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Husband's step-sister

... Jessica felt that it was justified. After all, the number of times Martin had wiped his spent cock on Ronnie's clothes was a comforting thought. Ronnie's closeness meant that she stayed over frequently, and as such, she kept some of her clothes at their house too. 'We'll give it a good wash before she comes back,' Martin would say after fucking Jessica or wiping his cock clean after knocking one out. Ronnie was sitting on the edge of her bed. She was in the process of removing her earrings. She had kicked off her high heels, her toes curled inwards after she had fingered them to ease the tiredness. Ronnie tilted her head to one side. Her eyes resembled those of a cute puppy as she tried to show courage in the face of adversity. "There, there," whispered Ronnie, taking the sobbing Jessica into her arms. Ronnie's kisses were wet, they were warm, and full of affection. She made smacking noises with her lips as she comforted Jessica. She buried her weary head between Ronnie's neck and shoulder. Ronnie continued to utter sweet soft words as she stroked her spine, comforting her like a wounded child, like a wounded soul. Jessica felt content, felt tranquil, and felt lighter. She was happy enough to fall asleep in Ronnie's arms. Jessica didn't want to embarrass Ronnie when she asked for her bra to be unhooked. Ronnie could've done that herself but the fact that she asked Jessica to unhook it meant that she wasn't quite ready to fall asleep yet. Jessica obliged, removing the bra ...

... delicately and placing it underneath her pillow as Ronnie retrieved lubricant from her overnight bag. The next morning, Jessica rowed up the lake to the secluded boathouse. The castle was set in acres of lush meadows, parks, and lakes. The sun was beaming down mercilessly but the intermittent breeze compensated beautifully. Jessica moored the boat and made herself comfortable on the grass verge. The beautiful meadows, flowers, and the humming of the bees were her only companions. Jessica used this opportunity to collect her thoughts, to reminisce, and to ponder her life. Jessica was deep in thought, it wasn't until the third attempt that she heard her voice. "May I join you?" Karen was holding a picnic hamper as she came out of the boathouse. Jessica was stunned at first, not knowing where the voice was coming from. The recent events and the heat had taken its toll. "Yes, of course," Jessica replied as she sat upright and attempted to compose herself. "Beautiful weather today," Karen continued, sitting next to Jessica and surveying the castle grounds. "Yes, it's ever so pleasant, I was just..." Before Jessica could finish her sentence, Karen had picked a beautiful flower. Cupping it with both hands she offered it to Jessica. Erring on the side of caution, Jessica took it and inhaled the fragrance. "It's beautiful, thank you." "You're very welcome Jess," Karen continued. "It must be really hard for you Jess... You know, the trauma of it all." Jessica looked down towards the grass ...