Chapter 2

Mark immediately pulled out, just as Maria got up. “Mum, Mark isn't here!” She said, her voice trembling. She hoped her mummy wouldn't hear the fear in her voice.

Luckily, Mark had locked the door when he came in earlier, else it would have been another freaking different story altogether. Their mother would have stumbled into the last sight they knew she wanted to see, her son fucking their adopted daughter.

“Where's he then? He's not in his room,” his mum said with a frown. “Do you know where he went?”

“He's in here with his cute adopted sister, fucking her brains out,” Mark whispered behind her, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Maria had to bite back a moan as she threw her head back. “I… I don't know, Mum. Have you checked the den? He must be — fuck,” she moaned when Mark's straying hands found her clit. He rubbed on it while his other hand continued to play with her breasts, squeezing them.

“Are you okay?” Her mum asked, worried.

“Yeah. I'm good. Go on, mum. I need to finish this.”

“Okay. I won't keep you. But just so you know, this has to be the last time you lock your door in this house. We don't have locked doors in the house.”

“I know.”

Mark didn't wait for their mother's footsteps to leave before he lifted her and sank her on his cock. They both let out a gasp of pleasure as he started rocking his hips. She bounced on his dick, following his rhythm, eyes closed and breasts bouncing with each move.

Before long, they climaxed, Mark's cum shooting into her pussy as pleasure washed through her.

Panting, he carried her off his thighs and placed her on the bed. “That was wonderful, Maria.” He placed a kiss on her forehead before he got down from the bed. Maria watched him get dressed. “Better wash up before mum returns.”

“I will.”

She had no intentions of washing his cum off, but she didn't tell him. Mark sent a smile her way before he unlocked the door and sneaked out, closing it gently behind him.

Maria sat on the bed, relishing what had just happened. After a few minutes, she got up and dressed. She wore her skimpiest shorts and a crop top, without bothering to wear a bra and panties. The shorts were white. She chose that, so anyone who looked whenever she bent would see the stains caused by Mark's cum.

Her breasts jiggled as she walked, the watermelons happy to be let out unrestrained. Her nipples poked against the cotton.

Maria stalled at the door. She'd never been this daring. It could be because she just got fucked by Mark, whom she had been admiring for a long time. That was likely where the boldness to walk out as a slut came from. Without a moment of hesitation, she opened the door and stepped into the corridor.

The cum in her pussy squished as she walked. She had never felt as naughty as she did, walking through the corridors. There was no one around, something she was disappointed in.

She climbed down the stairs, her steps deliberate, like a seductress, walking through a red carpet. The shorts, she wore rode up as she walked, showing off her arse cheeks.

“Mum?” she called out, looking around. “Mark? Dad?” She didn't get any response. “Did they go out?” She frowned, confused. It hadn't been up to 30 minutes since Mark left her room. Where the hell was he?

“Well, better to be alone.” She walked to the kitchen, grabbed a sandwich from the one the mother had made earlier and a roasted chicken thigh. With her lunch, she leaned on the island. She took her time eating, while thinking of what the future held now that she had fucked Mark. Would their parents ever let them be together?

More than that, though, was her fear that Mark might not want to take things further with her. What if all he wanted was to toy with her?

Deep in thought, she didn't notice the man looking at her. The man seemed to be in his mid-forties, with just a dusting of silver on his hair and beard. He had actually stepped into the kitchen to take a drink when he stumbled on an alluring sight. His adopted daughter in skimpy outfits, like a gift specially prepared for him.

“Fuck,” he let out a groan through clenched teeth as he rubbed his dick through his clothes. Maria had grown into a wonderful woman since they took her in a year ago, when she just turned 19. She was already an adult and was too old to be adopted, but his wife wanted her.

These past few months, she had filled out in the right places. He would be a fool to pretend he hadn't noticed it.

Maria was too engrossed in her food and thoughts to know there was someone in the kitchen with her. She shifted and accidentally threw a fork down. She bent to pick it, and the stained mark between her thighs peeked at the voyeur. She got up, still unaware of the man, and placed the fork back.

Mr Drake, unable to hold it anymore, brought his dick out. Looking at that fleshy lobe, he rubbed his dick like his life depended on it.

He fantasised about ramming his dick into her as she moaned, letting go. He wanted to taste that pussy, to feel it wrap around him. He knew that she would have a golden pussy. He'd seen the outline whenever she swam, how swollen it was.

“You want her, don't you?”

He almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of his wife's voice. Thankfully, he didn't scream, else Maria would have heard them.

“Wi… Darling,” he stammered, eyes wide, guilty of being caught by his wife ogling their adopted daughter. “It's… It's not what you think!”

“What do I think?” She grinned. “I've known for a long time that you want her. Why don't you smash what's offered?”

He gulped. “I don't —”

"Are you guilty I caught you, or just afraid she'll reject you? Don't be. She just had sex with Mark."