Family Secrets by Moon Lightwood Page A

been drowning him. He'd even considered just packing his bags
and leaving, because every single time he'd looked at his wife he'd
contemplated spilling his guts and begging for mercy, then he'd
look at Brittney's placid expression, nothing she was doing giving
way to what had transpired between the two of them earlier that
day. He'd wondered what could have been going through her head. He
wondered if she'd tell, and then he'd told himself that if she were
going to tell about anything that happened in their house she would
have told a long time ago. His thoughts were on a flip-flop until
two days later he'd calmed down and figured that the storm had
passed even though he hadn't quite understood the currents of the
storm in the first place. Whatever had happened between him and
Brittney in the living room had been a one-time thing, regardless
if he couldn't get it out of his head.
    He'd started to have dreams about it. He'd
wake up with erections that could have broken a two-by-four in half
he'd been so hard just imagining her lips on his dick again.
    But to soothe his rattled nerves, he told
himself that he would stay out of her way and she'd probably stay
out of his. The lovey-dovey stepfather-stepdaughter phase they'd
had a long time ago had obviously passed once he found out Scott
had been having sex with her, but even their amiable, platonic
stepparent/stepchild relationship had disintegrated with one
damning act committed on the sofa.
    Things had been so calm in the house that
when Susan left him at home in the house with Brittney one
evening—the third evening after the incident on the sofa when he'd
still been basking in his nights off—he'd convinced himself that
whatever had happened was behind them. They were over it, passed
it, and things were back to normal. It had actually come as a shock
to him when Brittney had strode into his and Susan's bedroom stark
naked while he was in nothing but a pair of boxers and an
undershirt, lying half-on half-off their bed as he watched some old
movie from the 1970s that he hadn't thought about in years.
    Shocked, his eyes wide, his arms frozen at
his sides, and his legs frozen in place, he watched what was
happening as if he were standing on the outside of the situation.
She'd climbed on top of him and had immediately pulled down his
boxers, grabbed his limp cock, and started rubbing the head
vigorously up and down her slit, rocking her hips back and forth as
she worked, trying to get him hard. It probably went on for no
longer than fifteen or twenty seconds before Luke snapped out of it
and forced his arms to move, but it had felt like minutes; it had
truly felt like time had stretched out into forever as he'd simply
laid there, looking at events unfold, the surrealistic events of
the days before repeating themselves, but in a different way.
    Finally, he lifted her off him, not noticing
that his cock had begun to stretch some and he was already
semi-hard.
    "What the hell are you doing, Brittney?!"
he'd screamed at her, but she'd only looked at him with hardened,
devilish eyes.
    "I'm horny and I want to fuck," she'd said
matter-of-factly. "Scott used to fuck me constantly while he was
here. Sometimes when I didn't even feel like it he would come into
my room and slip his cock in me, and the next think I knew I was
cleaning up his cum. And it was perfectly all right for him to fuck
me all the time, wasn't it, because it made him happy; because it
made him calmer . As long as he was fucking my brains out all
the time—sometimes all throughout the day if you or my mom weren't
home and we didn't have school—everybody was happy. You didn't have
to take him to a brothel, so you saved money." Brittney noticed the
shocked expression that crossed her stepfather's face and it seemed
to perk her up; she'd actually smiled a little with that. "You
didn't think he told me everything? You didn't think that after he
was fucking me all the time he wouldn't tell me all the secrets you
guys