I’ve been married to Brian for 2 years. We have a pretty normal life in Decatur, Illinois. We get each other. Brian has been married once before, and I’ve been married twice. We both have teenage kids from our previous marriages: Brian and Megan.
I awoke all of the sudden in the dead of the night. I couldn’t tell what exactly had woken me, but I lay there for a while, unable to fall back asleep. I thought I’d go downstairs, get a drink, and surf my favorite porn sites until I got tired again.
I was really quiet because I didn’t want to wake Brian, and I kept remained silent all the way down the hall and down the steps. As I turned toward the living room, I got quite an eyeful.
In the dim light of the living room lamp, I saw my stepson Joel leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed behind his head. His eyes were closed, his pants were bunched up at his ankles, and his legs were spread apart. Between them was the back of a head that I knew quite well. My seventeen-year-old daughter Megan was on her knees in her pink pajama bottoms and a tight tank top. She was giving her stepbrother head.
Some mothers would have flown off the handle, I guess, but I stayed silent and watched as Megan took long slow strides down his shaft. As I watched her please him, I thought of her having trouble getting the bus in the morning, and always scamming rides from Brian. It made a little more sense now.
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