Newlywed stage

I sit back down, feeling like a forgoten toy, and turn on the TV to drown out the sounds of their muffled giggles and whispers. I watch a show that doesn't register in my brain. The sounds from upstairs grow more intense. They are like newlyweds, planning their new life together. It's been one hour now, and the house feels like it's closing in on me.

I decide to sneak upstairs to see what they're doing. I tiptoe up the stairs, my heart hammering in my chest. As I approach the open door, I see them standing in the middle of the floor, and looking at the space with wide eyes, like kids in a candy store. They're discusing where the new furniture and stuff will go. "This will be perfect," Carrie says, her voice filled with excitement. I enter the room, trying to act casual, "Need any help?"

"Oh, no, honey," Carrie says with a wink. "We've got it all figured out." Carrie smiles up at him, her hand lingering on his arm. They're acting like a couple that's just moved into their first apartment. They're giddy with excitement, making plans and suggestions, their eyes shining with the kind of joy that comes from shared secrets. It's eerie, watching them, like I've stumbled into a parallel universe where the roles have been flipped.

Carrie breaks the silence first, her voice bubbly. "So, I'm going to cover the mattress. Tonight you have to sleep on the mattress. Our bed.... your bed will be there tomorrow grandpa. I'm so excited," she says, her eyes lighting up like a child on Christmas morning. Grandpa's eyes twinkle with mischief as he nods in agreement.

Feeling like an outsider, I **** a smile, "That's great honey, but grandpa can do it himself. He knows where the bed covers are. Leave him alone and let's go to sleep." I reply and reaching out to hold her hand but she pulls away, "It's no trouble, really. I want to make sure he's comfortable." She says, her eyes shifting between us, a hint of challenge in them. "He's right sweety, I can handle this. We have all the time in the world. I live here now, remember?", Grandpa adds with a smug smile.

I can't help but feel a stab of anger and jealousy. This isn't the plan. This isn't how it's supposed to be. But the sight of her eagerly helping him, the way she laughs at his jokes and touches his arm, it's clear that she's into it. And he's not making any effort to hide it. They're like two teenagers who've just discovered sex.

"Ok Grandpa, if you need something, just call me," I say with **** cheerfulness, take Carrie's hand, and guide her out of the room. She looks back over her shoulder at him with a seductive smile, making me feel like a third wheel in my own home. As we lay down, I spoon her, trying to ignore the smell of my grandfather's cologne that lingers on her skin. She squirms under my touch, and for a moment, I think she's going to reject me, but she arches her back and presses her ass against my cock instead.

"You know, we could have a bit of fun before bed," I whisper, nibbling on her ear. She giggles and rolls over to face me, her eyes gleaming with excitement. It's as if the awkwardness of earlier had never existed. "I was shopping all day and I'm tired," she says playfully, her hand already reaching for my crotch. "And tomorrow will be even more hectic with the furniture delivery. Let's skip it tonight." and kisses me on my cheek.

But my mind is racing, I can't help but feel a sense of urgency to claim her, to show her that I'm still the one she belongs to. I lean into her, my hands roaming over her body, feeling the curves that have become so familiar to me. She responds eagerly, her breath hitching as my fingers graze her nipples. "You know, we can't let tonight go without celebrating," I murmur, pushing her shorts down her legs.

Carrie's eyes widen for a moment, but then she nods, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I want to ride you," she whispers, her voice barely a breath. I lay back, and she straddles me. She's so wet, so eager, and as she sinks down onto my cock, I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of what this new dynamic might bring to our sex life. She starts to rock her hips, her breasts bouncing in the moonlight that streams through the bedroom window. She's always been vocal during sex, but tonight it's different. Her screams are louder, more theatrical. She's putting on a show, and I know exactly who the audience is.

With every moan and scream, she's trying to make sure Grandpa can hear us. Her nails dig into my chest as she rides me faster, her moans turning into full-on wails. "Oh, yes, baby, fuck me harder," she cries out, her voice echoing through the room. Her hips gyrate wildly, and her eyes roll back in her head, the pleasur on her face undeniable.

But it's not for me. Her performance is for him. She wants him to know that she's enjoying herself. That she's a slut. And with every "Yes, Daddy," that slips from her lips, it's like a knife twisting in my gut. I can almost hear his smug chuckle from the other room. She's playing right into his hands, and she loves it. "Oh, you're so big, baby," she moans, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. "Fuck me, like the whore I am."

The words are like a punch to the face. I know she's just saying it to get a reaction out of him, to make him want her more. And it's working. The walls of the house seem to pulse with the energy of their shared secret. Her pussy tightens around my cock, and she starts to bounce harder, her tits slapping against my chest. "Oh, God, yes," she screams, her voice echoing through the empty hallways. "I'm going to come.", she says with a smirk, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

I pound into her, my own desire for her mixing with anger and betrayal. "You're mine," I growl, trying to drown out the sound of her taunts. But she's lost in the moment, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes, Daddy," she cries out again, and it feels like a slap across the face. I want to stop, to tell her to knock it off, but I can't. My body responds to her, even as my mind screams in protest. Finally, she reaches her climax with a scream that could wake the dead, her pussy spasming around my cock. I follow suit, my orgasm ripping through me like a tornado.

As we lay there, panting and sweaty, Carrie's eyes flutter open, and she looks at me with a smug smile. She knows what she's done, and she's proud of it. "I'm going to take a shower," she says, sliding off me and sauntering out of the room. Her hips sway with every step, as if she's trying to make sure he can see her ass. I collapse onto the bed, feeling used and discarded. But even in my anger and confusion, I can't deny the fact that I'm still rock hard, my cock throbbing from the intensity of her performance. But tomorrow I have to go to work and let them have the house to themselves again.