The morning sun shone into a bedroom through a wall that was completely glass. Inside was a queen-size bed with a chrome metal headboard, a black duvet cover and pink pillows. On the other side of the room were white flat panel cabinets that were open wide. Standing in front of them was a tall woman wearing a long white robe and black high heels. In the center of the open cabinet was a floor length mirror framed on either side in stylish clothing, mostly black and pink. The woman stared at her reflection. She looked to be in her mid-twenties with red lipstick on her thick lips, and dark mascara over her sky blue eyes. She had a slightly upturned nose, a narrow chin, and long golden blonde hair that flowed over the shoulders of the long white robe. She pulled the robe closed and tied the belt around her small waist when she heard the doorbell ring. She closed the cabinet doors, leaving an almost seamless flat white wall.
She took a couple of slow breaths and then walked down the hall, her heels echoing down the corridor. The hall opened up to a huge living room filled with dark wooden bookcases and plush leather couches. The outer walls were made entirely of glass with a white cantilevered ceiling.
To the left was the glass front door, on the other side of which was a young man who was at least six feet tall. He had brown skin and was built with a trim waist and wide muscular chest wrapped in a white v-neck. A pair of silver crucifixes hung around his neck. His biceps were muscular and his thick black hair was styled in a short fohawk fade. He had light brown eyes and a square chin with a soulpatch beneath his thick lower lip.
He looked at the attractive woman through the thick glass, the only barrier between them.
She untied her robe and pushed it off, over her shoulders. The robe fell to the floor, revealing her hourglass shaped body, dressed in black lingerie with a garter belt and pantyhose. Her ample bust looked amazing in the lacey underwear. The man stared at her breathtaking body and smiled from ear-to-ear.
On a pedestal in front of the door was a small keypad. He entered a four digit code, and after the door unlocked with a click, he stepped inside. She turned around and began to walk away, showing her full round butt in thong underwear, as her hips swayed from side to side seductively.
"Damn Courtney, I've missed that ass," he said.
She was silent, only her heels clicking as she walked down the hall. He followed her into the hall past one bedroom until she turned to face him, in front of another open bedroom door.
"I like the outfit. We the only ones here?" He asked, as he reached out to grab her. She caught both of his strong hands before they got a chance to touch hips.
"Everyone comes back tomorrow. And Marlon... no touching. Lay on the bed," she ordered, pointing to the bedroom. He could have easily overpowered her, but her change in attitude must have interested him, because he didn't argue.
"You have something kinky planned girl?" Marlon asked. As he entered, he pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor in one clean motion. His crucifixes made a clinking sound as they fell together on his wide chest. His chiseled abdominals were like an underwear model, but his arms and shoulders were a little bulkier.
"I want to try something new," she said, placing both hands on her hips and sticking her large breasts out as he kicked off his sneakers and lay flat on the bed.
She went to the bedside table and opened the small drawer there. While her back was facing Marlon, he grabbed her large, well-shaped butt.
"You gonna let me into that ass?"
She turned with a hint of anger on her face, but it quickly faded.
"I said no touching," she said, pulling away his hand after she turned around. She was holding fuzzy pink handcuffs in her hand. "But if you're a good boy, maybe I'll give you a treat."
"I think you know I'm not a good boy, but I'll try," her said with a smile.
"Take off your pants," she said.
He quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled off his loose trousers, tossing then onto his shirt in the corner. Like always, he was commando. Courtney glanced at his thick dark cock and then looked him straight in the eye. She fought the urge to stare at his impressive genitals. Marlon held out his hand as he lay on the top of the bed. She grabbed his wrist and clasped one end of the handcuff tightly around it. She pushed his hand back and clasped the other end of the handcuff to the metal frame of the bed.
"Isn't this Ashley's room?" He said looking at the black bed with the pink pillows. "Why not yours?"
"She's the only one that has a headboard like this," Courtney replied. She handcuffed his other hand to the opposite side of the bed as a smile crept across her glossy lips. "So, let's get started," she said.
"Oh yeah. Gimme dat ass."
"I don't think so," she replied. "Ok, Mom!" she said loudly as she folded her arms beneath her chest. Then Marlon heard the sounds of footsteps down the hall.
"Hello Marlon," said a woman in a long mustard yellow dress as she came into view. She had a beautiful oval-shaped face similar to Courtney. She was shorter and looked like she could be Courtney's sister. There were the hint of crows feet at the corners of her green eyes and her champagne blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The sleeveless midi dress was buttoned all the way down the front and ruffled along the bottom edge. She was carrying Courtney's white robe and handed it to her daughter.
"Hey Cara," Marlon replied. "This suddenly got more exciting. Mother-daughter threesome?" He spoke casually, which was a stark contrast to his current predicament.
"No," Courtney said.
"The... we can't... anymore," Cara spoke with an unsure and quiet voice.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"No more fooling around with me or mom," Courtney explained as she put on the robe, covering her body. "I saw you with Cara that night after the whole family was in the sauna. She went into your room and I could hear from the other side of the door what you were doing."
Marlon's expression did not change.
"Do you deny it?" Courtney asked.
"I fucked her," he said plainly. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"You're an asshole," she said. "Why would you do that?"
"It's not as big a deal as your making it."
"Not a big deal?" Her voice was rising. "Cara, my mom, is married to your Dad, Mateus, and you were fucking her, your own stepmother?" She said the last words almost yelling. "I wasn't enough? Even if I'm your step-sister?"
"First stop calling Mateus my dad. I've hardly even known him for a year. Next, why didn't you ask about it then? Or we could have talked on the phone, instead of whatever this is," he rattled the cuffs. "And it's not like you or Cara didn't have a say. You both wanted it."
Courtney scowled and Cara looked ashamed.
"That's why you got my number and had me come to this family get-together early? It's been almost three months, have you been stewing this whole time?" he asked.
"N-no. I thought you were going to just deny it. I've had a boyfriend cheat on me before."
"I'm not your boyfriend. You're cheating on your boyfriend with me."
"Kids, let's not-" Cara began.
"Not now mom," Courtney said, cutting her mother off. "Marlon, you took advantage of me, of us," she corrected herself.
"I don't think so," he said. He tilted his knee up and his big cock bounced onto his other leg with a flop. Cara's eyes went to the motion between his legs, but she quickly brought them back to his face as she tried to focus.
"Well...that first time-" Courtney started.
"You wanted it as much as I did, maybe more. But you have me at a disadvantage now," Marlon said, as he pulled his cuffs tight, his biceps and chest flexing as he causing the handcuffs to clang against the metal loudly.
"Honey maybe we should let him go, this is a bit much," Cara said.
"No. I'm, I mean we're just putting him in his place. Do you think he even cares about you or Mateus?" she asked. "Maybe he's just trying to break you up or something?" There was a pause, but Cara didn't reply to her daughter's questions. "Or are you just a sex addict?" Courtney asked him.
"Really? Are you done asking your questions?" He laughed. "Can you let me go now?" he asked calmly. He shifted his pelvis again and his dick flopped to the other side. Cara tried not to linger her gaze on his tasty looking dick for too long. It was difficult focusing on his face.
"I think it's enough," Cara said.
