Sandy has just lay down and pulled the covers over her when she heard the door open. She froze, then;
"Jeff, is, is there something wrong?" She asked in a timid voice.
"No," His voice quavered from his state of excitement.
"Then..." Before she could finish he turned on her nightlight. In the dim light she saw him, next to her bed now.
"Oh!"
She actually put her hands to her mouth.
"Oh, no Jeff, please...your, your..."
Shivers tremored thru her body. He stood over her now, her body under the covers. He started to weaken, seeing her laying there, her eyes shiny with tears. Then to himself, "go on"
He sat down on the bed. It was so narrow there was hardly room for him. His cock was stiff and straight up. Her hands still up to her face, covering her mouth, Sandy for the first time, through half closed eyes, looked at Jeff's dick; she had from her first time having sex had been turned on by the male body; she actually loved a cock like men loved breasts. With the guys that she hooked up it was usually daytime, when the house was empty. Sometimes she would have the boy sit on the couch, then she would kneel in front of him and pull down his pants. Usually then she would right away put her hand on the cock that now was in front of her, then start giving him oral sex, licking his dickhead, then running her tongue up and down the length of it. Her cunt would respond, and by the time he had her panties off they were soaked and her pussy ready.
But not tonight. Even if the man on her bed was a boy she had hooked up with, after today she would have no desire. But this was her step-dad! But she did unconsciously noted his prick. While it was not unusually long, maybe six or seven inches, from her experience it was extra thick, maybe two inches, maybe a little more, with a head that at least in the dim light looked as large as her fist.
She wondered how her mother had handled it, then remembered the moans she would occasionally hear thru the thin walls, Then she wiped that thought out of her head, wondering why she would even think it.
Sandy lowered her hands, then again pleaded.
"Jeff, Jeff, oh God, please Jeff, I mean, I was like six when you married Mom..."
Tears brimmed in her eyes. Jeff thought about that, but since the "Real Crash" fifty years ago the One Percent had so tightened their grip that it wasn't unheard of for a family to prostitute the mother or daughter to just survive. Jeff of course didn't need to do such a thing; Trish and he were able to do alright. But when he was told what she had done, though the truth of it was that she was innocent and had been set up, the world had changed. He thought back to this afternoon. He had been called out of work and was told someone was waiting for him. Without much questioning he went into the car that was out front of the shop. He sat in the back seat with one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, let alone be with. While he wouldn't know it, he sat there and listened to her at the same time Paul was sodomizing Sandy.
She told him of the problem Trish had made for all of them, and of the "work" they had for Trish, and how their boys would be enrolled in an exclusive training school. She also gave him an envelope of large bills, and made it clear that he was to aid in making his wife's "change in circumstances" nothing of consequence with her family or friends.
"We know all of this is a lot to handle Jeff."
