CHAPTER FIVE
Trent
Oh fuck, oh fuck. Am I really doing this? Am I really seducing the daughter of the house while her parents sleep upstairs?
It’s fucking insane. And wrong. And yet I can’t keep my hands off of Janie. The brunette’s delicious and irresistible, and it’s been hell trying to stay away from her. I’ve locked myself in my room so that I don’t maul the beautiful brunette at every turn. I even pleaded depression so that I could get out of being her partner in Biology. Otherwise, who knows what other dirty things would have happened?
Because Janie has a heart of gold, and she’s got it all wrong. Or rather, they all have it wrong. Everyone thinks that I’m suffering from grief and mourning the loss of my parents. And to some extent, I am. After all, Karen and Bob were human beings, and I care about them as one human for another. But as parents? They were godawful, and the worst part is that no one could tell. We probably came off as the perfect family, when in fact the two of them were monsters.
Because Karen and Bob were raging alcoholics. If the coroner had been able to do some type of autopsy, they would have determined that both Karen and Bob had blood alcohol levels way over the limits. Not a smidge over the limit but probably four or five times what’s legal. Not only that, they would have seen that both of my parents have diseased livers, the organs already scarred and decayed from decades of abuse.
But the thing is that the coroner couldn’t do an autopsy because their bodies were so trashed that there was literally nothing to be done. Just some dismembered body parts, and liters of blood. It’s gross, I know, but that’s the nature of death sometimes.
So yes, I mourned. After all, on some level Karen and Bob provided for me. I always had a place to sleep and there was always food on the table. But anything more than that? Please. It was me taking care of them, and not the other way around.
So it goes to show that things aren’t always what they seem. On the outside, my family was perfect. We lived in a two-story house that vaguely looked like the White House, with an expanse of emerald green lawn and his and her Mercedes parked in the garage. But on the inside, the Lewises were dysfunctional to the point of shattering. The minute I finished high school, I was getting the hell out of Dodge with no intention of ever speaking to my parents again. Football made that possible for me, what with the scholarship offers.
But everything’s been turned on its head because now I’ve seen the real thing. The veils been lifted from my eyes because now I’ve witnessed what it’s like to live as a part of a normal, loving family, and shit but I’m angry. I’m angry that Karen and Bob wasted years of their lives looking at the bottom of the bottle. I’m angry that they wasted years of my life by forcing me to pretend to be Mr. Perfect, when inside all I wanted to do was to scream the truth to the heavens.
So it’s been a rough adjustment, to say the least. Not only did I lose my two closest relatives, but my entire world view has changed. Oh sure, I realized that our household wasn’t normal, thus my intention to get away as soon as possible. But I didn’t realize that we were this abnormal. What Janie and her parents have is terrifyingly decent, and I’m broken up inside knowing that this is what I missed … and because of what I’m going to do to their daughter.
Because I can’t stop myself anymore. I’m a fucking raging animal at this point. Biology was nothing. Janie only saw a piece of me then, the asshole who pushed her over to get a better look at that big bottom. And boy, did the beautiful brunette deliver. I’ll never forget the sight of Janie on her hands and knees in the classroom, baiting me with her holes as my cock dripped hungrily onto the floor.
And in the past few weeks, things have only reached fever pitch. The girl’s always around. Helping in the kitchen. Knocking on my door to tell me that dinner’s ready. Even delivering towels to my bedroom with a shy smile while announcing that they’re still warm from the dryer.
Fuck. What do I do? Well, the animal’s been released now, and I’m here to take. I just made the sweet girl come like a hurricane with my tongue in her pussy, but that was only step one. And it looks like she’s more than ready for step two, lying back with her legs spread, a sweet smile on that gorgeous face.
Because shit, this woman is the one for me. I’ve always wanted someone sharp as a tack, yet with a strong streak of the domestic. I’ve always wanted someone who could pull out straight A’s while also baking a mean apple pie. And Janie is all of that and more. She’s got a real future, an unblemished past, and a body to die for. What else could I ask for? It doesn’t get better than this gorgeous vixen.
So I pull out my cock, the heavy length thick and dripping with lust.
“Are you sure, baby?” I ask, my voice raspy with need. “Once it goes in, I don’t think I can stop.”
Janie doesn’t even hesitate. Instead, the little slut actually pulls her knees up higher, revealing everything to me, from her throbbing clit down to that dark back hole.
“Yes Trent,” she breathes. “You made me feel good, now let me make you feel good.”
And with that, I’m on it. My big form descends on her, the curvy white flesh driving me insane. My lips are on hers, seizing that delectable pout in a frenzied kiss as my tip nudges her folds. She’s so tight that at first, I can only slide in about half an inch.
“Fuck baby,” I rasp, pulling back to gaze at those sweet features for a moment. “Are you a virgin?”
She colors bright red, visible even in the dim light.
“No,” Janie mewls in reply, eyes blinking with unshed tears. “Why is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”
But I bend and kiss her again, re-positioning myself. She’s just tiny, that’s all, and I have to be careful.
“Relax, sweetheart,” I breathe against her lips. “You’re about to get stretched and it’s easier if you go with it.”
She inhales deeply, nodding slightly, and I feel it then. My shaft slips deeper into her folds, that pretty pink cunt gripping me like a velvet glove. Oh fuck, she’s so hot, tight, and wet and I want to come right now. But I can’t. Janie deserves the best, so I take another breath and gently ease forward again.
“Oh!” she cries out, eyes flying open. “Oh god, you’re so big!”
“That’s right,” I growl into her ear. “And you’re so fucking small. But trust me baby, this pretty pussy can take my cock. You’re young and elastic, so you’ll stretch.”
She moans again, eyes fluttering shut, but as her hips shift, I slide in all the way, balls deep within her sweet channel.
“Fuck,” I rasp, pulling out before sliding back in. “I’m a fucking monster and you took me all the way on our first time. You know what that means, sweetheart? It means that you’re a slut, a little whore who loves dick.”
She moans again, my dirty words turning her on.
“Yes, I’m a whore,” she pants deliriously. “Yes, I love dick. I love your dick, Trent, give it to me!”
And within minutes, we’re going at a frenzied pace. I’m slamming into that tight cunt, my abs and neck tense as the little girl lifts her knees to let me get in even further.
“Yes,” she moans in a frenzy. “Yes, yes! Trash my pussy! Use my body however you want!”
And her words shove me over the edge. One minute I’m Trent Lewis, fucking psycho, and the next I’m Trent Lewis, fucking psycho who’s also over the moon. Because the creaminess that’s Janie is irresistible and I let go then, dick twitching and spasming as it jets hot lashes of jism into her interior.
“Unnnh!” she cries out, big boobies heaving as I ejaculate again and again. “Oh unnnnh!”
And as my dick empties itself inside the beautiful girl, her pussy spasms drawing my virile semen even deeper, all I feel is a blissful sense of satisfaction. There’s no terror. There’s no guilt that I’ve corrupted a good girl right under her parents’ noses. Because Janie is my woman, and despite the fact that the story’s all twisted right now … I just want more.