Brad
I toed my running shoes off and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. The house was quiet, except for the tv in the basement. It was just before eleven. Kaitlyn must have dozed off with it on. I wandered down the stairs and froze halfway down.
“Oh, my sweet, innocent little chiquita. Drop to your knees and suck their souls out of their cocks. Easy peasy, on your kneesy, babes.”
Who the hell did she bring into the house after I left? My cock strained at my jeans. An image of Kaitlyn on her knees, lips wide around my cock, flashed into my mind. Fuck, yes. This girl has been taunting me for years.
“Do I look okay? Nice and fuckable, I hope.” Kaitlyn laughed and told the unknown voice, “Yes. You’re hot, babe. Where’s he taking you again?”
They continued their conversation, and I took a few more steps down until I could see Kaitlyn in the mirror above the fireplace. She was alone, but on a video chat. That made a lot more sense.
No. Brad, you can’t do this. This girl is young and innocent. Let her go off to college and spread her wings. I retreated up the stairs, moving a little faster when I saw her get up off the recliner. I slipped behind the curtain over the kids’ play area under the stairs as her feet hit the kitchen tiles.
“Fuck it!” She cursed and ran up the stairs. She...