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Finder's Fee
by Storysman (storysman@aol.com)

***

I had immediately recognized the envelope to be of the 
type used for wedding invitations. Out of curiosity, I 
opened that particular letter of my mail first. 
Needless to say, the names of the couple etched on the 
ornate invitation took me by surprise. It was my 
brother. It was my brother's girlfriend, Beth. It was 
the girl I fucked the night they met. (MF, seduction,
wife-cheat)

***

Spring break of three years before had turned out to be 
everything I hoped. Aside from getting drunk out of my 
mind every single night, I had hooked up with a chick 
three out of the five nights I had been there. Oh, they 
weren't anything special, just horny girls desperate to 
feel like they were fitting in and having a good time, 
but, a pussy is a pussy. I was having the time of my 
life, staying with my older brother who happened to 
already be established in the world and owned a house 
on the beach. I didn't think things could get any 
better. Then, on the last night, I met Beth.

She was an exquisite beauty in a sea of gorgeous women. 
Blonde, beautifully sculpted, and with piercing blue 
eyes, she caught my attention and admiration in a split 
second. She didn't take much of an interest in me at 
first, not until she learned where I was staying.

I decided to use my brother's wealth too my advantage: 
I neglected to tell her that the house wasn't mine.

I had to fight off nearly every other guy in the house, 
and the specter of a boyfriend she had back in Chicago. 
But, I kept feeding her drinks and flashing the wealth 
my eight-years-older brother had accumulated. Charles 
had done little for me in my life; I felt he owed me 
something. He had always been a success. He had always 
been popular, handsome, the first-born. I had no 
regrets about using his accomplishments to my own ends. 
No qualms about misrepresenting myself to seduce the 
incredible Beth.

After a number of drinks, Beth was ill equipped to 
withstand my advances. I coaxed her into my room, where 
I shut off the lights and then proceeded to remove her 
shirt and bathing suit. I rammed my cock into her 
incredible cunt to her cries of "Oh, God, it's so big! 
After I came in her, I kept her in the room, feeling 
her up for ten minutes, until my cock grew hard once 
again. She had fallen asleep, but my cock pushing into 
her ass woke her once again.

The funny thing was, I was too drunk to fully 
appreciate the experience myself. I remember fucking 
her only vaguely. I remember how sweet she smelled, and 
how warmth and smooth her naked flesh felt against me, 
but, I remember little else aside from that. After 
fucking her ass, I passed out on the bed. Beth gathered 
herself together. I was conscious enough to hear her 
mumble something about feeling guilty, about betraying 
her boyfriend. She blamed me for taking advantage of 
her, despite the fact she enjoyed the moment between 
us. She fled my room, and I collapsed into sleep.

Beth escaped my room and rejoined the party. That's 
when she met Charles, my brother. That's when he wooed 
her with her "charms." He had everything to offer her: 
looks, money, and the maturity of an older man. Beth 
forgot all about me now that she was intoxicated both 
by liquor and Charles. Beth was at his side from that 
night on, refusing to acknowledge me and the moment we 
shared. Charles sensed the tension between us, and knew 
that I had plundered his new love. But it didn't 
matter, he fell for her anyway, and she for him. I was 
gone a day later, never expecting anything to last 
between them.

But last it did. And three years later I received the 
invitation to their wedding, to be held at Charles's 
'real' home: his near-mansion on a nice, thirty acre-
estate. I suppose he felt I should be there, or else 
he'd have to explain to the family. I figured what-the-
hell? I had nothing else of interest going on.

**

I arrived in mid-day. A limo had been at the airport to 
pick me up, and delivered me to Beth's and Charles's 
door in complete luxury. A sign was on the door stating 
the family was in back, so I left my luggage on the 
porch and went to find them.

Indeed, their house was tremendous. Aside for being 
huge, it was beautifully constructed and surrounded by 
impeccable landscaping. As I walked to the back, the 
image of a shimmering pool, complete with its own, 
separate house came into view. Family members were 
either stretched out on lounge chairs or splashing 
around in the oversized pool. I saw Charles, and 
contemplated approaching him, but he looked away 
shortly after meeting my eyes with his own. He had no 
interest in speaking to me, so I didn't push the issue.

As for Beth, I didn't see her until nearly an hour 
after my arrival. She strode out of the house, 
evidently from the kitchen, and placed several trays of 
appetizers on the scattered tables. My heart jumped at 
the sight of her. I had forgotten just how beautiful 
she actually was. She was wearing a shiny blue, button-
down top and a pair of tight, white spandex shorts that 
hugged her body and indicated the shape of her private 
areas. I could see panty lines through the shorts with 
a little effort, and felt my cock swell at the 
remembrance of fucking such a pure body.

Beth didn't even look at me. Her determination not to 
gaze upon me only convinced me that she actually knew I 
was there. As I watched Beth throughout the day, I 
began to think about the sex we shared. I began to feel 
sad. Not because I had ravaged her, but because I 
hadn't done so properly. I didn't even get to see her 
naked! I felt her nipples in my hands and in my mouth, 
but I hadn't seen them in the darkness. I had fingered 
her clit, but I hadn't gazed upon its feminine beauty. 

The desire for these things started to swell within me. 
I hadn't thought much of Beth as a person when I first 
met her, but seeing her again was captivating me as I 
saw her as a sexual experience. After she finished 
bringing out the food, I watched my brother's wife head 
to the pool house, watching her jiggling ass each step 
of the way. Her body was tanned, her brownish flesh 
mixing perfectly with her cascading blonde hair. Her 
thighs were smooth and taut. Her breasts strained 
against the shiny blue blouse, compelling me to 
fantasize about setting them free. 

I pictured her in my mind, lying alone on a lounge 
chair, her shorts wet above her panties and showing me 
the clear shape of her cunt. Her lips forming the words 
to beg me to fuck her, calling my name. Kevin. Kevin.

Beth emerged from the pool house dressed in a daring 
bikini. It was a glossy black material. The bottoms 
were rather tiny. It was obvious she had to shave 
everything to prevent pubic hair from showing. Her 
breasts surged against the top, with a larger portion 
of each squeezing out of the cups and threatening to 
reveal her nipples. They jiggled unmercifully inside, 
and my fingers twitched at the thought of touching 
them. 

Beth dove into the water, and I watched as the droplets 
glistened on her perfect form. I watched her for over 
an hour, sipping occasionally at my Long Island iced 
tea. I had become a virtual outcast, sitting alone and 
speaking to no one. A couple of times I noticed Charles 
looking at me, and wondered if he had seen my gazing at 
his bride. Surely he would be uncomfortable if he had, 
knowing we had already shared out bodies.

That I purposefully drank myself drunk. The people were 
stuffy, arrogant, and boring. I spent my night watching 
Beth, letting my appreciation for her grow, yet trying 
to fight the thought that was brewing in my mind: the 
thought that one time with her was not going to be 
enough. I seriously doubted there was any way I would 
be able to stick my dick in Beth again, but I wondered 
if I might somehow get what I hadn't gotten: the chance 
to see her naked.

No one noticed me as I slipped away. I had moved my 
things into my room earlier, and had some idea of the 
layout of the house. I suspected that Charles and 
Beth's room would be upstairs, as they "guest" rooms 
were all on the first floor. I climbed the stairs, 
making sure no one was present, and worked my way down 
the hallways until I was certain I had located their 
room. 

I went back downstairs, and went to their utility room. 
I found a roll of Scotch tape, and headed back to my 
hosts place of slumber. Carefully I placed several 
small strips over the bolt in the door. When they came 
to bed that night, they would probably close the door 
behind them. But it wouldn't latch, allowing me to open 
it just ever-so-slightly.

Several hours passed before the chance finally came. 
Most of the guests had said good-night, as did I. But I 
remained awake and listening, listening for the sounds 
of Beth and Charles heading up to bed. I couldn't have 
been happier with the outcome. I heard Beth announce 
that she was off to bed, while Charles indicated he was 
going to the den to spend a few minutes on the 
computer. Beth went up the stairs. I wasn't far behind.

I caught a quick glimpse of her before she entered the 
room and closed the door. She had changed out of her 
bikini since the dip in the pool, but returned to the 
nearly-as- enticing white shorts and shiny blue blouse. 
I hurried to the door, not wanting to miss a moment of 
her undressing. I pushed against it, and sure enough, 
it opened slightly. I just wanted a crack, just a 
little opening to gaze through. My eyes looked through 
the sliver of an opening. I saw Beth.

She was standing in front of the bed. Her hands were at 
her blouse, undoing the buttons. My eyes focused 
instantly as her blouse began to open, and a full curve 
of her breast was becoming visible. She was standing 
with her weight shifted to her right leg. The pose was 
innocently sexy. I watched Beth finish the unbuttoning, 
and slide the blouse from her shoulders. Beth's breast 
bobbed inside her bra as she tossed the blouse onto the 
bed. My jaws opened with heavy breath and my cock 
hardened as I looked at her. She was so beautiful, so 
incredibly sexy. Take of the shorts, I thought to 
myself. Let me see that pussy I once fucked.

As if obeying me, Beth's fingers worked the zipper of 
the shorts, then slipped inside near her hips and 
pulled the spandex down. She was wearing a small pair 
of white stain panties that looked like a second skin 
on her pussy. Beth stepped out of view for a moment, 
and I began to panic. I feared two things. One, that 
she was heading to the door because she knew I was 
there, or two, that she was moving to another part of 
the bedroom to finish undressing. When she didn't 
arrive at the door, I pushed a little more, widening 
the opening.

If Beth looked towards me, she would definitely notice 
the door had opened a bit, but I had to take the 
chance. She was at a dresser, and reaching for the 
front-clasping bra. I would have killed myself if I 
missed the sight of the opening bra, and the perfect, 
beautiful breasts that sprang forth. Her nipples poked 
into the air. Her areolas were dark, and circled each 
nipple perfectly. I had seen her breasts naked. But I 
still wanted more. Beth reached down to the panties, 
but didn't pull them down.

She was rubbing herself.

I wanted so desperately to rush inside the room and 
thrust her onto the bed. Seeing her delicate fingers 
graze against her cunt, and her lips quiver at the 
touch, was nearly enough to drive me to insane action. 
Her fingers slipped inside, and I knew she had 
penetrated herself. I wanted to cum.

Beth spent only a moment giving herself a bit of 
pleasure. Then she happily slid her panties off and 
stood completely nude before me. I soaked in the sight 
of her perfect, naked body. Beth opened a drawer, and 
pulled out several outfits. I couldn't see what she was 
looking at, just some silken red and something white 
and lacy. She took the red and shiny outfit, and stared 
at it a moment, still nude. She reached back into the 
drawer and pulled put a fresh pair of panties, also red 
and shiny She slide them up her long, sensuous legs, 
sadly covering her cunt once again. I gaped at my 
brother's wife, feeling a lust at a level I hadn't 
experienced in a long time.

Beth slid the red garment over her body, covering her 
breasts, but just barely. It was a robe, and she looked 
devastatingly beautiful in it. She disappeared further 
to the left, and I heard the sound of running water. 
The show was over. I decided to head back to my room 
before my brother came up the stairs and saw the bulge 
in my pants that had been induced by the sight of his 
naked wife.

Seeing Beth nude had an unexpected effect on me, and 
the effect was growing. It was almost as if I had never 
been with her, as if I had never buried my cock deep 
inside bother her cunt and ass. After all, I couldn't 
see her in the darkness. I wasn't able to fully 
appreciate her beauty - so was so perfect! 

Her breasts looked as they were sculpted by the finest 
plastic surgeon's knife, yet I knew for a fact that 
they were real. Her hips curved deliciously. Her lips 
pouted in a needing, feminine way. Her hair streamed 
down her back. I simply hadn't noticed how gorgeous the 
woman was before. I knew she was hot, and was certainly 
impressed by Charles's ability to land such a sexy 
bride, but the more I saw Beth, the more I was 
captivated by her.

**

The next two days with marked for me only by the times 
I thought Beth might be nude. I caught glimpses of her 
in their bedroom, and another when I hid in the pool 
house when she changed from her super-tight shorts and 
a t-shirt into the very enticing black bikini. The best 
moment, however, came at the end of the second day.

Unable to shake the image of Beth both nude and in her 
black bikini, I found myself perfectly in bed with 
little chance of falling asleep anytime soon. My hands 
had found their way inside my boxers, and my fingers 
played against my hardening cock as I thought about my 
brother's wife. I tried to remember everything about 
our night together. Her body had felt so wonderful, so 
incredible. But my own nervousness and lack of light 
had stolen something from me. I knew that I hadn't 
fully experienced this woman.

The more I rubbed my cock, the more desperate I was to 
have her again. I ran through a variety of scenarios in 
my mind. Maybe if I slipped into her room again - no, 
that wouldn't work so long as Charles was in there. 
Perhaps I could just proposition her. I could simply 
ask her to fuck me again. But I doubted she'd go for 
it. She gave me a look of contempt whenever our eyes 
met, and I was sure she didn't want to do anything to 
hurt Charles.

The main ideas I had for getting Beth again were to 
either rape her, or to blackmail her. Neither seemed 
like a great idea. Raping her was sure to get me in 
prison and kicked out of the family. Blackmailing 
wasn't much of an option, as Charles already knew I had 
cocked her. Still, the remote fantasies I played in my 
mind brought me nearly to orgasm,. Just picturing her 
naked body, with my cock thrusting in and out of that 
sweet cunt, was enough to bring me to excitement in a 
matter of moments. But a new idea emerged in my mind.

I quickly got out of bed and crept out of my room. I 
knew the house was pretty much asleep, and I counted on 
Beth and Charles being asleep as well. My plan formed 
quickly in my mind. I just needed to get upstairs, get 
inside their bedroom.

Every footstep I made seemed to echo throughout the 
house along with my heartbeat. I was doubly excited - 
one count from my hopes of seeing Beth naked, the 
second for the nature of what I was about to do.

I was going to fondle my brother's wife as she slept.

I reached the door, but stopped before placing my hand 
on the knob. I needed to control my breath, which was 
loud from excitement. I needed to be incredibly quiet, 
and invisible. If Beth awoke I just needed to not be 
seen. She would assume it was either herself or her 
husband whose hands were on her.

I opened the door slowly, fearing the slight creaking 
sound would give me away. The room was completely dark. 
I sank to my knees and began to crawl along the floor. 
I could hear the sounds of my brother and his wife 
sleeping peacefully. I felt for the edge of the bed and 
nearly knocked over a table. If it hadn't been for my 
peeping in on Beth when she changed with the door 
slightly open I would have had no sense of where to go. 
The room was mammoth. Still, even with the vision the 
cracked door afforded me, I had little idea where I was 
in the room.

My head grazed against something soft, and I knew it 
was the comforter. I had made it. I huddled against the 
bed and held my breath. I listened to the sounds of the 
couple, trying to determine on which side Beth was 
sleeping. I could hear the mixture of their breath with 
the ticking clock in the room. The quiet sounds were 
almost deafening in the otherwise silent room.

My eyes still couldn't see. Evidently their curtains 
did a wonderful job of blocking out any light. But, 
Beth made a slight whimpering sound that gave her away. 
She was on my side of the bed.

I rose up on my knees, gliding my hands up the 
mattress. As I rose, I noticed a slight glowing from 
their alarm clock. I grabbed it, and moved it to the 
bed. Beth was sleeping soundly. I dim red light 
revealed in small portions her face turned towards me, 
her lips parted slightly, and the lace of a nightie. 
Thin straps ran over her shoulders. The front of the 
nightie was low-cut, and as I moved the clock towards 
her breasts, I realized her right nipple was exposed. 
My body flashed with arousal as I beheld her perfect 
tit. The dark skin around it made the nip stand out, 
and I started to reach.

I stopped myself, fearing that such a touch was sure to 
wake her. Instead I paused to enjoy the sight of her 
breasts hanging out of the inadequate covering. She 
wasn't wearing this for practical reasons. The shirt 
would cover little, and was certainly unacceptable 
around the family. She was wearing it for Charles. I 
was certain he had fucked her.

The blankets of the bed covered Beth up to her hips. I 
figured I needed to remove them. I pulled at the 
comforter, watching Beth's face for any sign that the 
sensation of the moving blankets or the rustling sounds 
they induced would wake her. She appeared to be sound 
asleep. I pulled the blankets passed her knees, not 
daring to go any further. Beth was on her side in the 
bed. The curve of her hips went upward, then sloped 
down the length of her legs, which were facing me. 

The lacy nightie was still high on her hips, despite 
moving down somewhat as I moved the blankets. A path of 
the lace fell between her legs, obscuring what I was 
sure was her naked pussy. I reached for the lace, 
lifting it with my right hand as I moved the clock with 
my left. The cord was at maximum length, so I couldn't 
get as close as I wanted, but I could still see enough 
of her neatly trimmed pussy wedged between her perfect 
thighs to make me want to cum on-the-spot.

I was desperately to touch her, desperate to feel the 
flesh of my brother's bride. I looked again at her 
nipple, and reminded myself I hadn't come this far 
simply to look at her body. I set the clock on the edge 
of the bed, it's light just enough to guide me. I moved 
my hand to her hip, and slide it upward. The nightie 
moved with it, and the path of fabric that had been 
between her legs moved, too. Her pussy was now revealed 
more completely, and didn't require me to hold anything 
up to view it.

Beth's body turned, and I felt an instant wave of 
panic. She shifted onto her back, but didn't awaken. 
There was now enough room for me to sit on the edge of 
the bed, which I did so carefully. I put just the edge 
of my hip on the mattress, and let most of my weight 
run through me legs and to the floor. 

I held the clock aloft, gazing at Beth's perfect body. 
Both breasts had shifted, and the nipples were again 
concealed except for the obvious bumps they formed in 
the lace. Happily, Beth's cunt was still visible, now 
with a little more space between her thighs. I leaned 
down, holding my breath as I did. I moved my face 
within centimeters of her cunt. I could smell her. 

I could smell that scent of that perfect pussy, which 
had been fucked a short time ago. Again I moved my 
hands with the edge of the nightie inside them. I moved 
the fabric up, as far as I could, taking in the sight 
of her naked lower body up to her navel. My cock was 
aching to enter her. It rubbed against my boxers, 
calling for me to mount her while my brother slept 
beside her. As much was I wanted to, I knew I couldn't 
go that far.

I looked again at her breasts. My eyes were seeing much 
better in the glow of the alarm clock, so I put it back 
in place. What I was about to do would require the 
ability to make a quick getaway. I didn't want to have 
to worry about putting anything back.

I moved my left hand over her chest, and slowly lowered 
it onto the rounded flesh of her breast. I felt her 
nipple poking through the lace, and knew I needed to 
feel it directly. I slipped my hand inside the nightie, 
and with the lightest touch possible cupped my hand on 
her boob. I watched Beth's face intently, but saw only 
her mouth open a little wider, as if a sleepy 
excitement had caused it.

I don't know how long I sat like that, but it was a 
long while. Despite using the clock for light, I never 
really looked at the time. I sat there, on the edge of 
the bed shared by Charles and Beth, with my hand on the 
breast of my brother's wife. I felt her chest rise and 
fall with breath, and the faint sensation of a 
heartbeat. What I enjoyed most however, was the 
hardening nipple in my grasp.

My cock felt like it was certainly going to explode. I 
decided to risk another move, and guided my other hand 
to her other breast. Slowly, carefully, I massaged 
them. I wanted to feel them, but not jolt Beth awake. I 
felt the weight of the breasts against my hands as I 
lifted up, and the force of them returning to a resting 
position. I felt both nipples in my palms.

Beth shifted in bed and whimpered quietly. I knew I 
needed to let go and flee, but I couldn't bring myself 
to free my hands from inside her nightie. If she awoke, 
I was caught. I was willing to take that chance for 
just a few more moments of fondling her. She didn't 
wake up, but by the motions of her body I was wondering 
if my actions were translating into some sexual dream. 
Her breathing had deepened, and become more audible. 
Her hands moved slightly, as if about to reach for a 
lover. Though she hadn't awoken yet, I knew the time 
was approaching quickly. If I wanted to do anything 
else, I needed to do it now.

I removed my hands from the nightie, watching Beth's 
face in the dim red light the entire time. I shifted my 
body down the bed, and only when confident she still 
hadn't woken p, moved my eyes between her legs. Her 
chest was lifting up and down with breath, causing 
slight tremors in the flesh of her thighs and between. 
He right knee bent slightly, and I realized I could 
smell her more strongly. She was definitely getting 
aroused. 

I looked at her cunt, debating if I should do what I 
was thinking, but deciding to go forward. I got off the 
bed, opting to instead lean over her, and reached my 
hand between her legs. I grazed my finger against her 
cunt. Beth gasped, and held her breath a moment. I 
moved my finger against her opening, wanting so much to 
plunge it inside. Beth's body was starting to writhe. 
She would wake up any second. I inserted the tip of my 
finger inside her.

"Oh God..." she whispered. "Oh God, Kevin!"

I pulled my finger out of her. I was caught. I was 
trapped. I stepped back, trying to prepare words in my 
defense when I realized. She still hadn't woken up! I 
stepped back towards the door and managed to crack it 
open before I heard her sit up in bed and swallow hard. 
I could no longer see her, but I knew she was awake. I 
quietly sank to my knees and listened. I heard nothing 
but breathing for a moment, then some rustling. It 
wasn't the blankets I heard, it was the nightie. I 
wondered what she was doing, when I started to hear, 
very faintly, the sound of squishing and flesh on 
flesh.

She was masturbating! I wanted to see, but I knew I had 
to leave. Still, I pictured her in my mind, her arm 
stretched down between her legs, guiding her hand and 
fingers inside herself. She didn't suspect that I was 
there, yet had said my name. It could mean only one 
thing:

I was the one she was dreaming about!

**

The wedding went without a hitch the next day. I spent 
most of the ceremony gazing at Beth in her bridal 
dress. I was virtually silent during the reception. 
With no date at my side and no family I cared to talk 
to, I had little reason to open my mouth. Charles 
didn't talk to me, just as he hadn't ever since 
learning my cock had penetrated his bride.

I couldn't keep my thoughts from centering on Beth. As 
I looked at her breasts shift under the bridal dress, 
and the slits open for flashes of leg, I remembered 
every detail I could from the previous night. I had 
seen her naked beauty, and finally felt the touch of 
her flesh against my hands once again. Still, I knew I 
needed more. 

Fantasies swirled in my mind involving Beth, of the two 
of us running to a remote room of the house and me 
ripping the bridal dress from her perfect body. Or, 
getting drunk and remembering my cock inside her and 
needing it again. Perhaps even subconsciously knowing I 
had fondled her the previous night, and giving in to a 
long desire to be with me again. The reception 
disappeared in my mind. My eyes and thoughts dwelt only 
on Beth. Of course, she pretty much ignored me, except 
for one point in the night.

"I'd really appreciate it if you would stop staring." 
Her voice was stern. She had walked up to me from 
across the room. I stammered a reply, but she ignored 
it.

"Look, what happened between us was bad enough. Don't 
call attention to it, or to us, by gaping at me."

"Beth, I." I wanted to say something, I even wanted to 
apologize for fucking her if I thought it would lead to 
me getting to fuck her again.

She walked off, and averted her eyes from me the rest 
of the night. I continued to stare, and want.

Beth and her new husband were off to their bedroom to 
consummate the wedding as the night came to an end. The 
guests who weren't staying on the grounds had mostly 
gone. I stayed and helped clean up, only because I 
needed something to occupy my mind. The couple weren't 
planning to leave on their honeymoon for a few days, in 
order to spend time with their families. That would 
give me a little more time to indulge my fantasies.

I wondered if Beth had known that I had been stalking 
her at every moment, trying to catch any glimpse of her 
that I shouldn't. I was obsessed with the idea, and the 
opportunities seemed more plentiful than I would have 
ever imagined. I was dumbfounded when I saw her walk 
from her bedroom to a common bathroom, dressed only in 
panties and a towel draped over her shoulders. She was 
carrying shampoo, and evidently going to take a shower. 
Why she wasn't using her own, I didn't know, but I 
guessed that Charles must be using it and for some 
reason she didn't want to get in with him. 

Either way, it was a chance for me to see her again. 
This time, I would see her nude, sensuous body as she 
bathed herself. Provided she didn't lock the door. I 
waited a moment until I heard the shower come on, then 
an extra moment to make sure she was inside and 
lathering up. I tried the door. As I hoped, it wasn't 
locked!

I walked into the bathroom. The steam from the water 
had thoroughly obscured the glass of the shower. I 
could hear the water spraying on Beth, and pictured her 
naked, wet body in my mind. She had no idea I was 
there, no idea I was standing just a few feet from her. 
I don't know exactly what came over me, but something 
was telling me I had once chance to persuade her. Once 
chance to seduce her.

I pulled the shirt from my body and set it on the sink. 
With my eyes still on the shower, I slid off my jeans 
and boxers. I stood outside the glass, completely 
naked, waiting for her. My mind was reasoning that the 
sight of my fully hardened cock win her to me, that the 
sight of it would so overwhelm her with lust and memory 
of our past fucking that she would leap into my arms 
and beg me to enter her. We would fuck right there, in 
the shower, and she could clean herself up before 
rejoining my brother.

I heard the faucet shut off, and listened as I heard 
her towel off the dripping moisture from her skin. I 
could vaguely make out her shape through the glass, and 
waited with nervous anticipation as her hand reached 
for the door.

Beth shrieked as she saw me. Her eyes opened wide with 
fear. Her eyes opened with surprise. And her eyes 
looked down my body, and settled on the sight of my 
huge, hard cock.

"Kevin! What the hell? Get out of here!"

I knew I wanted to be direct. I wanted to say exactly 
what I was feeling.

"I want to fuck you again."

"What?"

I looked her in the eye, and confidently repeated, "I 
want to fuck you again."

Beth's body language actually relaxed. She looked at me 
a moment before realizing her bare breasts were 
bouncing in my view and the towel in her hand was doing 
little to conceal her cunt.

"You're crazy."

I went to her. I grabbed her arms.

"I want you, Beth. I want you so bad. I can't stop 
thinking about you, about when we."

"When you practically raped me?" she said, stiffening.

"Beth, I didn't rape you. You know that! You knew what 
you were doing."

"You got me drunk, and you fucked me. I wasn't in my 
right mind."

"I couldn't help it. You touched me, I touched you. 
God, you're so beautiful. I couldn't help myself, and I 
thought you wanted it."

Beth softened somewhat. Still, she broke free of my 
grasp and wrapped the towel around her naked body.

"Kevin, I don't want to think about that anymore. What 
happened was wrong, and the whole situation is best 
forgotten. Now I really need you to leave. Charles may 
come in here at any minute."

"Beth." I walked towards her. I walked up behind her, 
and reached my arms around her. My cock mashed into her 
ass. Beth pulled away.

"If you don't leave right now, I'll start screaming. 
Everyone will know what you've done, and I'll tell them 
you tried raping me."

I looked at her. I was looking for some sort of hope in 
her eyes. Some chance I could still win her affection. 
But she was resolute. If I wanted her, I would have to 
rape her. Humbly, I started for the door, still looking 
back at her. She was holding her hairbrush towards me 
as though it was a weapon. Her eyes were glaring at 
mine, compelling me to leave. Then, something. Her eyes 
looked down.

She was staring at my cock.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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