To all the readers, good or bad, thank you for taking the time to read my first chapter. It really encourages me to keep writing.. I usually like to just sit back and read the others. Chapters are on its way.
To my editor and confidante, Maximguy... thank you for all your tireless work. I couldn't have done it without you. Muah. Enjoy guys
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Walking into the kitchen, it's a scene that is played throughout most households. The adoring husband, reading his paper, sipping away at his coffee, looking splendid in his business shirt and tie. He's totally consumed in his paper, not noticing his children sitting there.
Elana, my stepdaughter, on her phone talking at a million miles per hour, a picture of absolute blonde perfection.
And then there was Josh, my stepson. His anger was clearly written on his face, staring death glares through his newspaper. His eyes turned to me, the look in them as if to say that I was nothing but a two bit whore.
I felt the shame and fear of what I heard last night tingle at the extreme tips of my body, like dread creeping into the very core of my bones.
This, you may think, is still the typical family except for the fact that:
One, I overheard my stepson fucking my stepdaughter.
Two, I overheard my stepchildren wanting to fuck their stepmom.
Three, my husband caught me snooping outside his son's door, and not realizing that it was his daughter that was getting fucked in there.
Four, I was blowing my husband outside his son's door and got caught by that same son.
Five, none of the parties are aware of all the above facts.
"Morning baby." I saw the smile and hunger that crept into Graham's eyes, a reminder of the source of the soreness that throbbed in my pussy this fine morning. I walked over as Graham pulled me in for a kiss. God, just his kisses alone made me wet.
"Get a room," Elana said. I could see her rolling her eyes.
"Pumpkin, my house, my rules. You don't like it, close your eyes or pack your bags. That's what people do when they are in love." Graham snapped back.
Elana huffed and went back to talking on the phone, her eyes flicking to me just a tad long enough to make me uncomfortable.
"By the way, don't wait up tonight. I'm flying out to New York with Elana. Don't make that face, baby. It's just for a week or so. I have an important meeting with a client and Elana has her final interview at Eugene Lang College," Graham told me.
Seeing the odd look on my face, my husband tilted my face up to his. "What is it?"
