Duck into a quiet room to call your boyfriend.

Instead of trying to figure out where the music is coming from, you decide to call your boyfriend to see if you should sneak out to meet him. You curl your lips into a slight smile at the thought of giving Adam another reading hand job in his car while he begs you to let him cum. Yes, you will definitely call.

As you duck into the semi-darkened dining room to the left of the door, you can't see anything in the relative gloom. You are taken aback by the intense smell of marijuana, mixed with a strong, musky scent, similar to the one from the bag outside, and for a second you are disoriented. Looking down at your purse while you stumble forward, your foot catches a chair leg and you tumble, letting out a surprised squeak.

But rather than falling onto the floor and on your face, your hands meet a hard wall of muscle. As you regain your balance, your hands keep on the foreign object. It feels like you are touching the side of a race horse. In the gloom it takes you a second to register what you are seeing, but then you eventually decipher what you are looking at with a shock. Right in front of you in your own house stands the darkest, most muscular, sexiest black man you have ever seen. Your delicate aryan features are frozen in a mask of surprise as you look up at his chiseled African features. He is totally unlike any of the boys from highschool. This was some sort of primal god.

Muscled like a greek statue, he stands more than a foot taller than you. The intimidating man is massive, at least 250 pounds of pure muscle. With a few grey strands in his short-trimmed beard and at the sides of his even shorter cut hair, he looks to be well in his 40s. Glancing at his hard-worn features and piercing eyes causes a strange shiver to bloom inside you, racing outward from your womb. After about a second, you recognize him. This is Tyrell, the bodybuilder and your sister, Adriana's boyfriend that she is constantly posting online about!

"Haha, looks like I get to breed ya'll by myself!" he laughs as he reaches around you to slap your ass. He doesn't remove his gargantuan hand, which instead feels like it covers most of your ass cheek, which he grips firmly and seems to knead subtly. A strange feeling, which seems half arousal and half violation ripples through you.