Sign Up | Log In

Home | My Home | Discuss | Contact


 


Little Red Pills | rhetorical | 7

 

After a cordial dinner and arrangements for Claire and May to pick up the two cousins' things from their apartment the next day, everyone made their way to bed.

* * *

"How does it make you feel that I'm going to fuck your cousins?" Steve asked in a hoarse whisper, as he thrust into her from behind, lying on her stomach.

"Unh. So hot. Unh. Want you to fuck them," May grunted.

"I think I'll start tonight. How would you like that? I'll bring Claire here, and fuck her in our bed, with you watching."

"Ungh! Yes!" she moaned as she came, driving Steve over the edge.

As they lay in bed afterward, May smiled at Steve. "I love you, you pervert," she said. "But I'm not ready for a threesome with another woman: you're probably going to have to feed me another of your pretty red pills. But have fun with Claire tonight if you want to."

Steve started getting hard again from the idea of May volunteering to take another pill to make herself bisexual, and May squirmed her butt against his hardness. "You're incorrigable," she chuckled. "You might like to know that Claire is a bit of an insomniac, and usually goes down to the kitchen for some water a couple hours after going to bed. Go have fun."

* * *

After a quick rinse in the shower, and a conscious decision not to wear any clothing, Steve went downstairs to the computer room to await the sounds of activity in the kitchen. He was not to be disappointed, as soon there was sounds of footfalls on the kitchen floor.

Already fully erect from his active imagination, and feeling a combination of anxiety and anticipation, Steve went upstairs to find:

 

Who does Steve find in the kitchen?


          Claire, half-dressed.

 
 
 

view story map | bookmark thread | report thread

Login or Signup