch as she licks her pink pout again, and I want to see how her pupils dilate when I pull her voluptuous form close to my broad chest. But instead, I make myself get up before rising to my full height in the living room.
“Well, then I’ll bid you goodnight,” I say with what I hope is a neutral smile. “Sweet dreams, Annie. And please, call me Curt. Mr. Salomon is my dad,” I add with another grin.
The beautiful brunette giggles, and I can’t help but watch as her big breasts shake in time with her mirth. But then I force myself to turn before striding into the master bedroom and shutting the door. This is not the time to fantasize about my houseguest because if my suspicions are correct, we’re going to be treated to a dirty soundtrack tonight.
Fortunately, Halsey and her boyfriend don’t start right away. Instead, I have enough time to get undressed and slip under the covers, turning off the lights while still fantasizing about the girl in the living room. I hear Annie rustling around a bit, probably getting ready for bed, before she too turns off the light in the common area. Then, the apartment settles into darkness and silence. But not for long because after ten minutes, there’s a light shuffling sound from next door. The mattress creaks, and sure enough, a soft gasp rings out.
“Oh,” my stepdaughter breathes. “Yes, touch me there.”
Travis responds in a low growl, and I can’t make out his words, but my stepdaughter merely gasps again before letting out a thin, reedy hum.
“Mmm,” she moans. “Yes.”
Oh fuck. I can just see it now. The huge, dark Travis looming above my sweet stepdaughter as she takes him deep with her legs spread wide. There are some sucking sounds from next door, and then Travis lets out a grunt of pleasure as the mattress creaks again.
“Fuck baby,” he whispers. “You’re so tight.”
My stepdaughter titters a bit before murmuring something in return, and unbidden, I get a vision of Annie in my head. I imagine my beautiful houseguest in bed with me, her curves stripped bare under the moonlight. I see the pale ivory of her skin, as well as her big breasts as she cups them, offering them to me with her lips parted.
“Here Mr. Salomon,” she whispers. “Would you like a taste?”
Goddamn, I’d love a taste. I imagine my head ducking down, covering those plush curves with my massive form as I suck a pink nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard nub. Not only that, but the soundtrack next door seems to keep pace with my fantasy. I can hear deep sucking sounds again, which are probably Travis nursing at my stepdaughter’s breasts, before he drops down to run his tongue over the slickly wet folds of her cunt.
“Ohhhh!” Halsey sighs next door. “Mmmm!”
I palm my cock then, closing my eyes as I imagine lapping Annie’s wet cunt. She’s sopping, definitely, and her hole is so small that I can’t even see it at first. But then, my tongue slips into her special space and she bucks as I edge my tongue deep into that tiny snatch. She creams hotly into my mouth, her flavor slickly sweet, and I moan as I palm my cock.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I rasp in the darkness. “See how good that feels? Now spread your legs even wider.”
Meanwhile, Halsey and her boyfriend are continuing their love fest next door too.
“Grab onto the bedpost,” Travis growls in a low voice. “I want to fuck you deep, sweetheart.”
I can only imagine what’s happening. He’s probably got her on her knees, facing the headboard as she circles both hands around a wooden pillar. Then, Halsey lets out a high, keening cry as Travis enters her from behind.
“Yes, baby,” he bites out. “Fuck, you’re tight and so wet too.”
