Chapter 30

The next morning, you woke up cold to find that Nancy had gone. She'd left the mouldy, old blanket covering you… but somehow emerging into the day without another soul present sent a shiver through you. Ghosts of stronger arms still whispered around your shoulders, reminding how much safer they'd made you feel. The memories of last night returned slowly, unravelling all that had happened at the pace that it had.

You were no longer a virgin.

The thought seemed to echo a lot more hollowly than it was supposed to. The bursting pride you had glimpsed on the chests of other boys in the locker room as they boasted their own triumphs… lost on you completely. The bucking hips of that older woman riding atop you came back as lapping waves; yet you had simply been happy she seemed to be enjoying herself. You're own pleasure barely registering as an afterthought. Was that how it always was? The sound of her rising gasps and catching breaths as she unloaded her story were now a melody you couldn't forget. But the actual physicality of emptying your little balls inside of her was already fading.

Balls…

Lifting up your covering, you realised you were still wearing nothing but a padded bra. Arguably the most useless item of clothing for you, and one which had scarred deep indentations where you had slept on it. You kept it on though, for want to be wearing something. You were going to have to sneak to your step-sister's wardrobe, or risk scuttling through the shop downstairs to find yesterday's outfit.

Approaching the ajar door to the bedroom, you recognised a familiar collection of soft moans and sighs. Putting your eye to the gap, you spied two moving mounds in the curtained dimness. Only Skeg and Jenny remained, the others having presumably left whenever Nancy did. All coverings discarded, the pair were lying naked side-by-side. Your step-sister draping back into the loose embrace of your landlord. He was sliding in and out of her in a slow and leisurely pace. The tired, gentle rhythm of two bodies which had been embroiled with each other all night but were still not quite ready to give up this connection.

You could see the glistening wetness of where his flesh entered hers. Could see the staining evidence of multiple previous entrants taking their fill of her, then pouring in a goopy review. It was strangely beautiful… to think of your own step-sibling flesh and blood providing that same sense of pleasure and fulfillment to three older men, time after time. To see the semi-conscious smile on her face as Skeg made use of her for what was presumably neither the first or last time this morning. You knew this was not a chore to her. That being woken up every few hours to find another man inside of her would be no less than a dream come true. Some part of you still reviled at the thought of others taking such liberties over the one you loved the most… but, if that was her wish… you could never stand against it.

Watching that only half-swollen lump of meat slip in and out of her. In and out. You couldn't help but feel your own flesh answer. Small fingers closed around twitching sensitivities. Your own erection much more meagre than the one your eyes were glued to, even though it was throbbing at full mast. Masturbating to the sight of your step-sister being penetrated seemed like yet another spoke along the wheel you could not come back from. At this point, though… you were already far beyond stopping. She was magnificent. And somehow, this seemed only the truest painting to capture that essence.