Hiya, TheLowKing here! I usually try to avoid splicing author's notes into chapters because they often intrude on the story, but a content warning is required here: the second half of this story features some very different kinks than the first, most significantly: gay sex and extensive use of slurs. If that ain't your jam, you might want to stop here... or maybe keep reading, and learn something new about yourself? ;)

And remember: this is just fiction! Real people should be treated with kindness and respect.

Chapter 14: An unwelcome guest

The weather was getting worse. It'd be a storm soon enough, but already the wind was picking up. Thankfully, Nancy had gotten here before the rain started, and her mother had a long shift today, so they had plenty of time.

She was six weeks pregnant. She hadn't begun to show yet, not really, and she hadn't told her mother yet. She'd held off, because once she did tell, it would instantly become a lot harder to meet up with Samuel. And if anything, she only needed him more now: her already-high libido sky-rocketed to the point that he could only barely keep up with her. He learnt the same thing had happened the first time she got pregnant, but this time she had an outlet for it, and she took advantage of it—of him—at every opportunity.

Barely a minute after she closed the door behind her, she was crouched in front of him, chest bare, and sucking his cock. She demanded he cum in her pussy every time, even now that she was already pregnant, but she'd developed a real obsession for blowjobs, so that's how they usually started.

Needless to say, he didn't mind in the slightest. He calmly took off his own shirt, then placed one hand on her head—knowing how much she enjoyed the feeling of being dominated. He let her set her own pace. though. There was no rush, after all.

She released his cock and kissed the underside of his shaft. "Mmm... I love the taste of your big black cock, daddy!"

"I know you do, babygirl," he said, slapping the tip of his cock against her pouting lips. "Now get back to sucking, slut."

She giggled and took it back into her mouth.

A sudden gust howled through the trees outside, and a split second later a thunderous boom echoed through the house, causing them both to jump. His cock popped free and she lost her precarious balance, falling back onto her ass with a lesser thud.

They both automatically turned towards the source of the noise—his back door slamming shut—

—and came face to face with an uninvited guest: a boy he'd never seen before.

Samuel estimated him to be 18 years old, square in that awkward time between teenager and adult. He was blonde and short. His mouth was agape with shock, and his eyes were riveted on Samuel's still-erect cock.

"Wesley!?" Nancy cried out.

Samuel blinked. He'd heard that name before. Wait... Wesley? Her brother!?

The cry shook the boy from his stupor, and he turned and ran, through the kitchen, towards the back door—which was evidently where he'd snuck in.

Samuel pulled up his pants and hopped after the fleeing boy, trying to move while buttoning up. He found him in a full-blown panic, yanking on the doorknob as hard as he could.

Samuel halted and leaned against the wall.

"It locks automatically when it closes, kid. Unless you think you can pull the door from its hinges, you ain't going anywhere."

Moments later, Nancy stormed past him, dressed once more, her face red with incandescent fury. "What are you doing here!?"

Wesley's face was just as red, but from humiliation instead of rage, and he said nothing. Nancy shook him by the shoulders, and when that didn't have the desired effect, she lifted a hand as if to slap him—or worse.

Samuel stepped in before things could escalate further. "I can guess. You were probably curious where you sister went all these afternoons, right? So when your mom wasn't around to keep an eye on you, you figured you'd follow her to find out."

Both of them looked at him with surprise.

"I had a sister too," he offered by way of explanation. "Nancy, can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

She blinked. "Uh, OK."

"Come with me. And you," he said, pointing a finger at Wesley, "you stay right there. Don't move a muscle. Understood?"

Wesley shrunk back against the door. "Y-yes, sir!"

"Good boy."

He nodded, blushing.