I was expecting a sweet kiss and a hug, but instead he pushed me up against the wall after closing the door, squeezing my breasts and saying, "You lik... that, whore?" I pushed him away. "What did you just call me?" "Aren't you a whore, Jackie?" He looked so mad as he asked the question, almost at a yell. I wondered if he could see how hurt I was inside as he said those words. My eyes started to well up with tears as he dropped his pants and boxers. "Suck it like the whore you are," he commanded. It gave just enough light to lead him to the stairs where her bedroom held the secret he wanted to discover. At the top of the stairs he turned left, the door to the room was open, the bed, the softness of her breathing drawing him in like a siren. She was asleep. He hadn’t woken her and that he was grateful. He could look at her without her knowing, see the curves of her body as she lay there, blanket over her, eyes closed, hair about the pillow, and vulnerable. She lay on her side away from. She looked in the box and found a smaller box with a small envelope attached with the number 3 written clearly on it. She opened the envelope to reveal a card that said. ‘You deserve another.’ She opened the box, the words ‘Yes, I know you that well,’ were written on the inside of the lid and a vibrating egg waited for her to use. She quickly pressed it to her clit and within moments was writhing in pleasure again. “Oh God, I love you Jacob,” she moaned softly. She reached inside the box and. Then I made my way to the master bedroom while he told Mom about us bumping into one another upstairs.I had never been in my adopted parents' bedroom before. It was one of the many little things that hadn't been allowed. Not by explicit rules, but more enforced by their disapproving glares and snide comments. There simply was no need for me to be in their room. So, to some degree, I was in awe of going in there for the first time. I didn't expect to be in there again ever, so I took a minute.