Home to the Family

You don't know what has come over you. It's like you have lost every inhibition and instinct you had. You follow the coed from the train, getting off just as the doors slide shut. Without a word, you follow her down from the platform and across the street. She takes your hand. Hand-in-hand you walk up the block of old, brick, townhouses. It's a decent working-class neighborhood. She stops in front of one house; "What's your name?"

"Kayla..." you almost whisper.

"I'm Amy. Let's go!" She bounds up the stairs, unlocked the door, and enters the house. You follow close behind.

Amy lead you into a nicely furnished home; you can hear conversation from another room. You both walked toward it. Just behind the skinny girl, you walk into a kitchen; the smells of pasta, sausage, and sauce fill your senses. An older man, maybe 45-50 is cooking; he is tall and in really good shape, you notice. Sitting at the kitchen table are two young men - both look about 20 and both are well-built. All three have the look and bodies of men who work construction or s trade that requires strength and muscle.

The girl speaks first, "Kayla, this is my Dad, Steve, and my brothers Roy and Don. Guys," Amy points at you and smiles, "this is my friend Kayla. She's here for dinner."

The three men greet you warmly. Steve comes over and gives Amy a kiss. You notice that it is alot more of a kiss that your Father ever gave you. Steve's hand is stroking Amy's flat ass through her jeans.

Don has gotten up from his chair. He moves behind you. You feel his breath; his face is close to your's. You wonder if he smells the cum the teens shot over you. "Mmmm," his strong hand slides up your skirt and onto your panties, "maybe you'd like to be dinner."