Debbie Does Daddy 4: Milked by My Stepfather
©2012 Raminar Dixon
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“Oh shit,” Bruce murmured lightly, his voice shaking with a sudden panic. “Do you think she heard us?”
It was entirely possible. We had been so much louder this time than in the past. I quickly bundled the blankets back up around myself, covering my naked flesh as best I could. The thick down comforter wouldn’t do much to keep our taboo secret from getting out, but if Mother found out that my stepfather was the father of my child and we had been busily fucking each other’s brains out right under her nose, I’d need all the protection between me and her that I could get.
“Bruce?” Mother’s called out again from the hallway. She didn’t sound as angry as I first thought. In fact, she sounded a little worried.
The sound of her voice aimed in another direction; down the staircase, and she called out again, “Bruce, where’d you go? Honey?”
“Get your clothes on now,” I whispered hastily to Bruce, and tossed him the pair of flannel pajama bottoms lying underneath my pillow.
He swung his legs off the bedside and jammed one foot through a pant leg before cursing under his breath and stripping them off in a hurry.
“Damn it, these are yours,” he replied.
I could have laughed at it any other time, but right now both of us were on the cusp of being completely busted. Without delay, I swept my feet around under the covers and felt his pants with my toes. “Finally,” I thought, and handed them over.