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  But never upstairs.

  Never in the rooms with the crosses above the doors.

  We took it down to the basement, which had obviously been finished in the 70s, judging by the wood grain walls and the bar with old advertising mirrors hung all over the place. The previous owners had left all this stuff, and we didn’t change a thing when we moved in.

  There was a corner of the basement that always seemed darker than everywhere else. Even with the lights on, that corner was kind of creepy. We both gravitated toward it.

  That corner drew us in.

  We took a thick fleece blanket and tossed it on the floor. That was it, our little love nest. We didn’t need much. That’s how hot we were for each other. We could fuck anywhere.

  So we fucked in that corner, on that blanket, every Wednesday night. If we’d worked somewhere safe that day, we’d probably already screwed once or twice on the job. Didn’t matter. We couldn’t get enough. We fucked like rabbits. My pussy would be sore from the last go, but it wouldn’t even matter. I still wanted more.

  That didn’t change the day we got caught. It forced us to stop, but neither of us wanted to. We only did out of guilt and shame and respect for my mother.

  I can’t think about that day, that moment. It twists up my guts when I do. My mother didn’t deserve to find us on the floor together, rutting like animals. I don’t blame her for kicking me out. Anyway, it’s not like I ended up on the street. I had savings from working with Cash. He helped set me up in my new place. He paid the first and last months’ rent even though I could afford it myself. He even offered to hook me up with a friend of his, who needed an assistant.

  But I didn’t want to be anyone else’s assistant. Only Cash’s. If I couldn’t be his, I didn’t want to be any man’s. Assistant… or lover.

  I decided to go it alone. Got a retail job in the plumbing department at a big box store. Male customers wouldn’t listen to me, but the women all seemed impressed by how knowledgeable I was. More than just a pretty face—a plumber too! Female customers started asking me if I could come over to fix their plumbing, no pun intended. They wanted someone who could do the job, but they weren’t comfortable being alone in the house with a strange man.

  I couldn’t blame them.

  Anyway, that’s how my side hustle started. I didn’t even have to advertise. I got jobs by word of mouth. It was amazing.

  Pretty quickly, I started to realize a lot of these single women I was working for were every bit as lonely as me. It wasn’t long before I started getting pulled into solitary women’s bedrooms. And you know what? I can’t say it bothered me.

  But I still missed Cash. I still missed my mom. I called the house, but she wouldn’t speak to me. When I showed up on her doorstep, she slammed the door in my face.

  What more could I do?

  They say time heals all wounds, but the fates didn’t give us enough time. My mom died suddenly, of a blood clot in her brain. I don’t like to think about it, because you figure modern medicine can handle just about anything, these days. But my mom died out of the blue, and now we’ll never heal the rift.

  Sorry to bum you out. That isn’t what I was going for, but death has that effect on people.

  When I saw Cash at the funeral, it’s like my lungs stopped working. I tried to keep my distance, but the church people pulled me up front because I was my mother’s daughter. I don’t suppose my mother ever told them what I did, because they seated me next to Cash. Throughout the entire service, I could feel his warmth blasting my side. It made me horny as hell. How awful is that? My mother’s funeral, and I’m drooling over my stepdad all the while.

  But being turned on was better than being sad. That’s for damn sure.

  The day went by in a daze, and after the reception put together by the church ladies, I looked at Cash and he looked at me, and I knew I’d be going home with him.

  I just knew it.

  We walked to his truck without a word. It felt weird, wearing nice shoes in the snow. Usually I’d put on boots, but not for a funeral. My toes were cold by the time I hopped into the passenger seat. When Cash turned on the heat, it blasted my legs in black pantyhose.

  The last time I’d worn a dress around Cash would have been when he married my mom. I hardly ever dressed up, but weddings and funerals were special occasions.

  When we got back to the house, we both carried in platters of bars and sandwiches the church ladies had sent us home with. Cash looked good in his suit. I wanted to tell him that. I’d been thinking it all day. But it seemed just… wrong.

  Being here seemed wrong. But it didn’t feel wrong. There’s a subtle difference.

  Sometimes, when something big happens in your life, what you need isn’t… it isn’t proper, you know? You need to fuck someone who’s wrong for you. Do something you wouldn’t normally do. Should you fight that impulse or go with it?

  I don’t have the answer to that question. I only know the choice I made.

  We barely turned on any lights when we entered the house. Cash put the sandwiches in the fridge, but I set the bars on the table and lifted the foil. I took a tiny brownie with thick fudge icing. It was so good I had another.

  Without a word, Cash disappeared into the basement.

  I followed him.

  If he was ready, so was I.

  Where he found our blanket, I couldn’t tell you, but the fact that he’d held on to it all this time meant a lot to me. I knew he loved my mother, but I also knew he loved me. We’re taught that isn’t right, but it happens all the time. It does.

  If it isn’t proper, why does it happen so often?

  My mother would talk about sin and temptation. But I didn’t believe in those things. At least, I tried hard not to. When you grow up with a certain philosophy, it can be hard to shake. But I was doing my best. I didn’t believe what we were about to do was sinful and bad.

  I still had my shoes on when he pinned me against the wall and kissed me with a passion I can’t even begin to describe. There’d been so much desperation in the kisses I’d received of late, from the lonely women I worked for, but this was different.

  Very different.

  His hands worked overtime, pulling my dress up over my head, tossing it to the floor. I stood against the wall in my silk slip. He’d never seen me in anything like it. I’d only bought it to wear under the dress, because the weather had been so cold, and there was so much electricity in this dry air.

  He kept looking at me gravely, and I knew what he was thinking: I was different now. I’d grown up in the two years since we’d been together.

  That was true. I had, in many ways.

  But I still needed him.

  How could I prove that?

  I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my pantyhose, took off my bra without removing the slip. Did he want me fully nude? Or was it enough to be naked under the silky fabric?

  “We should have done this at the church,” I said.

  His eyes widened, cautiously. “Done what at the church?”

  “Fucked.”

  I wanted him to know I was the same girl who used to fuck my stepdaddy on jobsites. That’s why I unzipped his fly. I reached in to pull out his dick. He was hard already.

  He needed this just as much as I did. I could feel it in the throb of his pulse. I could see it in his sad eyes.

  I worked his cock with my hand, just like the old days, then I whipped around to face the wall. I pulled up my slip just enough to reveal my ass, and he must have liked what he saw, because his two hands landed firmly on my hips. I planted both palms against the wall and braced for impact. He plunged his hot cock inside me, and slammed me forward. Good thing I was ready, or my face would have bashed the 70s woodgrain. Hard.

  Tears needled my eyes as my stepfather rammed me. “Oh Daddy,” I cried. “I’ve missed you so much!”

  “I’ve missed you too, Lori.” Oh God, was he tearing up too? “I’ve missed you more than you could ever imagine.”

  He must have been crying, because hot splotches fell against my ass cheeks. They had to be tears. His cock was in my cunt. What other bodily fluid could they be?

  “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me like you mean it!”

  He held my hips tight and rammed my pussy even harder. It took a great deal of effort not to slam my face into the wall. I formed a triangle of my forearms, with my hands clutched over my head. But I also said, “Grab my titties, Daddy. No one else does it right. Only you.”

  Cash halted his motion altogether, to ask, “Who else has been touching your titties, Lorinda?”

  Oh, that’s right. He’d been out of my life for two years. He didn’t know everything I’d been up to.

  So I told him, “I do plumbing jobs for single women, ones who don’t want a strange man in their homes. Sometimes they… sometimes they’re as lonely as I am, Daddy. That’s who’s been touching my tits.”

  I felt my stepfather’s cock throb inside me. He growled before running both hands up the front of my slip. It was too tight to my body for him to get his hands underneath. He had to grab my tits over the top of that slick, slippery fabric, and mash my breasts together violently, just the way I liked it.

  “Yeah, Daddy. Nobody does it like you.”

  “None of the chicks you’ve fucked?” he asked as he rammed his cock in my cunt.

  “No, they’re not as good as you are. They’re not as good at sex.”

  That wasn’t strictly true. The sex with them was just different. But I told him what I knew he’d want to hear, what anyone would like to hear at a time such as this.

  He squeezed my breasts and fucked me from behind until my knees started to shake. I couldn’t stand. That’s what the fleece was for, for that moment when our legs couldn’t keep us upright any longer.

  We sank to our knees. He didn’t even pull out as he settled in behind me, between my spread legs.

  My stepfather released his hold on my breasts and grabbed my shoulders instead. I raised one hand to the wall, to ensure my head wouldn’t get slammed into it. We both got out of control, sometimes. We just wanted each other so bad. We couldn’t help ourselves.

  Cash was still in his suit. I was down to my slip, albeit pulled up past my hips. My breasts were trapped inside, and when they swung, my nipples brushed against that silky fabric. Felt so good I nearly passed out.

  But Cash kept me conscious by slamming his dick deep inside me, over and over again. Doggy style was my favourite position. He got in so deep, that way. Deep down to the very depths of me, to the blazing inferno of my inner hell. But Cash could stand the heat. He’d been there before.

  “Keep going,” I begged him. “Keep at it.”

  “You’ve got the hottest little cunt, Lorinda.”

  “You’ve got the biggest, fattest cock, Daddy! Fill me full-up! Fill me, Daddy!”

  He fucked me like a machine. I don’t know how a mere mortal could move so fast, but he did, thrusting in my pussy while I banged back against him.

  “Feels so good, Daddy! Fuck me! Make me come!”

  He surprised me, in that moment, by pulling out of my pussy and flipping me onto my back. Maybe he wanted to finish this fuck in missionary? But no. My stepfather surprised the hell out of me by tearing open the front of my slip to expose my tits. I’ll never forget the sound that fabric made when Cash ripped it.

  Nobody had ever wanted me so badly they were willing to sacrifice a garment.

  But that’s how badly Cash wanted my breasts.

  His cock was slick with my pussy juice, and hot as hell, when his slipped it between my boobs. I couldn’t believe what was happening, here.

  His huge hands grasped my breasts and pushed them together, forming a tight slit for his hard-on to fuck. He wasted no time going at me, pinching my nipples while he thrust his shaft between my tits.

  When I looked down to see his cockhead racing at me again and again, I knew what it must have been like for those first few cinemagoers, when they saw a train coming at them onscreen and genuinely believed they were about to be hit.

  I thought every thrust would end with a cum-shot, but Cash kept at me, fully dressed, just his cock sticking out of his trousers. You should have seen the sweat dripping down his face. It was a sight to behold.

  The wonder of it all was that fucking my tits actually felt amazing. I’d never have guessed. His cock between my breasts turned me on like you wouldn’t believe. Every time he twisted my tits, I screamed bloody murder.

  “Play with your clit,” he growled. “No girly little taps. You better play with it hard. Rub that wet pussy, Lor. Use your whole hand.”

  I spread my legs and did what I was told. I wanted to get off as much as my stepdaddy did, so I really scoured my clit while he fucked me up top.

  But, as good as it felt when he ran his hot cock between my tits, I missed his dick in my snatch. That’s why I begged him, “Please, Daddy, put it in my pussy! Please!”

  “Oh, is that what you want?” he growled, fucking my breasts even faster.

  “Yes, Daddy, yes! Put it in my pussy!”

  “If that’s what you want…”

  “It is, Daddy. Please!”

  “Okay then…”

  But he just kept ramming his dick between my breasts. Oh god, I felt feverish as I worked my hot clit in time with his thrusts.

  “Please, Daddy! Put it in my pussy! Please!”

  I looked up and saw a bit of a sneer on his face. Then he winked at me and backed up. As he moved down my body, his hot cock bounced off my belly, leaving wet streaks of precum in its wake.

  Cash wanted to blast his load. And I was sure ready to pop my top.

  Kneeling between my legs, Cash lifted my hips until my pussy was just where he wanted it. I still had my head and shoulders on the floor, so my body formed a triangle for him. That’s what he wanted.

  As he planted his fat dick in my snatch, he said to me, “Play with yourself. I won’t last long.”

  Neither would I.

  The second I touched my clit, the sparks started flying. My pussy was so wet and my stepfather’s dick was so big and so welcome inside me that I came while he pounded me. I came and I came, and he wouldn’t let me stop. When I took my hand away from my clit, he grabbed it and put it back. He guided the motion, making me stroke off while he moved in my cunt.

  Before long, he couldn’t take the heat either. He grabbed my hips tight and slammed my body against his. I’d missed this so much. I’d missed getting fucked by my stepfather. There was nobody else in the world who made me tremble the way he did.

  Planting his dick deep down my snatch, Cash tossed his head back and let out a moan the likes of which I’d never heard from man or beast. I’d never felt him so far inside me. Part of me thought he might never come out. We’d be stuck together like that, with his cock planted in my cunt, for the rest of our lives.

  But that thought only lasted momentarily, because two seconds later Cash pulled out and spurted his load all over my body. I tell you, his jizz really travelled. Its most daring spurts reached one of my exposed tits. The rest landed on my belly, which was mostly bare, my slip in tatters at the base of my breasts.

  The last few drips landed hot against my clit. And when I say hot, we’re talking so hot it was hard to believe those fluids came from a human body.

  Hot as hell.

  My feet slid down the fleece and Cash collapsed beside me. When he’d tucked his cock back inside his trousers, he was fully dressed and looking pretty damn suave. I was a wreck, naked but for tatters of my silk slip, my belly and breasts coated in Cash’s cum. What a mess. And I didn’t even care.

  We didn’t say anything, didn’t even hold each other. Just lay there beside each other, staring at the ceiling.

  After a long, long while, I asked, “Should I stay here? With you? Will you live in this big house all alone, or do you want company? Or would I be cramping your style?”

  He told me to stop talking.

  That was fair enough.

  He’d just lost his wife. I’d lost my mother. And we’d consoled each other by fucking on a blanket in the basement. Real mature.

  I wondered if we would ever fuck upstairs, in a bedroom. In a bed. As much as I tried, I couldn’t picture it. This seemed to be our place, this corner of the basement. Even if we took down every cross my mother had put up, there would still be some trace of them in every room.

  But not down here. This was our place.

  And I suspected it always would be.

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