Spanking His Red-Headed Stepslut
James was sick and tired of his slutty red-headed stepsister bringing home guys and banging them every night, right on the other side of a thin plaster wall. Not only because of the late nights and lost sleep, but the fact that even though they weren’t related by blood, she’d never be willing to give it up for him like she gave it up to so many other guys.
But when he stumbles across her little red book, a diary that contains an exhaustive list of all of her sexual conquests, as well as all the forbidden desires she has yet to dare act on, he decides that it’s time to become proactive, and take matters into his own hands…
Warning: This 6,700-word story contains graphic descriptions of taboo sexual relations, spanking, oral and anal intercourse and hardcore sex. It is intended for mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
“Did you go into my room?” she said, turning back around to look at James, and her eyes narrowed in anger. True to her redheaded nature, she had a fiery temper, and her pulse was suddenly racing at the thought of her brother pawing through her stuff. “You had no right to do that, James! I ought to kick your ass!” She stormed over to stand in front of James, her brow furrowing in anger.
“The rent was due. I needed the money. I figured you probably had cash, or maybe some jewelry I could pawn. God knows you’ve got enough.” James hadn’t moved from where he sat on the couch. She looked down at him, and for the first time took a good look at his face. Her brother had an oddly calm expression that she recognized immediately from their teenage years. The kind of look that says, “I’ve got a secret.”
“I didn’t find any cash, but I did find your little book,” he said after a pause, and Haley felt a cold chill run down her spine.
“What are you talking about?” she said carelessly, trying to seem nonchalant. “If you’re talking about my copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’, you can keep it.”
“Not that,” he said. “This.”
He lifted his arm up from the behind one of the couch cushions, and sure enough, he was holding her little red book, .a blank journal that she had picked up years ago. It was small and had a glossy hard cover decorated with red hearts and pink flowers; roses, and carnations. When she had moved in with James and started hunting down men and bringing them back to her apartment, she’d thought it a good idea to keep track of them. The red book was only supposed to have been a temporary thing, until she could set up something on her computer or get a proper locking diary. But she had never gotten around to it, and now…
Haley felt herself flush scarlet, and she stomped over to where James was lounging on the couch. “That’s private!” she said. “Give it back!”
James only grinned even wider and jerked it down and out of her reach. She dove around the side of the couch, arms stretched out, grabbing out and missing.
“This was some very interesting reading, I have to say,” he said as he continued to move it around, transferring it from hand to hand and keeping it just out of her reach. “I had no idea you kept such good track of your fucks. I thought only guys did that sort of thing.”
“GIVE IT!” Haley yelled, falling on top of her brother as he held it far away from her. Quick as a snake, he dropped the book on the ground and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close. Before she knew what was happening, he had flipped her around onto her stomach, and pulled her down onto his lap. She struggled against his strong grip, and craned her head around to look at him gazing down on her.
“Do you know what it’s like, listening to you get your brains fucked out every other night, inches away?” he hissed. “It’s been driving me up the wall ever since you moved in.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve had to hold myself back from just going over into your room and fucking some sense into you,” he said. “I wanted to fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk straight, so hard that you’d never be interested in fucking anyone else, just so I could get some damn peace and quiet for once!”
Haley held still in her brother’s arms, shocked. She’d never heard him talk like this before. His blue eyes were still pinned on hers, and he shifted his grip on her, moving one hand beneath her hair, down her back, and towards her ass. His muscles moved with a quiet strength, keeping her in place.
“You’ve been late with rent ever since you moved in. Twelve months. That’s an awful lot of times,
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But when he stumbles across her little red book, a diary that contains an exhaustive list of all of her sexual conquests, as well as all the forbidden desires she has yet to dare act on, he decides that it’s time to become proactive, and take matters into his own hands…
Warning: This 6,700-word story contains graphic descriptions of taboo sexual relations, spanking, oral and anal intercourse and hardcore sex. It is intended for mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
“Did you go into my room?” she said, turning back around to look at James, and her eyes narrowed in anger. True to her redheaded nature, she had a fiery temper, and her pulse was suddenly racing at the thought of her brother pawing through her stuff. “You had no right to do that, James! I ought to kick your ass!” She stormed over to stand in front of James, her brow furrowing in anger.
“The rent was due. I needed the money. I figured you probably had cash, or maybe some jewelry I could pawn. God knows you’ve got enough.” James hadn’t moved from where he sat on the couch. She looked down at him, and for the first time took a good look at his face. Her brother had an oddly calm expression that she recognized immediately from their teenage years. The kind of look that says, “I’ve got a secret.”
“I didn’t find any cash, but I did find your little book,” he said after a pause, and Haley felt a cold chill run down her spine.
“What are you talking about?” she said carelessly, trying to seem nonchalant. “If you’re talking about my copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’, you can keep it.”
“Not that,” he said. “This.”
He lifted his arm up from the behind one of the couch cushions, and sure enough, he was holding her little red book, .a blank journal that she had picked up years ago. It was small and had a glossy hard cover decorated with red hearts and pink flowers; roses, and carnations. When she had moved in with James and started hunting down men and bringing them back to her apartment, she’d thought it a good idea to keep track of them. The red book was only supposed to have been a temporary thing, until she could set up something on her computer or get a proper locking diary. But she had never gotten around to it, and now…
Haley felt herself flush scarlet, and she stomped over to where James was lounging on the couch. “That’s private!” she said. “Give it back!”
James only grinned even wider and jerked it down and out of her reach. She dove around the side of the couch, arms stretched out, grabbing out and missing.
“This was some very interesting reading, I have to say,” he said as he continued to move it around, transferring it from hand to hand and keeping it just out of her reach. “I had no idea you kept such good track of your fucks. I thought only guys did that sort of thing.”
“GIVE IT!” Haley yelled, falling on top of her brother as he held it far away from her. Quick as a snake, he dropped the book on the ground and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close. Before she knew what was happening, he had flipped her around onto her stomach, and pulled her down onto his lap. She struggled against his strong grip, and craned her head around to look at him gazing down on her.
“Do you know what it’s like, listening to you get your brains fucked out every other night, inches away?” he hissed. “It’s been driving me up the wall ever since you moved in.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve had to hold myself back from just going over into your room and fucking some sense into you,” he said. “I wanted to fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk straight, so hard that you’d never be interested in fucking anyone else, just so I could get some damn peace and quiet for once!”
Haley held still in her brother’s arms, shocked. She’d never heard him talk like this before. His blue eyes were still pinned on hers, and he shifted his grip on her, moving one hand beneath her hair, down her back, and towards her ass. His muscles moved with a quiet strength, keeping her in place.
“You’ve been late with rent ever since you moved in. Twelve months. That’s an awful lot of times,
Spanking His Red-Headed Stepslut
James was sick and tired of his slutty red-headed stepsister bringing home guys and banging them every night, right on the other side of a thin plaster wall. Not only because of the late nights and lost sleep, but the fact that even though they weren’t related by blood, she’d never be willing to give it up for him like she gave it up to so many other guys.
But when he stumbles across her little red book, a diary that contains an exhaustive list of all of her sexual conquests, as well as all the forbidden desires she has yet to dare act on, he decides that it’s time to become proactive, and take matters into his own hands…
Warning: This 6,700-word story contains graphic descriptions of taboo sexual relations, spanking, oral and anal intercourse and hardcore sex. It is intended for mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
“Did you go into my room?” she said, turning back around to look at James, and her eyes narrowed in anger. True to her redheaded nature, she had a fiery temper, and her pulse was suddenly racing at the thought of her brother pawing through her stuff. “You had no right to do that, James! I ought to kick your ass!” She stormed over to stand in front of James, her brow furrowing in anger.
“The rent was due. I needed the money. I figured you probably had cash, or maybe some jewelry I could pawn. God knows you’ve got enough.” James hadn’t moved from where he sat on the couch. She looked down at him, and for the first time took a good look at his face. Her brother had an oddly calm expression that she recognized immediately from their teenage years. The kind of look that says, “I’ve got a secret.”
“I didn’t find any cash, but I did find your little book,” he said after a pause, and Haley felt a cold chill run down her spine.
“What are you talking about?” she said carelessly, trying to seem nonchalant. “If you’re talking about my copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’, you can keep it.”
“Not that,” he said. “This.”
He lifted his arm up from the behind one of the couch cushions, and sure enough, he was holding her little red book, .a blank journal that she had picked up years ago. It was small and had a glossy hard cover decorated with red hearts and pink flowers; roses, and carnations. When she had moved in with James and started hunting down men and bringing them back to her apartment, she’d thought it a good idea to keep track of them. The red book was only supposed to have been a temporary thing, until she could set up something on her computer or get a proper locking diary. But she had never gotten around to it, and now…
Haley felt herself flush scarlet, and she stomped over to where James was lounging on the couch. “That’s private!” she said. “Give it back!”
James only grinned even wider and jerked it down and out of her reach. She dove around the side of the couch, arms stretched out, grabbing out and missing.
“This was some very interesting reading, I have to say,” he said as he continued to move it around, transferring it from hand to hand and keeping it just out of her reach. “I had no idea you kept such good track of your fucks. I thought only guys did that sort of thing.”
“GIVE IT!” Haley yelled, falling on top of her brother as he held it far away from her. Quick as a snake, he dropped the book on the ground and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close. Before she knew what was happening, he had flipped her around onto her stomach, and pulled her down onto his lap. She struggled against his strong grip, and craned her head around to look at him gazing down on her.
“Do you know what it’s like, listening to you get your brains fucked out every other night, inches away?” he hissed. “It’s been driving me up the wall ever since you moved in.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve had to hold myself back from just going over into your room and fucking some sense into you,” he said. “I wanted to fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk straight, so hard that you’d never be interested in fucking anyone else, just so I could get some damn peace and quiet for once!”
Haley held still in her brother’s arms, shocked. She’d never heard him talk like this before. His blue eyes were still pinned on hers, and he shifted his grip on her, moving one hand beneath her hair, down her back, and towards her ass. His muscles moved with a quiet strength, keeping her in place.
“You’ve been late with rent ever since you moved in. Twelve months. That’s an awful lot of times,
But when he stumbles across her little red book, a diary that contains an exhaustive list of all of her sexual conquests, as well as all the forbidden desires she has yet to dare act on, he decides that it’s time to become proactive, and take matters into his own hands…
Warning: This 6,700-word story contains graphic descriptions of taboo sexual relations, spanking, oral and anal intercourse and hardcore sex. It is intended for mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
“Did you go into my room?” she said, turning back around to look at James, and her eyes narrowed in anger. True to her redheaded nature, she had a fiery temper, and her pulse was suddenly racing at the thought of her brother pawing through her stuff. “You had no right to do that, James! I ought to kick your ass!” She stormed over to stand in front of James, her brow furrowing in anger.
“The rent was due. I needed the money. I figured you probably had cash, or maybe some jewelry I could pawn. God knows you’ve got enough.” James hadn’t moved from where he sat on the couch. She looked down at him, and for the first time took a good look at his face. Her brother had an oddly calm expression that she recognized immediately from their teenage years. The kind of look that says, “I’ve got a secret.”
“I didn’t find any cash, but I did find your little book,” he said after a pause, and Haley felt a cold chill run down her spine.
“What are you talking about?” she said carelessly, trying to seem nonchalant. “If you’re talking about my copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’, you can keep it.”
“Not that,” he said. “This.”
He lifted his arm up from the behind one of the couch cushions, and sure enough, he was holding her little red book, .a blank journal that she had picked up years ago. It was small and had a glossy hard cover decorated with red hearts and pink flowers; roses, and carnations. When she had moved in with James and started hunting down men and bringing them back to her apartment, she’d thought it a good idea to keep track of them. The red book was only supposed to have been a temporary thing, until she could set up something on her computer or get a proper locking diary. But she had never gotten around to it, and now…
Haley felt herself flush scarlet, and she stomped over to where James was lounging on the couch. “That’s private!” she said. “Give it back!”
James only grinned even wider and jerked it down and out of her reach. She dove around the side of the couch, arms stretched out, grabbing out and missing.
“This was some very interesting reading, I have to say,” he said as he continued to move it around, transferring it from hand to hand and keeping it just out of her reach. “I had no idea you kept such good track of your fucks. I thought only guys did that sort of thing.”
“GIVE IT!” Haley yelled, falling on top of her brother as he held it far away from her. Quick as a snake, he dropped the book on the ground and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close. Before she knew what was happening, he had flipped her around onto her stomach, and pulled her down onto his lap. She struggled against his strong grip, and craned her head around to look at him gazing down on her.
“Do you know what it’s like, listening to you get your brains fucked out every other night, inches away?” he hissed. “It’s been driving me up the wall ever since you moved in.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve had to hold myself back from just going over into your room and fucking some sense into you,” he said. “I wanted to fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk straight, so hard that you’d never be interested in fucking anyone else, just so I could get some damn peace and quiet for once!”
Haley held still in her brother’s arms, shocked. She’d never heard him talk like this before. His blue eyes were still pinned on hers, and he shifted his grip on her, moving one hand beneath her hair, down her back, and towards her ass. His muscles moved with a quiet strength, keeping her in place.
“You’ve been late with rent ever since you moved in. Twelve months. That’s an awful lot of times,
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| BN ID: | 2940016682556 |
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| Publisher: | Penelope Wilson |
| Publication date: | 06/18/2013 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 215 KB |
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