You asked for it you got it. The sequel. Thanks to David for once again editing my tale of perversion.
I was awoken the next day by the violent sound of my dad knocking on the door. “Wakey, wakey Stevie!… Are you up?”
I answered with an incoherent grumble, to which he replied “Okay” and I heard his footsteps move away. At first I was pissed off about being awakened so early, but then I suddenly remembered how I had fucked Jacqui the night before and a big smile grew on my face. I was then struck by a fear that I would have to face severe consequences for semi-raping my stepmother.
I quickly deduced that my stepmother hadn’t snitched on me yet because my dad seemed quite chirpy when he woke me up but I was seriously worried that I was living on borrowed time. My only hope was that Jacqui felt too ashamed or humiliated to ever tell anyone. All fears aside, I couldn’t help but chuckle when I recalled the brutal face-fucking I had given her, as well as the sweet feeling of her wet snatch clinging to my young cock. Oh, and the look on her face when I took off the blindfold.
I quickly got dressed and entered the hallway. Cautiously I opened the door into the lounge/kitchen area. Rebecca, my chubby little stepsister, looked up from her breakfast and I couldn’t help but notice the ample breasts that were developing by perving at the cleavage her partly unbuttoned school shirt revealed. Then I saw Jacqui fiddling around in the kitchen. Staring, she greeted me in a flat voice “Oh…Good morning Stephen.”
“Hi,” I said, slightly intimidated by the knowledge that she could have me arrested, but as I replied I realized that she could do what ever she wanted to me but she would still have MY cum in her stomach and up her cunt. A perverted sense of pride dwelled inside me and I regarded her as a fine conquest.
“How did you sleep?” she inquired, barely concealing a scowl.
“Really good thanks. How about you?”
Suddenly my Dad came in. “He’s awake!” he joked melodramatically. “Now listen I had another fainting spell last night, It was actually in the kitchen. So Jacqui will be driving Rebecca to school and dropping you off.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah, it’s a good thing Jacqui had trouble sleeping last night and came out and found me here or I might have been lying here all night.”
I ate breakfast, waited for Rebecca and Jacqui to get ready and then we left. I sat in the front, Rebecca in the back. I didn’t talk for the whole trip to Rebecca’s catholic school. When we reached the school I sat and stared out the window at all the teenage schoolgirls’ legs and blossoming tits as Jacqui said her goodbyes.
There was an awkward silence between Jacqui and I as we drove away. I began wondering why Jacqui was wearing a skirt. This puzzled me for two reasons: first, I had never seen her wear a skirt before in the whole time I had known her, which was a shame because she actually had beautiful creamy thighs (as I had discovered the night before) and secondly, I’m no psychologist, but you would think after my violation of her the previous night she would want to cover her body up as much as possible, or at least not show any more flesh than usual.
Anyway, so we drove away from the school in silence as I worried that she might take the opportunity to confront me about the previous night. We drove down a few blocks of side streets, which bewildered me slightly, and then Jacqui pulled up next to a small deserted park. I looked down, staring at the floor, and let out a heavy sigh as I prepared myself for an intense confrontation.
“Firstly,” she said as she stared at the side of my head, “I want you to know that I’m not going to tell anyone what you did to me last night.”
I smiled with relief and turned to face her. “Oh, thanks Jacqui! I swear I’ll never do anything like that again! Not to you or anybody!”
She smiled and undid her seat belt. “Well, there’s no need for such drastic measures.”