There Can Be Only One (Part 21) - Sex Stories

There Can Be Only One (Part 21)

There Can Be Only One Ch 21

Susie stopped in her tracks on seeing Ross sitting naked at his desk, not that really surprised her, it was what was on the monitor that made her hand fly to her mouth to muffle her gasp.

“ Fucking arsehole, you fucking recorded it, how the fuck?”

“ It doesn’t matter how, good angle though, got everything in”. his eyes not leaving the action that was being screened.

“ You little fucking shit, suppose you are going to fucking plaster that all over the fucking net”

“ Ohh don’t tempt me”.

“ You fucking aren’t, please tell me you fucking aren’t”. there was anguish in her voice

“ Remains to be seen big sister, “. he loved the way he had his sister under his control.

Susie sat on the corner of his bed and watched over his shoulder. If she wasn’t so worried that that little turd might upload it to the internet, she might have enjoyed the erotic amateur film. Her concern did not stop her cunt from reacting as she watched a recorded performance of her being seduced by the much more experienced woman.

Ross paused the film, “ Going for a shower before mum and dad gets home, wanna come and wash my bollocks for me?”. He laughed as he left his room jingling his balls and flaccid cock in his right hand.

Susie couldn’t believe it, as if strolling completely naked waving his privates about in front of her was totally natural... She turned and stared at the frozen image on the screen, an image where she was sprawled on the couch, head ...

... thrown back with Adèle, kneeling between her legs, making love to her pussy with that wonderful tongue of hers, she smiled on seeing the tip of the black cock hanging just below Adèle’s dress, the very cock that was to fill her like nothing had filled her before. She squeezed her cunt muscles as the sexual awareness shot through her like an electric bolt.

She wondered if she had time, she leapt off the bed and darted to her room...

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Ross jumped on his bed and started to flick through Susie's diary, skipping the crap and focusing on the sexy passages, of which there were plenty. They were quite graphic at times and the images that they conjured up in his mind were giving him a hard on. Ross shoved the diary under his pillow on hearing the faint knock on the door.

“ Yeah, who is it?”, Ross looked at the time, it had just turned ten.

“ It’s me son, can I come in?”

“ Sure mum”.

Alice Gorman opened the door quietly and slipped in before closing the door quickly behind her. She stood there still wearing the pale blue jacket and skirt outfit that she wore to the wedding.

“ Where’s dad? Thought you were staying at Aunty Elsa’s”

“ He went straight to bed, has an early start in the morning. Dad wanted to get back, “. Alice lied as it was she that wanted to get back to prevent Ross and Susie being alone together any longer than she had too. She could not get the picture of Ross and Susie naked, fucking, and who knows what else, ...