Phone Sex Escape -16-

Sixteen

Johnathan

The moment I walked into the house, the air seemed thicker than usual. You can cut the tension with a knife, and then suddenly, I felt like I was stuck on estrogen island. Tree women in one house were not going to end well, and sadly, I was in the middle of it all. No bags by the door was a good sign. That would mean that Haven had welcomed Jamison into the house and helped her settle in. In theory, that all sounds good, but in reality, I was dead wrong. Haven hated everyone and wouldn’t help if her life depended on it. 

After the usual confrontation with the wife, I had to get to the bottom of all of this bullshit. No sooner did I reach the guest room door did I see the real issue. Jamison stood there by the window wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a sheer white t-shirt. Fuck, that is going to be a massive problem. My dick is instantly hard, and this girl has a body of a fucking porn star. I reminded myself to look up the legalities of fucking your stepsister. Not that it will change anything, but fuck, just knowing it could be morally wrong is making my balls tingle. 

“Johnathan,” Jamison squealed as she ran forward with open arms. 

“Well, look at you,” I said. Yes, look at her—tone, young and blond. Jamison might be a pain in my ass, but my dick was giving her a standing ovation. She fit in my arms like she was meant to be, but the best thing of all, I could feel my wife seething. Would I fuck this girl, my stepsister, to get back at my wife? Your God damn right, I will. Either that bitch gets pregnant, or she will live with hearing me pound my cock into this little cunt every night. Maria might object, but she can still do the clean-up work. I know she is watching. She is always watching.  

As I pulled back, looking down the hall at Haven, the familiar grin came to my face. Shit eating, I think Haven called it once. “Haven, sweetheart, I am sure you can understand. I am going to dinner with Jamison tonight. We have a lot of makeup for,” I smirked. Her reaction would go either two ways. She would scream and cry or two. She would cuss me out and hide in her room. What happened next shocked the fuck out of me. 

“Alright, love. I am going to sleep early tonight. Maria can keep me company. You two enjoy your evening,” Haven said. 

I’m sure the look on my face amused her, but those two are up to something. Haven and Maria hate each other, and if they have their heads together, I’m completely fucked. “Yeah, okay. You two have a good night,” I said but would make certain security has eyes on the house all night. 

“Johnathan, let’s go. I will put on something sexy, I mean pretty, and we can go on our date,” Jamison whined. 

“Yes, Johnathan, don’t make a woman wait,” Haven said, walking by the both of us. “Maria, can I help you with dinner,” she called out, walking into the kitchen. 

“You got five minutes, kiddo. Hurry up, and I will have the car brought around. I know the perfect place,” I said, but in the back of my mind, I had to know what was happening. 

Ten minutes later, in the front seat of my Porsche, Jamison made herself at home with my dick. Before we left the driveway, she was pulling on my zipper and yanking my dick from my pants. I like aggressive women, but fuck. This girl was pulling no punches as to what she wanted from me. 

“Johnathan, please. I’ve wanted you since my father’s wedding. You know what?” she giggled.

I cleared my throat, shaking my head, “Holy shit, Jamison. Fuck. What?”

“I’m still a virgin, and you’re elected to take that nonsense away. My daddy said I would be safe here, but we both know the truth, don’t we?” Jamison said.

Why the fuck would her father believe that I was safe for his daughter? My mother should’ve enlightened him, but I’m sure she was happy to get rid of the girl. Pulling her small hand closer, I forced her into the zipper hole and right to where she wanted—my dick. Her daddy would regret the day he put that girl on a plane and sent her to America to live. My dick is the welcome wagon, and by the end of the night, she would ride it to heaven. 

“Suck me while I’m driving. Don’t worry, Jamie, I promise, I won’t nut in your mouth,” I said. With the hand on the back of her head, I pushed her down on my throbbing cock. A wicked grin present on my face as I thought, “I promise. I won’t nut in your mouth, but I will all over that fucking face.

A scream from my lap brought out a roar of laughter from me. I couldn’t help it. Jamison sucked like a fucking vacuum, and my dick hurt. 

“Johnathan, you got it all over me. It’s on my dress. Why the fuck would you do that,” Jamison cried.

Exhaling, a sense of relief present, “Oh baby that was your first lesson. Never believe a man who makes you a promise. We all lie. Look in the glove box for some wet wipes. Just think of that as an appetizer to the real meal.” 

“I’m so mad,” she whined.

As we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, I looked over with a smile and a shrug, “Opps, you’re just too good and head. Hurry up and clean up. After dinner, I’m going to have some cherry jubilee for dessert.” I stepped from the car, handing the keys to the valet, “Watch out, she might have spilled a little something on the seat.”

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