An Incest Birthday Chapter 32 - Sex Stories

An Incest Birthday Chapter 32

... vengeance. I got up and started walking around the house, trying my hardest to think of something, anything I could do to say to him that would help him to see it from our point of view, but nothing came to mind. I doubt I’d be able to reason with him at this point anyway. I didn’t know what to do. I’d been holding myself hostage in this house so long that I knew it just as good as I knew our own house. I’d turned down so many invitations from everyone trying to get me out of the house that I was starting to feel like a lazy freeloader now, even though they wouldn’t see it that way, it still didn’t deter me from thinking that way. Maybe that’s what I needed after all, to get out, even if only for a little bit, just to get some fresh air, or as fresh as air can get here. I didn’t need to do much, just a walk around the block or something. I couldn’t go anywhere without a car anyway, and I didn’t have a house key, so I had to stick close anyway, but at least I’ll finally “get that imprint of my ass off the couch” as Stephanie said, but then I thought about it and changed my mind. I sat back down on the couch and blankly watched XXX for who knows how long, until I realized that Stephanie was right, moping around on the couch wasn’t gonna do anyone any good, let alone me, so I might as well get up and do something. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and killed it, knowing I’d be stepping out into a heat wave, and grabbed another bottle for the road. I put on my ...

... shoes as I debated leaving the door unlocked. I gave everybody crap for always leaving the door unlocked, but here I was about to do it, but if I didn’t I’d have to wait until someone came back to let me in, which meant I’d be stuck out in the heat until someone came home. I figured what the hell and decided to lock it, if I was hot then I’d just have to be hot, I’d rather that than someone break in and take all their stuff. I killed that bottle of water and went and grabbed another from the fridge to try my best to regulate my temperature and headed for the door. I checked my pocket to make sure I had my wallet and my phone as I opened the door, and when I looked up, it all seemed irrelevant at that point. Standing in the doorway looking back at me was Rita, who had a duffle bag as big as the one I had when I left, looking back at me with a mixture of what looked like sadness and happiness at the same time. She dropped the bag and flew into my arms, and I was only too happy to catch her. She kissed every part of my face as I grabbed her bag and dragged it into the house, neither of us caring at all if any of the neighbors saw us. I sat her bag against the wall and cupped my hands under her legs as she wrapped them around me and kissed me like we haven’t kissed in forever, which seemed like it to us. “I missed you so much! I wanted to die over there!” Rita said happily. “I missed you too, I was so miserable over here without you it wasn’t funny. How’d you get away? I couldn’t ...