Donovan Manor Chapters 7-14 - Sex Stories

Donovan Manor Chapters 7-14

... out to get in his car just then and Randy stopped and talked to him a second, and then went on across the street to his house as Myron was pulling away. Brock went to the garage and began to go through the boxes and sort them out. He heard someone at the trash barrels beside the garage and stepped out the over head door to see who it was. There before him was the most beautiful black girl he had ever seen holding a bag of trash. As she looked at him he said, “Go-good Morning.” Brock was always nervous around girls and especially ones as foxy as this one. She looked at him and said, “Morning.” She walked right back into her gate and closed it. Brock thought, wow, friendly little thing. Oh well, maybe she’s not a morning person. He would ask Myron about her later. As the day went by he never saw Myron come home. He wanted to ask about the girl, obviously his sister. To find out more about her. Brock had never had much if any interest in black girls. Most of them seemed to have an attitude he didn’t care for. After lunch, about 1:30pm Brock heard a car pull up out front. Lifting his head out of a box he was sorting through he saw what must be Myron’s Dad get out of a Pearl White Escalade. The tall heavy built black man walked up to the front door and out of Brock’s sight. But Brock heard keys jingle and the the front door open. A few minutes later he decided to take some boxes he had sorted out to the closet in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs. After he sat the boxes on the ...

... shelf. He walked over to the window and looked out into the neighbors back yard, hoping to see the neighbor girl again. What he saw was her father groping her ass and motioning toward the house. He must of said something to her cause she went into the house with him right behind her. What the fuck, Brock thought as he looked out the window. He couldn’t see them so he hauled ass down stairs and back into the garage. With his heart pounding in his ears he tried to think of what to do. He took his cell phone of the speaker jack where he had been listening to music while he worked. He slipped out the garage door and around the corner. He could see a window on this side of the house but the fence was in the way of seeing directly into it. He just had to confirm his suspicions. It didn’t look like she was enjoying the groping awhile ago, so he wanted to know what was going on. He quietly opened the gate into their back yard and left it ajar. He eased up to the window and looked in on an angle. Myron’s dad was sitting in a chair beside the bed. The chair was so close to the window that it scarred Brock at first. But he just eased back away from the window, fearing any sudden movement might cause him to be seen. He slowly brought out his cell phone and turned it on video. Holding the camera up to the bottom of the blind where he could see into the room, he pushed the record button. He didn’t stick his head up there again, just his phone. He could see in the phone what the camera was ...