Never Say Never, page 16
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The very last time my father beat me to a bloody pulp was the day he walked in on my stepmother and me in bed. To be fair, she seduced me. And to be honest, I liked it. I was nothing but a willing pawn in her sick and twisted agenda to destroy my egomaniacal, man-of-the-cloth father, but the lady at CPS said I was a victim. I never thought of myself that way. Thinking too much about how shitty life’s been can really fuck with your head if you let it.
That’s when I moved to Utah, where my mother lived with her husband and two sister-wives. And that’s when I met her. My stepsister. Well, one of many. But this one stood out because just like me, we’d been fighting a losing battle our entire lives.
Only I never expected to fall for her. Really fall for her. But shit, what was family anyway? Nothing but a bunch of labels and formalities that didn’t mean anything to most people when it really came down to it. At least that’s the way I’d been raised my whole life.
Fuck being “family”.
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It was a dirty job, but somebody had to do it.
“Oh, my God, Jensen,” my stepmother moaned as her long legs wrapped around my hips. Her left hand tangled in the dark mess of hair that covered my head as her right hand gripped a fistful of the sheets that covered my parents’ marital bed. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, yes, yes, oh, yeah…”
I pushed my cock deep inside her, each hard thrust making her moan louder than the one before. It was never about the sex for me.
This one’s for the black eye he gave me after I disagreed with his sermon.
This one’s for the broken arm I got for coming home ten minutes past curfew on a Friday night.
This one’s for the busted lip he said I earned after he saw me flirting with a girl at a church supper.
This one’s for all the times he told me how worthless I was, and for every time he reminded me that the day I was born was the worst day of his life.
The muscles of her 38-year-old pussy clenched around my throbbing cock, coaxing me closer to the edge with each buck of our hips on that glorious Saturday morning in June. I stared up at the wall behind the headboard where a gold cross hung strong and unapologetic. In an ironic twist of fate, my father had run out to counsel a couple at the church that was having marital problems.
“He’s going to be home soon, Juliette,” I whispered, urging her to hurry up and come. My fingers twisted around the pearl necklace she usually wore on Sunday mornings as she did her due diligence as the preacher’s wife. With a smile as fake as her tits, my father pretended not to care when people checked her out. Secretly, I was certain he loved the fact that even her Sunday best didn’t do a damn thing to hide her hourglass curves.
Juliette tended to take her time when we fucked, enjoying each and every second of being devoured by the one person she wasn’t supposed to find sexually attractive. She was all kinds of fucked up. My father always claimed he found her outside of a strip club, then he helped her “find God”, which was code for brainwashing her into believing everything that came out of his hypocritical mouth while doing everything he could to keep her under his thumb.
For a man of the cloth, his heart was the blackest black.
“I wish we could do this all day long,” she breathed, her face twisted in ecstasy. She bit her lip, which I’d learned early on was her way of signaling she was ready for me to blow my load. Juliette always loved it when we came at the same time.
“Fuck. I’m coming,” I groaned.
An explosion of hot cum caused a ripple of shockwaves through my body so intense I couldn’t see straight. And the last thing I remembered before what would be the very the last time I ever came inside my stepmother, was the way he said my name.
“Jensen.” His voice embodied the throaty, animalistic warning of a lion about to annihilate his prey.
Fuck.
Juliette scrambled beneath me, pushing me off her as a look of fear in her eyes clashed with the orgasmic flush that colored her cheeks. We’d imagined this scenario a hundred times before, but talking about it was different than playing it out in real life. It was a lot funnier in our minds, probably because he was such an asshole to both of us. Maybe I deserved some of it, but she sure as fuck didn’t. And if fucking her emotionally depraved stepson made her feel better about her pathetic little puppy-on-a-leash life, than who was I to judge? She was hot as sin and hardly old enough to be my mother. I had no problem plunging my cock inside her begging pussy on a weekly basis since the year I got my driver’s license.
Juliette had been moaning my name for the last thirty minutes, but now all she could scream from those fuckable Restylane lips of hers was, “No, no, no, no!”
It didn’t register to me that I was within an inch of my life until the sensation of his fingers around my neck mixed with the realization that I couldn’t breath. My back was up against the wall. I was naked. I didn’t remember being pulled off the bed, but all of a sudden I was on the other side of the room face to face with the man who’d brought me into the world and who now looked like he was two seconds from ripping my balls off and shoving them down my throat.
How long had he been watching us?
“You arrogant little bastard!” he seethed, his nostrils flaring as spit accompanied his words.
I couldn’t breathe to save my life, but damn if my lips didn’t twist into a smile. I couldn’t help myself. He called me “little”. I towered over that son of a bitch and he knew it. And according to my stepmother, height wasn’t the only way in which I outsized my father.
His fingers clenched harder around my throat, pressing against my windpipe as I gasped for air. The room began to darken, and all I could hear was the sound of Juliette’s frantic shrieking.
“Josiah! Stop,” she pleaded from the corner of the room where she stood wrapped in a white bed sheet. “You’re going to kill him!”
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