pretty in pynk.

after a short shift working at some half-way run down gas station, there was nothing adrian wanted to do more than get home, undo his shirt and head straight up to his little sister’s room to relax between her thighs, and the past while it had become so routine that her little outburst left him still and silent in surprise. he was quick to shake his head and roll his eyes though, closing the distance between himself and the bed where she was sprawled out, when he could finally grab her by both ankles and pull her to the very edge, legs spread around his. his right hand quickly came up to grab a fistful of her hair, lifting her up to rub her face right into his bulge while the other reached down and smacked across her tits, the same tits he’d been jerking off to as soon as she’d began to grow into womanhood.

“what, are you worried i’ll see you playing with yourself or something?” he scoffed dismissively, grinding his hardening cock across her pretty lips before tugging sharply on her hair, to force her gaze up at him. his free hand came to grab her by her cheeks, forcing those lips into a pout as he smiled down at her. “be a good girl and tell me how much you missed me.”

“i could have been playing with myself.” grace explained, knowing that it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for her to use one of the many toys or plugs her father bought for her during a quiet night like tonight. though with her sneaking michael in, she had a real life toy that was far better than any piece of plastic. adrian wasted no time in pulling her close, manhandling her body and twisting her into the exact position he wanted her in. legs spread, face tight against his groin, as he was hard and ready to have a go at his little sister. she could only imagine what michael must be thinking right now, watching this scene play out before him, but grace wouldn’t dare stop it. if michael wanted to barge in and interrupt, grace would have been more than okay with that, since it would show he was a real man, ready to stake his claim. yet the brunette knew that he wasn’t capable of that.

“i guess i missed you, a little bit. michael keeps me company enough now, i barely think about your dick anymore.” grace teased, licking her lips as they were smushed between adrian’s hands. her lips were the definition of DSLs which no man, not even her blood, could resist. she loved using them to her advantage and even now as they taunted her brother and her boyfriend, both oblivious to the other, she knew those heavily glossed suckers were her biggest weapon.

“don’t be ridiculous. have a seat, sweetheart.” like father, like son didn’t even begin to cover it when it came to mitch and tanner, with the two of them not only just so incredibly similar in about every aspect of their life, but their taste in women too. mitch would never have been so bold as to bring a black girlfriend home to his family, nor would he have ever probably dated a black girl in the first place, but when he wasn’t taking some boring white girl out on dates or, eventually marrying one, he was driving his dick deep into the thickest, hottest, most perfect black sluts that would spread their thighs for him, and giving them every bit of the attention he didn’t care to give his wife. after seeing kiara, he knew that loyalty didn’t matter; he had to see what was so good that his boy was willing to call her girlfriend. in a shirt half-way unbuttoned and expensive, black dress pants, falling just above equally expensive black leather shoes, he gestured—drink in hand—to the chair opposite him for her to join him. “if you can’t sleep and i can’t sleep, we might as well keep each other company. no point in you spending the night bored with my son.”

it would have been rude to deny him, at least it’s what she told herself while she entered the room wearing practically nothing. she hadn’t meant to run into anyone else, so putting on panties or a bra even was the last thing on her mind. the shirt was already clinging to her body, thick caramel colored thighs and heavy breasts exposed from the lack of buttoning at the top, all made for a recipe for disaster as she stepped closer to sit at the chair mitch had for her. “i suppose you’re right. tanner did pass out on me. normally he has no problem keeping me company all night.” kiara explained, shifting her thighs a bit, knowing they were only revealing more of her sticky thighs still moist with her cum from earlier. hearing mitch essentially call his son a bore brought a weird sensation over kiara. perhaps she wasn’t with the true alpha of the family after all. if mitch could treat her just like tanner but...better, perhaps she needed to climb a little higher on the huntington ladder. “yet here you are, twice his age and seem to have no problem entertaining a girl like me.”

“you’re not going to toss out your best customer without a little kiss goodbye, are ya?” duke was already the kind of guy who spoke his mind to a woman without care—especially a thick white woman with hardly anything on to cover herself up with. she ticked just about every box he had, right down to pouring him doubles without even asking, and with a good few drinks down his throat, he wasn’t shying away from palming at her now as they stepped outside the bar, with her leading the way. apparently he’d been a little too rowdy and had to go, but he couldn’t help feeling like this was just an excuse to get some alone time with him somewhere quiet. grabbing a handful of her ass, he pulled her into his hard body and kissed down against her jaw, just at the top of her neck. “maybe a little somethin’ extra for being so sweet to ya all night.”

margaret was an excellent bartender so no one would believe that she was accidently pour heavy drinks for duke before having to kick him out. she knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t try to lie to the man when he called her out on it. but she didn’t realize that her liberal pours would land him here, she figured he could handle his liquor a lot better than that. turns out, too much of the brown liquor was anyone’s demise. “you are way too handsy, duke. you knew the rules from the beginning.” marge tried to back out of it, but the firm grip he had on her ass, heavy cakes packed into her denim cutoffs, had her reconsidering. no one really knew how much she craved this, the rough touch, gruff words, and taboo of spreading her thick thighs for black men, but duke was definitely a catch. she knew his cock would sear right through her pussy which was exactly what she needed. “a little something extra could be arranged.” she grinned, relaxing into him letting her primal instincts take over. she was already getting wet and with her hand going straight for his groin to feel his girth, she would be even wetter.

but of course, grace knew exactly who would be coming home and that they would be coming straight to her bedroom. she hadn’t told her brother that she would have michael over, just like she had never told her boyfriend that her father had taken her virginity and that a few months later her big brother joined in on the fun. she wasn’t nearly as innocent as he thought she was and grace thought she liked it that way, until she realized the sex wasn’t nearly as good. michael needed to see how to treat her between the sheets and her big brother would be a perfect example of that. “you know you can’t just barge into my room like that? daddy said you had to knock!”

“so sorry for the intrusion, sir. this place is sort of a maze. if you just point me in the right direction, i’m sure i can find my way back to tanner’s room.”

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