Donovan Manor Chapters 7-14 - Sex Stories

Donovan Manor Chapters 7-14

... garage door. She looked at Brock before he saw her and decide she liked what she saw. Then Brock noticed her and said, “Well good morning.” “Good Morning to you too, Brock.” She said. Brock asked her if she had fun last night and she looked down at the floor and said, “Yeah I guess so.” She had her Uncle and that whole disaster on her mind. Brock could tell something was on her mind, so he just asked her what was up. She denied that anything was up, and asked him what he was doing. He was afraid she knew something about last night she wasn’t saying. But he avoided that subject as he realized he hadn’t collaborated stories with Myron about what went on after she left. So he asked her who the man was with the Escalade who stopped by the other day. Her whole demeanor changed instantly as she stuttered out, “Oh that was my Uncle.” Brock said, “I see, I thought it was your Dad at first, till I met him then later.” “Yeah he’s always coming around for something or another. Yesterday he borrowed my Dad’s hedge trimmer.” Brock thought, “Yeah he is coming around to make you suck him off.” Brock could see that she was upset about her Uncle and didn’t want to talk about him. “Understandably,” he thought. But he couldn’t stand seeing her hurt any more so he decided to tell her he knew what was going on between them, but didn’t understand why. He made small talk with her until he could think of how to approach the subject. Finally he said, “Jasmine I sure like you a lot and I hope you ...

... feel the same about me.” Again she looked at the floor and said, I do but…..” Brock stepped up closer to her and lifted her chin up with his hand. Looking her in the eyes he saw a lot of moisture there. “Look Jasmine I’ve got something to tell you and it’s very difficult to say.” “I don’t ever want to see any one hurt you and I never want to do it myself either.” Jasmine said, “Well I know what its like to have something to say but being to embarrassed or ashamed to say it.” “I know you do because I know about what your Uncle is making you do, but I don’t understand how he is making you do it.” Jasmine’s heart about fell out on Brock’s garage floor. She began to cry, and started to turn away and run out of the garage. But Brock was half expecting this and stopped her by grabbing her hand and saying, “Wait, please. I want to help you.” Jasmine gave him a sad but mean look and said, “No one can help me, I’m just stuck.” Brock knew someone who could help, but he needed more details first. So he asked her to tell him how it happened. She was reluctant at first, but then seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she gave in and told him the whole story. She explained that under no circumstances could her parents find out. After she told the whole story Brock asked her a simple but bone chilling question. The sincerity had gone from his eyes and seriousness had replaced it. Do you want him dead or just silenced? She couldn’t believe the question and even more so she couldn’t believe he was ...