He'd accepted her marrying his father without question and Janice had relished the challenge of bringing up her stepson. She knew she'd done a good jo.... He was polite and courteous, good-looking and, most importantly, helped his “Mom" whenever he could. But nowadays his full attention was reserved for Stacy, his girlfriend. Janice sighed mournfully, Alone in her bed, Janice often heard them making love. She didn't want to think about the times she fingered herself, listening to their youthful. He leaned along her body and bit her hard on her neck and growled again, sending shivers down her spine. “I’m going to fuck you like a slut, like my little slut. Do you understand?” “Yes,” she moaned. His hands were rough and squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin material. With his hand cupping her left breast his right hand moved down her body, over her ass and between her legs. “So fucking wet.” His fingers pressed between her lips and slid up across her star making. Death for sex was a risk I knew would never pay off. As another flash lit up the sky I knew I should quite but my arousal was driving my decisions. Again I counted. As I counted a gust of wind nearly knocked me to my feet. Bracing myself against the wind made me lose my count. As the rumble of the thunder rolled across the land I guessed it had taken ten seconds. Staring out into the night I watched as yet another flash lit up the sky. Peering deep into the dark night I let my engineering. But then she heard movements from outside the bedroom. So she put on the robe and went to the living area."Well, young lady," Alex said as he saw her, "it's about time you woke up. You slept most of the day away. You must be hungry too. Have a seat in front of the fire, and I'll make you some breakfast, even though it's almost dinner time."Elena sat down, and Alex brought her a cup of coffee. He finished making her breakfast, which she ate vigorously. She had not said a word yet, but finally.