Vivian had just gotten off the phone with her sister. It appears her nephew had gotten himself into some shit again. Her sister was asking if she could take and hide him this time.
Vivian hadn't seen Jermaine in 7 years but even at 14 he clearly belonged to the streets. He was just a skinny kid who grew up hard, and he gave no cares about other people. Now at 21 he was a full fledge gangbanger.
Vivian would have been in the same place as her sister, but she got an abortion instead of having Jermaine's father's baby. She cleaned herself up after that and met Jason her now husband. He was a very wealthy dentist, and came with 1 baggage as Vivian calls his daughter Ariel. That was 11 years ago and the baggage never accepted her as a mom.
Ariel was old enough to know she wasn't her real mom, and her real mom left her dad for a pool boy, and let Jason have Ariel.
Jason raised her right, she was the valedictorian of her class, head cheerleader, and a body to die for. Ariel loved teasing men into doing what she wanted. But as far as Vivian knew she was still a virgin.
But goody miss two shoes could never seem to show respect to her step-mom. She was always whimpering to her dad to ruin Vivian's day or plans.
A smile ran across Vivian's face she had a fail proof plan now. She texted her sister and told her Jermaine could stay whenever, though tomorrow would workout best. She then hung up the phone and ran some errands and picked up a few things.
When she returned to the house her husband and step-daughter were already home. She walked in the door greeting her husband who embraced her and kissed her. "Honey you know Jermaine?"
Jason looked at her questioningly, "of course I do he's your nephew."
"Well he's been in a little bit of trouble, and he needs to come stay here for a bit." She smiled at him, draping his arms around his neck, giving him puppy dog looks and kissed him.
Jason was leery of Jermaine he was not a nice kid even at 14 the last time he saw him 7 years ago. Since then, he's been arrested multiple times, even under suspicion of murder, drugs, robbery, and date rape. He's even believed to have 4 or 5 kids by different baby mama's as he calls them. However Jason looked down, and he couldn't deny his wife's puppy dog look.
That night Ariel was looking over her college list. Only 1 month before she can move into the dorm and get away from her evil step-mom. The faint creek of a bed alerted Ariel. She reached over to her night stand, as a women's moan pierced the walls. Ariel rummaged through and grabbed her head phones. "Oh god fuck me Jason, fuck me like the slut I am." Ariel plugged the head phones in to her phone. "You like that huh baby that I'm a slut. Think of all those bla-." Ariel got the music blaring in her ears thankful not to hear anymore.
The next day Ariel woke to an empty house. She walked downstairs and found a note informing her of her chores, haha yeah right, and that they went grocery shopping for a guest that would be staying.
Ariel ate breakfast and headed for the shower. As she was stepping out of the shower she heard the doorbell ring insistently. She wrapped a towel around herself. She hurried down the stairs and looked through the peep hole. There was her step-aunt with a larger black man. Hmm guess she got a new boyfriend she thought to herself.
She opened the door. "Hello Belle, are you to be our guest tonight?" She said with a smile. She liked her step-aunt, so much more relaxed than her step-mom.
"No honey actually I have to run, but you remember Jermaine? He's going to be staying with you guys for a while." With that she hugged her niece, told her son to behave, and left.
"What up cuz. Damn you grew up what were you 11 the last time we seen each other 7 years ago...now a grown woman at 18?" He couldn't help but have his eyes wander the 18 year old blonde haired beauty before him. 5'2, 110 lbs but all the curves in the right place. Her 36c tits and her thick apple bottom. The towel stretchinh in both places. He could tell she liked what she saw as he watched her nipples harden.
She stuttered at her 6'5, 268 lb, jacked in all the right places, barely any fat at all, cousin. "I...i...ummm, yes I..." then she just laughed. "Oh my you've gotten big." Her eyes couldn't help but travel his body. The waves he put in his hair, his smooth dark face, his muscles stretching his shirt. Her eyes got curious as they traveled lower locking onto his waistband seeing a gun on his side. She grew nervous at the sight then, but continued on. She knew he was a gangbanger, so she assumed he'd know how to care for guns. Her eyes then traveled lower she could make out what appeared to be the barrel of a gun, but she couldn't fathom why you'd put a gun from your crotch area to your middle of your thigh. Or even why he would need 2 guns.
He leaned in hugging her, brushing the gun against her stomach area. "That's not a gun sweetie." He let go as the car door shut behind him.
"Oh good Jermaine you're here. Good to see you getting acquainted with Ariel." She hugged him and moved inside. "I have a big dinner planned, but first Jermaine I need to speak with you privately."
They went into the office and Ariel went to change. A big smile on Jermaine's face made Ariel question what that was all about as she bounded down the stairs in a short jean skirt and a pink flimsy tank top. As Vivian prepared food, Ariel couldn't help thinking she was being extra nice to her today.
The food was finished, and they all sat down for dinner. Vivian placed out plates then the drinks. They ate, drank, and chatted about life.
As Ariel ate she started to feel warm, and tingly. She took another drink hoping it would cool her down. She looked over at her step-mom who just said something to her, but she couldn't stop the feeling to concentrate. She heard the phone ring, and her dad stepped away from the table.
She looked to Vivian who was smiling at her clear discomfort. She squeezed her legs together, and ground into the chair cushion. She jumped as she felt a bare foot on her thigh. She looked up at Jermaine who was also smiling at her. He reached out and grabbed her hand which sent a million tiny Shock wave through her body. "Mmm, whaaaaa." The moan escaped before she could stop it.
Vivian laughed and clapped her hands together. "I think she is ready Jermaine." She dug out a black pouch and handed it to Jermaine. "Keep her happy and make sure she's always occupied."
Ariel didn't understand what they were talking about, she only knew she couldn't control her urges. She felt Jermaine's foot pushing at her knees. She was doing her best to keep them closed, but he started rubbing her arm sending the right kind of unlock code. She slowly opened her legs and his foot slid along the inner thigh until it found her moist slit.
She felt the pressure and then the rubbing. He now had both her hands, holding her in place on the table as he rubbed her wet slit with his foot. Vivian laughed and walked away. Knowing Ariel would be a good slut by the time he gets done with her.
"Now for the finishing touches sweetie." He opened the bag, holding both her hands with his other, his foot never stopping. He could tell she was getting into it, grinding against his foot. He pulled out a spoon, a baggy, a lighter and a needle. He took.a big hit, not one to make her O. D but enough to make her feel like she was on cloud 9.
He loaded up the needle. She tried feeble attempts to stop him, but his foot kept her in constant arousal and unable to fully control her movements. Her moans turned to whimpers wanting him to stop but not being able to say no to him.
He tied a rubber hose around her arm, and easily found her vein. He plunged the needle in, her whimpers not enough to stop him. He pushed the plunger down and shot the H into the future slut. He let go of her arms as he watched the drug move through her body. She leaned back, almost no longer conscious. He started rubbing hard and her body knew what to do even if her brain didn't.
Jermaine could no longer fight the urge. He picked up his 18 year old Step-cousin and took her to her room. He dumped her unceremoniously, with a bounce of her body. He looked down on her, lost in her drug high. Her panties were soaked, nipples erect and skirt pushed up around her waist.
He moved between her legs, pressing his 2nd gun into her eager pussy. 1 hand went to her throat the other to her shirt. As he ground into her, he choked her, and ripped off her tank top. Her breast came bouncing out, jiggling everywhere. He threw the pink shirt on the floor matching everything else in the room.
Jermaine leaned in biting and sucking on her nipples. He choked harder listening to her gasp for breath just to moan. His hand slid to her hair lifting her up. He told her to take off his pants.
